If Lennon-McCartney was the question, the answer was: this guy. What happens, in other words, if you combine in one person, in one talent, in a single opus, the whimsical facility of Paul and the howlingness and perversity of John? On June 5, 1941, Mother Nature—in antic mood—gave it a shot; prodigious chaos ensued. And the name of the chaos was Harry Nilsson.
Read the complete article “Lennon + McCartney = Nilsson” at Slate.