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*Trigger Alert*
I realise I'm committing sacrilige here but I'm not a fan of the Beatles & I'm not sure that's an allowable thing to say these days.
Yes, they wrote great songs but they didn't really press any buttons for me, although they're really early stuff was good.
Also, I don't think they ever played live in front of an audience after 1965 & if you don't play live, you're not really a complete band in my view.
But it's not that in itself which is problematic for me.
No. It's this phenomenon I've recently observed in which, as time progresses, the act of listening to The Beatles becomes more and more of a quasi religious experience.
Everytime Hey Jude is played at any kind of gathering, everyone joins a virtual Macca around his grand piano and gets all
emotional in the process.
In fact, I remember being at a party a few years ago and ended up with the hangers on at the end who all, as it happened, came from Liverpool. Anyway, The Beatles went on the turntable & I've never seen a bunch of people get so dewy eyed so fast as the strains of Strawberry Fields filled the room .
I think the word is mawkish but hey-ho, each to their own . Was always more of a Stones gal myself.
I realise I'm committing sacrilige here but I'm not a fan of the Beatles & I'm not sure that's an allowable thing to say these days.
Yes, they wrote great songs but they didn't really press any buttons for me, although they're really early stuff was good.
Also, I don't think they ever played live in front of an audience after 1965 & if you don't play live, you're not really a complete band in my view.
But it's not that in itself which is problematic for me.
No. It's this phenomenon I've recently observed in which, as time progresses, the act of listening to The Beatles becomes more and more of a quasi religious experience.
Everytime Hey Jude is played at any kind of gathering, everyone joins a virtual Macca around his grand piano and gets all
emotional in the process.
In fact, I remember being at a party a few years ago and ended up with the hangers on at the end who all, as it happened, came from Liverpool. Anyway, The Beatles went on the turntable & I've never seen a bunch of people get so dewy eyed so fast as the strains of Strawberry Fields filled the room .
I think the word is mawkish but hey-ho, each to their own . Was always more of a Stones gal myself.