George breaks the silence in a Liverpudlian drawl. After an eight minute musical orgasm, the four of them pause in silence for a few moments, reflecting on the magic they each just witnessed. Spontaneous brilliance is rediscovered as John and George take turns shredding the sounds of the Apocalypse and Ringo remembers the happiness that comes with having blisters on his fingers.
Paul chimes in with the lyrics and nearly rips his throat out when he screams "AND I SEE YOU AGAIN!!!". Then, as a gesture of respect and affection to his old pal, John plays the intro to Paul's song Helter Skelter. They are just four buddies playing the songs they were raised on. Nothing at all like the Let It Be sessions. They run through Kansas City and Hound Dog. And for the first time since 1969, they pick up their instruments and jam. The four agree to meet together under top secret security at Paul's villa near Tucson, Arizona. Upon reminiscing about the good times (and they are both surprised at just how many good times they remember) they feel the ambition to remind the world just exactly who the greatest band of all time really is. And even though John just did a voice-over for a Disney movie, he's feeling the itch. The Whilbury's has run its course for George. They have each enjoyed the validation that comes from their solo success. In 1993, John bumps into George at a Tai Chi class in Malibu and for the first time in 20 years, they really hit it off. Touch Of Gray, ring a bell? Kokomo? Say, Say, Say?īut here's where it gets interesting. Sadly, most of the musical greats from the 60's and 70's produced some awful music in the 80's. It would be called something like "Electric Kettle Fish" and he would appear on the cover wearing a skinny tie and Ray-bans. (John likes them sideways.) Then in 1987 he would release a terrible record. In 1985 he would divorce Yoko's crazy ass and marry Connie Chung. He would have done a few tour dates and then taken another few years off to watch Sean grow up. But John would have done the talk show circuit, plugging Double Fantasy (an uneven album but it has half dozen or so songs that are fantastic). It's not like the Beatles were planning on touring the summer of 81 or anything. The point is, Lennon lives! What would have happened? Well, probably not much for the next couple of years. (But Sam can't walk on a tight rope! What will he ever do?) Sam then would leap into the body of a circus performer having marital problems in 1958. Admit it.) Al would explain to Sam that his mission is to wait for Mark David Chapman to get John Lennon's autograph the morning of the 8th and then blow his crazy ass head off at point blank range. You loved that show every bit as much as me. (Don't pretend like you don't get the Quantum Leap reference. What if Dr Sam Becket leaped back in time to the first week of December, 1980 into the body of the doorman at the Dakota apartments in Manhattan. Let me present you with a glorious and impossible thought. And damn it, great music just makes us feel good.Īnd make no mistake about it, the Beatles made great music. Because it floods us with memories both personal and collective. Because it both reflects and defines who we are as a culture and as individuals. (Well, you do if you're a smug, contrarian jaggoff.) No, we love great music because it resonates with our soul. People don't love great music to prove to the world how sophisticated and original they are. And this reality makes it kind of boring to be a Beatles fan. It's like defiantly declaring that Michael Jordan was the greatest basketball player. But no reasonably informed connoisseur of Rock and Roll can deny its bone shattering impact. Who is really going to argue the importance of Sgt Pepper? You can not like it. I mean it's about the safest opinion you can possibly have when it comes to any aspect of pop culture appreciation. If you think about it, it's pretty easy to be a Beatles fan.
In fact, I can be borderline obnoxious when it comes to this subject. Now, anyone who knows me even a little bit, will be happy to acknowledge that I'm a big fan of the Beatles. I have no friggin clue what the hell that is, by the way.
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