Epistle 5 – The Beatles

Elvis was the musical pioneering spirit of the Boomers, but the Beatles defined the generation. There were lots of other icons, of course—the Stones, Smoky Robinson, the Dead, the Eagles, you name it—but the Beatles transcended them all. It wasn’t so much that their music was better—taste is in the eye of the beholder, or something like that.

It was their persona and the worldwide impact of Beatlemania. Take Ringo, for instance, who had the good grace to understand he was the luckiest person on earth and went along for the ride with a smile. Or take Yoko Ono, who didn’t.

Consider that the Beatles vaulted Britain back into world prominence after being overlooked since RAF WWII heroics. I’ll bet you children at home didn’t even know the land of Shakespeare, Henry VIII, Churchill and Eddie the Eagle ever faded from view, but it’s true.

Except for defecting spies and the odd political deviant, not much happened after the war. Then, after the dawn of the Beatles, unemployment was wiped out with singing jobs for everyone with a British accent. With quaint names like Peter and Gordon, Chad and Jeremy, Petula and Herman (not related), how could they fail? My wife even has Chad and Jeremy’s album. Talk about a treasure.

After the Fab Four and the British invasion, the Beatles were not content to hold the world in the palms of their hands through talent alone. No sir. Then they got weird. Real weird. It was cute and charming to tell a teenage Boomerette “I want to hold your hand”. Imagine the shock after she grew out of the flower of her youth and was told, “I am the walrus.” Koo koo kachoo to you too, pal.

Well, most of the music was still great and we still get to listen to it just about anywhere and anytime we want. Sadly, George and John are gone, forever young in our minds, but at least we get to see an aging Paul make a fool of himself, just like us mere mortals. Could he really marry a younger woman without a prenup? Sure, Paul, she just married you for the beauty of your soul. Right.

At least Ringo still collects his royalties with a smile. Some things should never change.

We Will Win

JHT final

Filed under: Boomers . . . and How They Got That Way

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