The Fab-Four Score
I chanced upon "Hey Jude" in the car last night, reminding me again to write about The Beatles.
Far lesser musical lights have labels on this blog, and it's been bugging me that the greatest band in the history of pop music doesn't. Many folks consider The Rolling Stones the greatest rock band ever, and they might be right — I'm not a huge Stones fan, to be honest, although they are indubitably iconic. The Beatles, however, during
a relatively brief period spanning the era in which classic rock-&-roll ("She Loves You") gave way to flat-out hard rock, hold the roll ("Helter Skelter"), also proved masters of old-fashioned balladry, psychedelic experimentation, and so much more ("Strawberry Fields Forever"). They wrote anthems, they wrote grooves, they wrote ditties, for Pete's sake. Has any other group of musicians been so talented at turning out so many different styles of infectious, accomplished, influential music? And I include in that group not only John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr, but producer George Martin as an indispensable enabler of most of the Beatles' joint
So here's my First Beatles Story.
A generally vilified flick called Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band came
out in the summer of 1978, when I was seven years old, my sister was five, our parents had just separated, and we were living with Mom at our grandparents'. We loved that movie. It was told entirely through song and silent action except for the narration of George Burns in the persona of Mr. Kite, mayor of Heartland — home to Billy Shears, played by Peter Frampton, and the Henderson brothers, played by The Bee Gees, who together made up the present-day version of the titular band. Like the Beatles' own animated Yellow Submarine and the more recent film Across the Universe, most of its characters' names were taken from Beatles songs; in addition to the above, there were love interest Strawberry Fields, the malevolently mean Mr. Mustard, and of course Lucy.
When I say we loved it, I mean we really couldn't get enough. The movie version
of Grease had come out only a month before, and both films' box office benefitted substantially from my family's repeated trips to the theater. Jen and I also owned the soundtracks — neither of which followed the source movie's song sequences, but that hardly stopped us from performing tribute shows regularly.
Mom didn't find the kitsch of the film offensive, and besides enjoying it on its own merits along with us she took the opportunity to formally introduce us to the original versions of the movie's songs on the Beatles' Sgt. Pepper and Abbey Road albums. One rainy night, I believe on our way home from a screening, Mom bought the records and we listened to them during a thunderstorm in my grandparents' living room. Hearing these alternate versions of songs we'd quickly learned by heart was strange, but they grew on us.
The movie wasn't my first-ever exposure to The Beatles; Mom sang "Yesterday" often, and I remember learning "Octopus's Garden" in school, but I'd never associated them with anything bigger. After the summer of Sgt. Pepper, though — which actually lasted far beyond that season, thanks to our album, airings on television, and, believe it or not, a novelization of the movie that I still own — the Beatles quotient in our lives grew with each new record my mom shared with us or each song she'd sing for me from her Beatles piano/guitar songbook so that I'd have a melody on which to hang the fascinating lyrics.
Mom took us to a Beatlemania show in Philadelphia shortly after our move there from Wildwood, and in the coming years I'd appreciate the full spectrum of, as the old joke goes, the band Paul McCartney was in before Wings. It all started with what legions of fans consider a practically sacrilegious spool of celluloid, however, proof that there's no bad way to meet The Beatles.
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