Beatle Blog

Beatle BLOG
I grew up in the seventies when the Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band was released, it was a complete turnabout; as I recall it wasn’t received well, at least not among the Beatles fans I knew, and in the seventies that was quite a number. I personally thought then as I do now that was “druggie” music and I had no use for it. Music is one of my closest friends; we spend much time together: driving, working, relaxing, it always there for me. Music (to me) should be musical it should sway and flow like waves on the beach. It shouldn’t be harsh, spoken or nerve jarring, if anyone can do it not music – music requires talent. Frank Zappa once produced Wildman Fisher, an individual with a mental illness, he found on the street sing his heart out, about nothing; He famously, “My name is Larry,” because Larry had severe mental illness we the audience took that into account, but if the average did the same song we’d run for cover. Larry’s singing was so far out of tune, but we can over look it, however, when the Beatles created Sgt Pepper’s we had no such tolerance, What kind crap is this, was our first response followed by you’ve got to kidding, or turn that Blank OFF!
I struggled with the source of the compare-contrast much as I would if it was about equal rights for perpetrators of genocide. I was too distracted by distaste for the subject matter, I felt the Beatles song was worse than a very early space alien movie, and the dramatization was horrendous, my inner self screaming let me out before I have a mental implosion. The Movie had Brit written all over it – someone mentioned Tim Burton, yes I can seem the similarity, call me cynical I don’t care for the Corpse Bride (yes I have seen) the ending was alright otherwise a very drool movie. I wouldn’t be willing to sit through a playing of the Beatles album and the movie would be far more than I can bear. It reminds me of when my 8th grade English teacher (pure coincidence) brought in his albums for us to audition. They included the Psychedelic Furs and the Kinks, I remember hearing white punks on dope for the first time. We (the Class) were just plain bored and we tuned it out despite our best intentions. That same flood of emotions coursed through my body today. I felt like I was asked Compare and Contrast Spinach and Sour Kraut, you have to taste it first ….But, I hate them both with pure fury, how can I give an assessment when thought of either is like the taste of curdled milk. I just want to get them out of my system in the most expeditious manner, watch it twice, I couldn’t stomach it the first time. Now, describe how it makes you feel …nauseous sums it up, just plain tense, even bewildered, why this? There’s got to be something else on the menu!