I've been giving The Beatles more and more of my car time lately. I stumbled upon six of their albums on my iPod the other week and remembered that one of my friends added them along with a bunch of other music a couple of years ago. I am proud to say that they are easily in my top ten favorite bands of all time. Listening to Maxwell's Silver Hammer, I got a strong sense of good storytelling from them. Good storytelling equals good band. I already like The Decemberists and Deathcab, two groups of amazing storytellers who, no doubt, took some influence from our English friends. One of my tippity top favorite groups, House of Heroes, took immense influence from The Beatles. I just don't know why I didn't realize my obsession earlier. There's something about their twangy, vinyl harmonizing that can't keep my feet from tapping. Sure, a good portion of their songs may have been inspired by drug-induced hallucinations, but in their case, it got the job done. They have me intrigued by their experiences in strawberry fields, shady octopus gardens, and glass onions. Although, their clever songs are the extent of my journey.
Across the Universe gave the split-up band from Liverpool great popularity, but, sadly, I haven't seen past the first quarter of the movie for unknown, frustrating reasons. I've been told its portrayal of the songs are often hit-or-miss, but now, my cultured self can properly critique on its own. I can confidently recommend my new, old favorite band to any friend of mine who's been in the dark as long as I have.
The Beatles: Just another fancy band I've come across on my journey to becoming the cultured gentleman I know I can be.
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