the-beatles

The basic thing nobody asks is why do people take drugs of any sort? Why do we have these accessories to normal living to live? I mean, is there something wrong with society that's making us so pressurized, that we cannot live without guarding ourselves against it?

Some details in life may look insignificant but appear to be vital leitmotifs in a person's life. They may have the value of "Rosebuds" of Citizen Kane or "Madeleine cookies" of Marcel Proust or "Strawberry fields" of the Beatles. People regularly walk down the memory lane of their early youth. The paper boats of their childhood are recurrently floating on the waves of their mind and bring back the mood and the spirit of the early days. They enable us to retreat from the trivial, daily worries and can generate delightful bliss and true joy in a sometimes frantic and chaotic life. ("Paper boats forever" )

The Beatles were bubblegum cards and Help at the Saturday morning cinema and toy plastic guitars and singing 'Yellow Submarine' at the top of my voice in the back row of the coach on school trips. They belong to me, not to me and Laura, or me and Charlie, or me and Alison Ashworth, and though they'll make me feel something, they won't make me feel anything bad.

None of it mattered, because there was music.

When __ere Comes the Sun_ started, what happened? No, the sun didn__ come out, but Mom opened up like the sun breaking through the clouds. You know how in the first few notes of that song, there__ something about George__ guitar that__ just so hopeful? It was like when Mom sang, she was full of hope, too. She even got the irregular clapping right during the guitar solo. When the song was over, she paused it.__h, Bee,_ she said. __his song reminds me of you._ She had tears in her eyes.

I just got into the Beatles a couple of years ago, you know, I like it.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better.

I liked AC/DC," Lee said. "If you were going to shoot someone, you'd really want to do it while you were listening to them.""What about the Beatles? Did you feel like shooting anyone listening to them?"Lee considered seriously for a moment, then said, "Myself."At the same time he was laughing, Ig was distressed. Not liking the Beatles was almost as bad as not knowing about them at all.

I Wanna Hold Your Hand._ First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That__ what everyone wants. Not 24-7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche or a blow job or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have a feeling that they can__ hide.

Peace and love, peace and love!

There were only seven years between the first and last Beatles albums. That's nothing, seven years, when you think of how their hairstyles changed and their music changed. Some bands now go seven years without hardly bothering to do anything.

Captain Midlands: "I met the real you once."John (Lennon) the Skrull: "You're meeting the real me now."Captain Midlands: "I told him to get his bleedin' hair cut.

The Beatles saved the world from boredom.

Man with goatee. Man who looked like a Beatle. All the Beatles at once. Woman wearing newspaper hat. I'd grown used to how weird New Yorkers were, and I could fit them into types.

The sun is up, the sky is blueIt's beautiful, and so are you

The Beatles.___hat about The Beatles?___hey nailed it.___ailed what?___verything.___hat do you mean?__ev takes his arm and puts it right against mine, skin to skin, sweat on sweat, touch on touch. Then he glides his hand into mine and intertwines our fingers.__his,_ he says. __his is why The Beatles got it._____ afraid I__ not following___ther bands, it__ about sex. Or pain. Or some fantasy. But The Beatles, they knew what they were doing.You know the reason The Beatles made it so big?___hat?___ Wanna Hold Your Hand._ First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That__ what everyone wants. Not 24-7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche or a blow job or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they can__ hide. Every single successful love song of the past fifty years can be traced back to __ Wanna Hold Your Hand._ And every single successful love story has those unbearable and unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding.

On first impressions, John seemed more cynical and brash than the others, Ringo the most endearing, Paul was cute, and George, with velvet brown eyes and dark chestnut hair, was the best-looking man I'd ever seen. At the break for lunch I found myself sitting next to him, whether by accident or design I have never been sure. We were both shy and spoke hardly a word to each other, but being close to him was electrifying.

In short, if we adhere to the standard of perfection in all our endeavors, we are left with nothing but mathematics and the White Album.