The Beatles
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Thankfully, I think we are largely past the days where it was cool to make fun of Ringo.
In recent decades he’s finally started getting the credit he deserves as an innovative, tasteful and unwaveringly reliable drummer.
All four were brilliant in their own ways. It petty when people try to pick out a weak link.
Love this song, and video looks as fresh as last week:
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I really discovered The Beatles in 1986, when I was 13. We were taking a road trip from the Midwest to New Jersey, and I’d made a mixtape from my mom’s record collection. She had every single Beatles album.
I had one of those big boomboxes and a pair of those enormous stereo headphones from the ’70s, just jamming away in the back of our Suburban. Apparently, I was singing “Helter Skelter” at the top of my lungs without realizing it, because at one point my dad and brother both turned around and told me to shut up.
Side note: I sold most of those original Beatles albums, I think the following summer, to one of those record stores that gave you about a dollar an album. Most were pretty beat up, but I’m sure a few would be worth a pretty penny today. Not that I’d ever sell them now. That’s the kind of stupid shit you do when you’re young and don’t know any better.
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Yoko Ono... discuss.
The amount of misogyny and racism she was subjected to, blamed for the breakup of a band that had already reached its logical conclusion and was imploding on it own, I would like to say all that couldn't happen today but that hardly seems credible. She was an awesome artist in her own right, in the fluxus movement and others, history redeems her by the day.
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I always liked and still like The Beatles.
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My first exposure to the beatles was actually cassettes that my mom found me at a garage sale when I was around 8 years old.
The catch is the cassettes we're home made copies of copies with degraded sound quality.
I fell in love with the music and for several years I only ever heard these low quality versions or on fuzzy am radio.
It wasn't until several years later that someone gave me the beatles anthology and I heard what the music really sounded like.
The best way to describe that feeling is similar to when Dorothy enters oz in the movie and everything changes to color
