you say it's the new year?
It's the time of year when everyone is all about traditions. So, I thought I'd share a wee one of my own. Like many traditions, it's based upon an idea that has long passed into obscurity. But I carry the torch year after year, just cause I find it enjoyable, though (undoubtedly) pointless.
First, the history:
There was a time when I thought that we should all just stop listening to The Beatles for a year. Just one year. I like The Beatles. I do. I just think we would all be a lot more excited to hear "Good Day Sunshine" if we had a little break from it all. And maybe we'd spend more time with Bowie or Waits or whomever suits your particular fancy.
I'll bet right now The Beatles are being blasted out into the cosmos along with Beethoven and images of Leonardo's Virtuvian Man in hopes that some lonely alien with a space-age ham radio is dialing in. A Beatle-free year is basically an impossibility without resorting to extreme measures.
So instead, I decided I'd just pay attention to how long it took to hear my first Beatles song.
And then, like all traditions, I started ascribing unnecessary meanings.
The year that I heard "She Came In Through The Bathroom Window" (covered by Joe Cocker) I was perplexed over the song's message. After a quick internet search about its origins, I realized my bathroom indeed had the smallest window in my home. Would someone break in? Would it be the ghost of Paul McCartney, disgruntled after decades of rumors/truths?
Last year it was "You Never Give Me Your Money". Not the best omen for my fledgling career.
It could be worse though! "Maxwell's Silver Hammer" anyone?
It's more of a fortune cookie experience, but fun all the same. I'll keep you posted on my Beatles Fortune. Please do the same.