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Proof that the Beatles are the greatest band … ever

July 11, 2010

I have recently decided to re-read the Harry Potter series. Duh. I knew it was inevitable. There was a point in my life where I thought I was going to be able to be one of those people who read each book only once, but, of course, that’s impossible … right?

Anyways, I’m sitting in this café called “Solar de Cahuenga”. It’s a really cute place, and they played really good music. Among the songs I heard as I read were Baba O’Riley, Brown Sugar, American Idiot, Over the Hills and Far Away. Already, as you can tell, these people aren’t screwing around — they’re playing the best songs by the best bands of all time.

Everyone in the café was doing they’re own thing. I was reading (I’m on the 6th book reading the chapter where Slughorn tells Voldemort about the Horcruxes … what a dumbass …), a man sitting at a table in front of me was typing on his computer — perhaps finishing his memoir? I heard the most incredible conversation behind me from a man on his cell phone. I will recreate it here for you, verbatim:

Man on phone: “Yeah, yeah, wait, brother, did you hear? Michael Jackson died? Yeah man! Yeah, a couple months ago. I think it was a heart attack — I couldn’t believe it either, I just found out …”

I almost choked on my coffee when I heard it. Is that even possible, I thought? I mean, can someone really be that detached from reality that they don’t know that the King of Pop — and the King of 24-hour news for several months — was dead? I guess it was, because that conversation truly did take place. I’m not playing around here.

Anyways, all these brilliant songs continue to play, and no one really seems to take notice — each person is wrapped up in his/her own world. Among the music, you can hear the hustle-bustle of the café: the clanking of coffee cups on saucers, the dull hum of chatter, moving chairs, steam billowing from the espresso machine, people walking in and out …

And suddenly, one significant sound pierced through the tiny café. It was the first song that actually made me stop my furious reading of Rowling’s masterpiece and look up. I had no choice — the opening chords summoned me.

It was Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. The first eerie notes resonated through the room and briefly, the room got a little more quiet. I’m not kidding — this really happened. And I’m certain it did because right when John’s voice wove itself into the music, three separate patrons in different areas of the café began singing along, “Picture yourself in a boat on a river …”

It was magical. This song brought every stranger in the café together for a brief moment; they were all united by one thing — the transcendental nature of the Beatles’ music.

When the chorus rolled around, even the man on the cell phone behind me (who, at this point, had finally put down his cell phone and was engaging in some other dull task) joined in. “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds! Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds!” I heard him chant, along with the infallible voices of Paul and John.

Once that man joined in, I was convinced — the Beatles are universal in every sense of the word. They appeal to all people, all things, all … everything. This man just found out about the most infamous death in recent history. Until a few days ago, he wasn’t aware that Michael Jackson was no longer with us — but he sure as hell knew the lyrics to Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds.

The Beatles transcend boundaries of all kind. They transcend shelteredness. They transcend stupidity. They transcend close-mindedness. Their songs force their way lovingly into people’s hearts and minds and stay there, because, of course — who, in their right mind, would want them to leave?

Once the song had ended, I stayed in the café for a good while longer. I wasn’t done reading yet and, hey, the atmosphere was great! Songs continued to play, but no other Beatles songs found themselves on the playlist and, consequently, I think, I heard no other customers open their mouths to sing.

If that’s not proof that these fabulous four folks from Liverpool didn’t create and play in the best band in history … wait, no, nevermind. That’s the proof. I rest my case.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Shelly permalink
    July 13, 2010 1:14 pm

    You got taste, m’child!

  2. July 21, 2010 2:27 pm

    What?!! MJ died over a year ago! Crazy.

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