Over the last few months doing the Beatle Battles I’ve lived and breathed John, Paul, George, and Ringo. Can I possibly find any more to say about this band for this last Beatles Post*? Yeah, I think I can….
The Beatles are the greatest band that ever was or ever will be. Sure that’s just my opinion, but it also happens to be the truth. I could on for days about how their music influenced generation after generation, and how most likely your favorite band at the moment owes a debt to the Beatles, regardless of the genre. But you’ve heard it all before. I think instead I’ll talk about a word The Beatles sang about over and over. Love.
“All you need is love.” Absolutely goddamn right. If I’ve learned one thing in my 40 years on this planet is that love is the guiding force of human beings. It is what we are here for. Carl Jung said…
“As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.”
I believe that light he is talking about is love. Carl Sagan said…
“For small creatures such as we the vastness (of space) is bearable only through love.”
That’s my favorite quote of all time and one I want on my tombstone, because I believe 100% that it is the truth. The Beatles sang this message to us countless times.
Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not praising the individual men of The Beatles and placing them in some sort of high pedestal next to Jesus, Gandhi, Buddha, or Mohammad. Shit, I think John Lennon was kind of a prick for abandoning his son Julian. Ringo and George did more cocaine in the 70’s than Tony Montana in Scarface. And McCartney? I downright loathe the man. But together, these flawed guys made something important. Something lasting and significant. Human beings are not perfect – but we can create perfection in our art. That is the magic of our existence. The Miracle of us.
Events with odds against so astronomical they’re effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing. And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive, meeting, siring this precise son, that exact daughter…
Until your mother loves a man, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged.
To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold, that is the crowning unlikelihood.
The thermodynamic miracle.
The miracle of The Beatles will last forever. It started with my father’s generation. My Dad bought the White Album when it came out in 1968. Almost 20 years later his son would discover that record in his collection and place it on the turntable and listen as the music changed his life. Another 20 years pass and my 13 year old daughter is singing “Penny Lane” with me in the car as we drive down the highway and I can see her smile as the same music that moved me and her grandfather is now moving her. And in another 20 years, perhaps her own child will dig out some old mp3’s of their Mom’s and hit play and hear what those four boys from Liverpool created all those years ago.
The message will always be the same – all you need is love. Without love we are lost. The Beatles preached this to us all time and time again. For this reason alone, The Beatles are my favorite band of all time.
*yes Mike, this is the last Beatles post ever.