Recently watched Ron Howard’s
documentary: “The
Beatles: Eight Days a Week - The Touring Years.”
Although
almost everything that could be documented about the Beatles world-changing,
meteoric rise to prominence and dominance in pop music and our social consciousness
has been written about, recorded or filmed, it still is exciting when a new
telling of the tale comes out. Ron Howard focuses on the brief period of time
that the band played concerts live, roughly 5 years if you count the small
clubs in England and Germany, and makes clear why The Beatles couldn’t possibly
continue touring. Besides the “mania” that kept them running from cars, trains
and planes onto stages and into hotels through back entrances, the screaming
frenzy when they played live overshadowed the sounds of the extraordinary
musical innovations they were making on an almost daily basis.
None
of the Fab Four were virtuosos on their instruments, like Eric Clapton or Billy
Preston, who recorded some memorable riffs on Beatle albums, nor were they
master vocalists like contemporaries Stevie Wonder or Aretha Franklin. Even
their lyrical poetry wasn’t the equivalent of Bob Dylan or Paul Simon at the
time. What made The Beatles so outstanding was the way they put it all
together.
As
I listened to some of those DNA-engrained songs recently, I had this
realization - many good songs, even some great ones, are written around the
virtuosity of the musicians. In other words, the song serves as
showcase/vehicle for the talented musicianship of the artist. Those are the
songs I always listened to on the radio in the 60’s and 70’s, appreciating the
gifted playing and singing. But it was only the recordings of The Beatles that
I saved up my allowance to actually buy and treasure. Their instrumentalism and
vocalizations wrapped around and served the songs, you see, and so the songs
freely came from... well, they seemed to be channeled from their souls. And
indeed, well before “Father Joe” and “Doctor Joe,” The Beatles were my first
gurus.
“Nowhere
you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.” (“All You Need Is Love)
“It
really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong, I’m right where I belong.” (“Fixing A Hole”)
“Let
it be.” (“Let It Be”)
“And
in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.” (“The End”)
That
last lyric was the very last line on the very last song on the very last album
that The Beatles recorded together. Their final message.
Whew!