Mop tops welcome. A close friend of mine once wrote - in delicate cursive handwriting
nonetheless - that the fact that the Beatles ever existed is remarkable
in and of itself. The author, now a Ph. D. candidate in classics at the
University of Pennsylvania, asserted that the notion of four so
ahead-of-their-time musicians (well, three really - we all know that
Ringo doesn't count) living in the same working-class town at the same
time is on plane with sorcery. And, the fact that they came together to
form a band, as my Ivy League comrade insists, is nothing short of a
sign of divine intervention.
Volumes have been written on the
Beatles. Some have gone as far as to claim the band's music is more
spiritual than some religious texts and others have used the band as a
backdrop for the cultural rift created by the 1960s. Even with all of
this having been written, there are actually people who don't like the
Beatles. Seriously, there are people who just plain don't like the
Beatles. Just as I don't like Dane Cook, or Bud Light, or NBA
officiating, some people don't like the Beatles. But most people do
which, too, might be just as strange when you consider that the band
hasn't been playing together for almost 40 years.

