Oh, how I love those words. Not because of the meaning behind them (well, the literal meaning at least), but because of the strings, the beats, the music that go behind those words. For 5 minutes and 43 seconds I regularly listen to those words accompanied by a variety of instruments.
Genius -that's precisely what it is. Pure unadulterated genius. How can somebody take eight little words, and accompany them so they turn into something gorgeous? I'll tell you how. They've got the skills. The insane, mad skills. You've got to be a little out of your mind or *cough*high*cough* (but, hey, in the sixties, that's what they did) to be able to create value in the form of sound waves. Using nothing more than eight little words ) Incredible. I've had years to recover from the beauty and the mind blowing factor of this song, and yet, still today I find myself moved. Teary eyed, even.
Now, you may think that I'm exaggerating. No, I'm not. Not. One. Bit.
Now, however, you may find yourself thinking that I'm stubborn. Well, in that case, you may actually be right. Hmm...
However, besides the lovely emotions that that song brings out in me, there are also the darker ones. Back in the day, seventh and eighth grade, to be precise. I had fallen in love with a group of musicians. Two had been dead, and two still alive. Great musicians that my uncle had introduced to me the summer after my 6th grade year. He was obsessed with their music and some of that obsession, luckily, had rubbed off on me.
So, of course, I was eager to share it; however, everybody else, it seemed, was so very eager to laugh at me. "That's old people music!" Most would shout at me. "You weirdo!"
The Beatles! The most popular, mega awesome band that anybody ever did see! I was being laughed at for liking the Beatles! Now, ironically enough, they've made a comeback. And they're a fad. And everybody all of a sudden absolutely loves the Beatles.
What a bunch of bandwagon hopper on-ers.
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