Liverpool
I’m leaving for Liverpool in about six hours. I know, I should be asleep Mom, and I’m sorry. I am slowly packing and preparing to be on my way.
It is a trip with Ithaca so there will be about 30-40 of us going in a big coach. I’m excited to hang with all of the people I’ve met this fall and find some new stories with them over the weekend.
The one thing I am not as excited about is the main reason most people are going to Liverpool: The Beatles.
You read it here first: I am not sold on the Beatles. I’m just not. Sue me. I know, I know, they were the first super group and such and such and so on and they’re amazing and everyone looks up to them and yadda yadda; I’ve heard it all before. But even though I have, I remain unconvinced.
Do I have to like the Beatles to like rock music? I truly don’t think so. To be honest, a few of their songs aren’t half bad. But I feel like the songs I like by them are the ones that are the least, well, Beatles-like.
I also believe that there is a large percentage of people out there afraid to admit they don’t like the Beatles. Liking them is kind of like knowing how to use a stop light; someone shows you at a young age, you follow along and keep the idea moving so nobody gets hurt. I have even talked to people who have admitted to me in private that they don’t really get them, but they say they do because all their friends do or their parents do or whatever.
So are the Beatles really that huge or are we just a society that doesn’t feel like bothering with questioning what we’re taught?
I’ll let you know when I get back from Liverpool. That is, of course, if my Beatles loving friends don’t beat me too hard first.
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