My love for listening to music started at an early age. At that time, AM radio and my mother’s LP records served to satisfy my hungry ear. Early on, I developed a taste for classical music, The Sons of the Pioneers, Johnny Horton, and most of the popular music of the day.
I was on the cusp of turning eight when the Beatles
first made their splash in the U.S., and I was not at all impressed with them.
I did not want to hold their hand. And all of their lovey, love, love stuff
rather turned me aside. They were no Sons of the Pioneers in my way of
reckoning.
I really did not learn to appreciate the “Fab Four”
until decades later. I had to wade back through years of preference for hard
rock to get there. And my initial pathway in was first illuminated by some of
John Lennon’s edgier and more experimental songs.
I have since learned to appreciate the entire
catalog of Beatles songs. Paul McCartney and John Lennon both proved to be
prolific and brilliant songwriters. While McCartney wrote many absolutely
gorgeous songs, some of Lennon’s songs burrow deeper into me. And then you have
George Harrison, who produced several of their best songs. Even today, “Here
Comes the Sun” leads in popularity on streaming platforms.
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