Yesterdays post title inspired some people to comment about songs. One guy mentioned Lionel Richie, and I love me some Lionel. But then another blogger said something about The Beatles, and that my friends, is where I draw the line.
I don’t like The Beatles.
I never have and I never will.
I understand they revolutionized music about a million years ago and all that, but I just don’t like their music. I don’t care about the stupid yellow submarine and how they all lived in it like a bunch of assholes and I don’t care about Sergeant Pepper and his Lonely Hearts Club Band because they probably sucked too.
None of it.
Not one song.
And I know what you’re going to say. You’re going to say something about me not understanding the roots of rock and roll and how I’m not a true music fan and that’s all fine with me.
You can have The Beatles because I don’t want them.
You can have their stupid haircuts and their 857 albums.
I never get all giddy when I hear their songs. In fact, I get rather gloomy. I bet that surprises you.
I know, I know. I’m supposed to like them. Everyone does! Everyone likes The Beatles Chris! Well not me.
I don’t care about Paul, Gringo, that Other Dude and Lenny. Speaking of Lennon, everyone always makes such a big deal about how he staged that protest of the war, right? He sat in his bed! That’s what the man did. He sat in bed for awhile. What’s the big fucking statement there? You want me to sit in bed all day – I’ll do it! Just ask!
No Beatles for me, thank you.
I’d much rather rock out to Green Day. Now there’s a band with some talent!