Beatle fatigue

I WILL RESIST all temptation to say it seems like only

Yesterday

but the truth is that 30 years ago, I had already tired of the Beatles. Yes, it's true.

In My Life

I've met only two people who weren't wild about the mop-haired songsters of my baby-boomlet era. It was one of the few things my Dad and I agreed on outside of family values (that's when a family not only talked about them but enforced them too.)

Yeah, yeah yeah

Both my Dad and I agreed that they were talented songwriters and performers, and that at least two of them could genuinely carry a tune. But my generation was saturated with them. Everywhere you looked, Beatles, Beatles, Beatles. And then in the '70s we looked back. And in the '80s other people sang Beatles' songs. And in the '90s Michael Jackson owns those songs.

Help!

I couldn't just respect them from afar. I had be drowned in them decade after decade.

Imagine

how overexposed they'd be today if they'd actually been performing over all these years with the regularity, of say, the Rolling Stones. And now we have the Beatles Anthology.

Let It Be

I say because, personally, we're approaching a new millennium and New Age music abounds and these guys have nothing on John Tesh and nothing lasts forever and

Something

there is that drives me wild that this Fab Four, which is now only Three, is dragged out again for a whole new generation. It'll be a

Hard Day's Night

before I'd make a fool out of myself for a group that basically performed just a bit longer than the proverbial flash in the pan. Give me Tony Bennett any day and I'll be

Free As A Bird.

Besides I don't even think I could name even one song they

made famous.

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Linda L.S. Schulte writes from Laurel.