I watched The Walking Dead
I didn’t watch the Beatles special last night because, frankly, I’ve seen it. And so have you. Many times.
If you didn’t live it (I did), you’ve seen Beatles retrospective after Beatles retrospective on television. The Anthology mini-series, the documentaries (some good, some awful), and of course, the pirated stuff on YouTube. We’ve all been treated to the juvenile entertainment reporters breathlessly speculating about a Beatles “reunion” at the Grammies, as well as at every other time Paul and Ringo have been within 50 miles of each other. Nearly everything by, for, on and about the Beatles together and as individuals has been released, and we’ve sucked it up. I’ve got it all memorized. I don’t need to be told for the umpteenth time what a great group of moptop lads they were. Enough already.
I was, and still am, a big fan of this band that shaped much of my musical sensibility. I show clips from A Hard Days’ Night in my visual communications class. Their influence on popular music and culture is undeniable. But they were, after all, a band. A band (not unlike Benny Goodman, the Glenn Miller Orchestra, Fats Waller and His Rhythm, and many others) that had a prodigious output for a short period that ended over 40 years ago. The endless lionizing of the Beatles, no matter how much they have deserved it, has become somewhat comical and tiresome at the same time; it almost trivializes them at this point.
So I didn’t watch. Many of you will say, “Oh, but Dave, you really missed a good program this time.” Yes, well, I watched The Walking Dead, and you missed a good one too.