With no football — and really not much else on — I was at least interested in The Beatles’ special last Sunday. I did like the interview segments as Ringo and Paul went through The Ed Sullivan Theater with David Letterman, recounting the hours and days up to their landmark first U.S. appearance.
There were some interesting combinations of folks singing Beatles’ tunes and paying tribute to the band’s two surviving members.
I grew up listening to The Beatles. My sisters had most of their albums. My older brothers were more into the Dave Clark Five. And I recall a Beatles special several years ago, my mother in her wheelchair tapping her one good foot to one of the Fab Four’s early songs that opened the show. This from the woman who wouldn’t let one of my brothers buy the 45 for “Paperback Writer” because she thought it was subversive.
But boy were my parents united on their aversion to The Rolling Stones. They hated them. Us kids we loved them. Had most of their records, too. Much to the dismay and chagrin of our folks.
The 50th anniversary of The Beatles on Ed Sullivan was a good show. Still wish they had Eric Clapton play on “While My Guitar Weeps,” since he played on the original record, though Joe Walsh and Gary Clark Jr. are fine musicians in their own right. And Yoko is still weird.