Let's drop the needle once again on 'Rubber Soul'
I don’t trust people who don’t like The Beatles.
In certain hipster circles these days, The Beatles are accused of being a boy-band media fabrication (a la One Direction, NSYNC, etc.), pandering musical thieves and overrated pop commodities.
I think they are talking about The Monkees, not The Beatles.
Granted, I never need to hear “Yellow Submarine,” “Octopus’s Garden” or “The Long and Winding Road” ever again but just because you sit around in a coffee shop or an online chat room declaring that the Beatles stink does not necessarily make it true. Backlash leaves such a bitter aftertaste.
I fell in love with The Beatles when The Beatles were falling apart. I’ve always felt a little cheated because I never got to experience the rush of buying a brand new copy of, say, “Revolver” (1966), tearing it open and hearing it for the first time before anyone else.
Last Tuesday night, my friend Alan Hanstein decided to recreate that thrill of the new by buying a sealed, vinyl copy of “Rubber Soul” (1965), opening it and playing it for a live audience at the Challenger Learning Center’s Planetarium. My nephew Hub Cub, 16, and I beat a path to the Planetarium’s door to hear The Beatles in their original, pristine form.
The Beatles’ “Rubber Soul” album, which turns 50 this year, is the point where The Beatles became, you know, The Beatles.
By: Mark Hinson
Source: Tallahassee Democrat
