Performer: The Beatles
Songwriters: George Harrison
Original Release: The Beatles
Year: 1968
Definitive Version: The Concert for Bangladesh, 1971
Matt, my roommate my senior year at Wabash, was a huge, huge, huge Beatlemaniac. I suppose he still is, but back during college days, he said he would have a day—never predetermined—when he would have a Beatles jones that could be satisfied only by listening to all of his Beatles albums start to finish. Everyone would just have to deal.
He told me this as a warning, because in our living room we had a shared stereo system. (I think it was mine, but now I can’t remember whether that was true.) So, when the killer jones struck, I was just going to have to either hide at the library or enjoy. No problem. I used to have the same feeling about the Banana Splits; I understand.
Well, we made it almost through the entire school year without the urge for the Beatles purge until just before finals, where it kind of came out nowhere. We were hanging out on a weekend, listening to Rubber Soul. Next thing I know, out comes Abbey Road and Meet the Beatles and the white album, which, of course, isn’t the real name of the album. It ended up not being a full day (no Let It Be, no Sgt. Peppers, no Revolver, etc.), but it ended up lasting the rest of the day.
I always liked this song, but something about it on that spring day made it stand out, so when I hear it now, I think about musical itches that have to be scratched.
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