‘oh no not the Beatles again!" blogger unimpressed by the 50th anniversary calling them the Queen mother of pop
OK, I love the Beatles as much as the next monkey but this slavering excitement over the 50th anniversary of their debut Love Me Do single is making me feel a tad uncomfortable.
The Beatles and the BBC go together like milk and tea, a very milky tea with a nice biscuit at that.
It’s so comfy, like a snug old cardigan or a pint of warm real ale that is seems custom made for 6music or the BBC of Jools Holland’s plonking piano- a warm comfy world a million mies away from the visceral thrill of the rock n roll that inspired the Beatles in the first place.
Of course they made great records and of course they were important but they have been turned into the Queen Mother of pop- safe, cuddly and wheeled out for anniversaries and special events- the great untouchables with their loveable mop tops and thumbs aloft goofiness- like the eternal dancing puppets. John Lennon will be rolling in his grave.
The same old facts are dusted down about their mass popularity whilst everyone conveniently forgets that they only have two albums in the all time top 50 best sellers- a long way behind even the likes of the Red Hot Chili Peppers and way, way behind the number two all time best seller AC/DC and the number one of Michael Jackson and when was the last time you saw the media luvvies do a documentary on AC/DC? is that because they have been written out of our cultural history despite being more popular than the Beatles and also having a huge cultural impact.
I don’t hate the Beatles, far from it, but this warm glow that they are presented in is beginning to bore me and this constant rewriting of pop culture by plump dullards in cosy cardigans presenting Beatle hours on the TV is turning pop culture into something it never was- boring.