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“The four who stopped running, who stood still at last in 1966, looking curiously about them, were beings such as the modern world had never seen. Only in ancient times, when boy emperors and Pharaohs were clothed, even fed, with pure gold, had very young men commanded an equivalent adoration, fascination and constant, expectant scrutiny.”

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Shout! The Beatles in Their Generation

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“Our society seems something akin to an auditorium full of people holding drums. And the insanity inherent in this scene is that every person is clutching stacks of blank sheet music, no one knows what a metronome is, and none of these apparent musicians have a lick of musical experience. And in the deafening chaos of the acoustic bedlam that fills every corner of that room, every single person is voicing the incessant demand that everyone else in the room march to the beat of their own particular drum (even though they’re entirely uncertain as to what that beat is). And in the ensuing pandemonium, the beat that I’m going to march to is the one that marches me right out of that room.”

“Yes, I fail at missing you… but don’t mistake that for love, because that’s just out of habit. The truth is, I don’t even want to remember you anymore. Not your face, not your voice, not the version of me that tolerated you. You were a chapter that felt right, but it was a disaster. But now that I’ve grown, I’ve changed, I know the reality… I see you for who you are. So if forgetting you is slow, that’s fine. One day, even your memory will realise it is no longer welcome here.”

“The guitar tones and the thumpy thumpy drums soaking into me so hard. People always talk about good time rock and roll, Chuck Berry or whatever, like this liberating force for feeling good. But what I need is to be liberated into feeling bad. Not sad, I have plenty of sad. What I need is a place where I can spray anger in sparks like a gnarled piece of electrical cable. Just be mad at stuff and soak in the helplessness.”

“This, by the way, is hardly the first time one of your has discouraged one of min. If I possessed a metal link for every tongue-clucking human who said a child was too young, the instrument too large, or the very idea of pursuing music was "a waste of time," I could wrap your world in chains. Disapproving parents, dismissive record executives, vindictive critics. sometimes I think the greatest talents of all is perserverance.”