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“As your life grows longer, and your memory gets fuller, The Beatles come with you, and mutate along the way. They define the extremes of your memory; they are with you when you are just discovering music, too young to know better, and they remain with you, on top of all the other heart noise crowding your chemistry, when you are supposedly too old for surprises.”

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Dreaming the Beatles: The Love Story of One Band and the Whole World

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Rob Sheffield
Rob Sheffield

Rob Sheffield, born on February 2, 1966, is a renowned journalist whose career spans music, culture, and social commentary. He is known for his unique perspective and in-depth analysis. more

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