Paul McCartney was born on this day in 1942.
"The Beatles are not merely awful...They are so unbelievably horrible, so appallingly unmusical, so dogmatically insensitive to the magic of the art, that they qualify as crowned heads of anti-music." -- William F. Buckley.
"Well, you know, a lot of Americans are unbalanced." -- Paul McCartney.
...Maybe he’d hang around, listen to some music for a change. Although he had to say, most of what passed for music today left him cold. No lyrics or melodies. Say what you would about some of the shit he’d grown up listening to, at least you could find a tune in there somewhere, usually. But now…what had happened?
What had happened to him, maybe that was it. Was he that old, that the music had totally changed, as if it were from some other world, far in the future? Or rather, that he was from some other world, far in the past?
Maybe the fact was simply that he’d lost interest in music altogether. He thought he ought to be interested in music, sometimes, but he wasn’t. That was one of the things he liked about the Hi-Note. No jukebox. -- Chapter 31, The Misforgotten.
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