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22/03/02 @ 10:44 p.m.
Since seeing The Royal Tenenbaums, which opens with an instrumental version of Hey Jude, my brother’s been borrowing some of my Beatles CDs. I told one of my friends how happy I am that he’s starting to like them, and she asked me to make up a compilation CD for her, so I’m feeling really Beatled up right now. And although it’s stating the obvious, I just felt like saying how fucking great they are! I’m so, so grateful for liking them. For years I thought their songs were tinny, badly sung shite, and they were all egotistical twats, but I suddenly started singing their songs to myself after watching a Lennon documentary, and that was the beginning of my downfall. I’m just so glad I got to like them. There are so many things in life that piss me off, but The Beatles make up for all of them. A thousand etiquette experts couldn’t undo the good work of Hey Jude, or In My Life, or Being for the Benefit of Mr Kite. I’m so glad I had Eleanor Rigby to see me through my phase of thinking I’d be alone forever, and I’m so glad I’ve got Here, There and Everywhere now I know what love feels like. And whether I’m in a life-is-shit mood or a nice patch of enthusiasm, I always know that my life would be poorer without the Abbey Road medley. It’s not often I love something that’s so universally loved, but The Beatles are one of the best things in life, and today, more than usual, I’m really glad I think so.
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