In case you haven't noticed, I post every Wednesday morning. I think this violates some basic tenet of blogging (that one should post frequently), but weekly is what I can manage. Every week, I encounter so many things related to my theme (discomforts of diversity and labeling) that I sometimes have a hard time settling on a topic. However, this week, I was clear on the subject, even though it is perhaps slightly off-topic.
A couple weeks ago, I posted about the discomforts of listening--especially to opinions that differ from our own. This week I want to address the pleasures of listening. This is because last week was my birthday, and the gift my husband gave me was the new boxed set of Beatles music--all of it, and all remastered to perfection and packaged in a very handsome black box with many photos and liner notes and even DVDs.
As a girl, I was a true Beatles lover. John was my favorite. It didn't even seem worth arguing that he was the ultimate. When someone named one of the other "lads" as their favorite, I'd simply shake my head and refuse to even consider their POV (much like that little boy in the photo in my earlier not-listening posts).
At any rate, my husband and I have been going through the CDs in this black box one by one over the past three or four days, and it has been a magical mystery tour through my own personal history. Every song triggers memories, and I remember almost every word. So many wonderful songs. It has also been stunning to witness, through sound and photos, the development of these four men from somewhat packaged commodities in their identical hair and round-neck suits, emerging step by step, song by song, as artists with distinct talents and interests. What a wonderful birthday gift this has been.One last thing to say about this. I have now become far more open to the possibilities of the other "lads." I now see what they have to offer as musicians and artists and potential heartthrobs. However, when we took our daughter (maybe 10 yrs old at the time?) to see Hard Day's Night, a film I'd seen and died over perhaps 15 times, she said she couldn't tell the difference between the four guys.