The Chord could give a dead man goosebumps. It’s that bottomless, sonorous E-major struck at the end of “A Day in the Life,” and then left to ring out for a sublime 40 seconds. Pepper’s overdubs in late February ’67, trying simultaneously on three different pianos to hit The Chord. Lindsay Zoladz : Let me direct your ears to one of the greatest studio outtake recordings ever: John Lennon, Ringo Starr, and Beatles right-hand man Mal Evans are finishing up some Sgt.
None of this will work, in the end-all the great pop songs know that pop songs never work-but what else can you do but try? Let it out and let it in. In other words: “Hey Jude” is a song singing to itself, reminding itself what a song should do. It’s the sound of a band trying to find not innocence, and certainly not the faux-profound willed innocence in which they all dabbled then and later, but the kind of equilibrium that allows you to go on living in the world without denying to yourself what the world is like. Which they’re already half-cynical about even as they’re reaching for it.
(I don’t mean in a bad way my favorite Beatles period overall is the “Old Brown Shoe”/“The Ballad of John and Yoko”/“Get Back” phase when they’re showing up for work in puke-stained fur coats and not speaking to each other and everything they record sounds like it’s happening inside an aluminum can lodged in a rain gutter.) In between there’s this brief reaching for peace and love and understanding. And the later stuff turns blown and sour and fame-jaded so fast. But the early stuff, if you listen with the period in mind, is always sexier and more violent than it should be. The story is always something like: They went from bubblegum ’50s innocence to druggie hippie mysticism, and then flamed out, along with their whole generation. The arc of the Beatles’ career was never exactly the way you remember it. Most piano power ballads don’t come anywhere near the depth or the uncertainty of that feeling. Most of the lyrics don’t add up to much, including the “movement you need is on your shoulder” line that John supposedly convinced Paul to keep because it sounded like Dylanesque poetry, but it’s worth noting that “Hey Jude” literally sounds like a sad song someone is trying to make better. A kind of mournfulness, which the song keeps trying and failing to close around like a pearl. The song’s familiarly makes the melancholy hard to detect, maybe, but it’s in there: It’s that gentle, restless churn that you feel in the pit of your stomach. What saves it is the mood-well, what really saves it is the fact that it has one of those melodies that seem to have existed in some deep cortex of the human brain since before time began and whose composers don’t originate so much as notice them. The type of song “Hey Jude” is might be schlocky and embarrassing, but “Hey Jude” itself, this precise combination of words and notes, is exquisite. Like all great songs, it’s irresistible in a way that defies generic analysis. Listen to “Hey Jude” again and you’ll reconnect with all the reasons why you already half-know, deep down, that it’s the quintessential Beatles song. It’s ubiquitous, sure-nearly everyone alive has probably loved it, at least once and for a few minutes-but in a gigantic, crowd-pleasing, all-Paul vein that seems to foreclose, designedly, on the question of whether it’s any good.Īnd yet! Take a sad song and make it better.
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Very Earnest I-V-IV piano chords plus cheer-up-sad-boy lyrics plus a singalong na-na chorus doesn’t exactly make for a groundbreaking pop object it didn’t make for one even in 1968, when “Hey Jude” was released into a world that already had both “Strawberry Fields Forever” and The Velvet Underground & Nico in it. Worst possible answer, right? “Hey Jude” might not be the least cool Beatles song-that would be “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da,” a song that makes “Octopus’s Garden” sound like Joy Division wrote it-but it might be the most affirmatively uncool Beatles song. Fortunately, that hasn’t happened here at The Ringer, so we decided to make a list of the band’s best hits.īrian Phillips : I know, I know. In Yesterday, which opens Friday, all of the world has forgotten the Beatles and their songbook.
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