There are some aspects of life that cannot be explained. At least I cannot explain them. There are no words, no rationale or reasons that justify or account for why something exists or just happened or has happened or continues to happen. All logic is disregarded. It makes me ask, "What is happening? What is this world coming to? Did you see that? What was that? What is that?"
I cannot explain why the sports world is exerting Mt. Everest-like efforts and money to deal with concussions suffered by athletes yet continue to support and encourage boxing and its progeny that's purpose is giving people concussions. I cannot explain the utter absence of working brain cells in people who fight over nose hair cutters in a store on Black Friday!
As they say in the movies, let's cut to the chase scene. I cannot explain the allure of the Beatles. There I said it. I lived before the Beatles, during the Beatles and now post Beatles and I just don't get it. How could four average looking blokes from Liverpool, England, with voices so thin they could sing through a hair brush and never touch a bristle and with the rudimentary, undeveloped, basic musical ability on guitars and drums that did not reach the entertaining level of a kindergarten stick and triangle band, reach such lofty heights in the entertainment world? Come one now, admit it, they put the "U" in ugly.
I would rather listen to a trio of inebriated bassoonists playing with broken reeds on their instruments with a backup group of six drunken turkeys gobbling, gaggling and shrieking in relief because they escaped the hatchet man on Thanksgiving. Their voices were whiny, wispy, nasal, as shrill as a group of fourth grade boys whining because they are not allowed to go outside during recess. They sounded like Vienna Boys Choir rejects. My youngest granddaughter played in the kindergarten band and she produced a greater quality of drumming than Ringo. All he does is boom, boom, thunk-a-thunk, thud, thud. I have had tires on my car with a cord separation that produced a more rhythmic and meaningful sound.
One Beatle voice could sand blast the patina off of the Statue of Liberty and when the three sang together they sounded like a choir composed of the Brothers Four, Dolly Parton and Porter Waggoner and the Bee Gees who dipped to often in the corn squeezins' at the company holiday party.
I can't explain the success of Webb Pierce, an old time country singer, Danny and the Juniors and even the venerated Hoosier Bobby Helms who had three hits in one year who sang through his nose like an elephant who needs a tonsil and adenoidectomy. I cannot explain the popularity of Rihanna, Maria Carey, Justin Bieber or Little Ziggy and the Zoo either. Give me the Ames Brothers, the Four Aces, Robert Goulet, Bing Crosby, The Mills Brothers, Billy Eckstine and Ol' Blue Eyes. Now they were singers.
Did I say there are things I can't explain? Don't get me started on the Beatles. TIC
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