night.jpgSince I wrote this post about the Beatles, it’s been a goddamn Beatles free-for-all in Universe Nerge. Every day K and I have heard a Beatles song played at least once while in a public place. Yesterday was a real horror — we heard two different Wings songs in two different places.

I’m okay with the Beatles being played ad nauseum in perpetuity, but I must ask: Why? Why Wings? Some music should die. It’s already withered, lifeless, bereft of creativity, so why isn’t it dead? There’s only one explanation: Wings songs are like musical zombies. Decaying and soulless, they still wander the earth, looking for an unguarded ear to slip inside.

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2 Responses to “I’m not kidding about the fucking Beatles.”

  1. Kevbo on February 22nd, 2008 8:42 pm

    Brrraaaaiiinnnss! Brrraaaaiiinss! Sir Paaaaaullll! RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!

  2. Spencinator on March 2nd, 2008 9:10 am

    Dude, I’m not ok with the Beatles being played ad nauseum in perpetuity. Really, it’s not ok. And Wings songs are nothing like zombies. Zombies are cool and fun and they eat brains and surreptitiously make social commentary in their shenanigans. Wings is more like athlete’s foot or some other persistent fungus. Just wanted to clarify for the record

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