The Beatles, “Baby You’re a Rich Man”
I should have just bought that boxed set of all of those Beatles reissues when they came out last year. Instead, I thought, why not buy them one at a time, and spread out my enjoyment? I did for a while, and got as far as Help! But then I was faced with Rubber Soul, Revolver, and Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, and I stalled. I bought those three albums on cassette when I was in high school, along with a skimpy compilation called 20 Greatest Hits, and played them a lot. That was as far as my intensive early Beatles study went; I didn’t investigate forward or backward. So, with these reissues, the early recordings—the “deep cuts,” as they say; I obviously know the hits—were new to me, and the late stuff would be new to me when I got to it. But I just couldn’t imagine having to listen to those mid-period albums, the great ones, again. And so I stopped buying, and a year went by.
But I was troubled by having just five early Beatles records in my collection. It looked weird. Was I ever going to complete the set? The other day it occurred to me that maybe the answer was to just go out of sequence and jump forward. I was placing an Amazon order, and threw in Magical Mystery Tour. It came this morning.
Confession: I have a habit of making up songs about my dog, and of altering existing popular song lyrics so that they’re about my dog. Pretty much every song that I play, I make up a dog version. So this morning I couldn’t help coming up with “Toby, You’re a Rich Dog”: “You keep all your kibble in a big blue bowl … How does it feel to be one of the beautiful puppies?”