I confess, I bought the new single in multiple formats: digital download, music video, and vinyl. I was saddened/shocked as I called a few local but sizable record stores to check if they had it in stock, and two of them — when I asked about a new Beatles release — replied in a tone that implied I was a delusional fool.
Nevertheless, I procured a copy and brought it unopened to school, so my class had the experience of opening up and listening to a new Beatles song on vinyl. There are not a lot of kids who will be able to claim they participated in this historic bit of popular culture.
The song has grown on me the more I listen to it. Lennon wasn’t especially old when he was killed, but his voice sounds introspective, the way a lot of later-in-life singers do. I would’ve preferred a rocking song instead of a ballad, but most of the up tempo songs Lennon was toying with in the 1970s were… well… um… not up to Beatle standards, let’s just leave it at that.
Between this single, Paul Simon’s lengthy (most likely final) song, and Jimmy Buffet’s last album, I’m seeing (or hearing) the last of my childhood idols fade away. The Stones and the Eagles are incomplete and far from what they were in their prime. Phil Collins can barely lift his hands, let alone play the drums. Though I’m glad I was around when they were around — as a guy with a heart condition which will require surgery in the next few years — I didn’t really need a reminder of my own mortality.