The Beatles – Rubber Soul – Classic Music Review

Rubber Soul usually ranks pretty high on the Top 100 all-time album lists, though not as high as Sgt. Pepper or Revolver. While doing my research for this review, I think it saw it in the top 10 once or twice.

I find the entire concept of “best all-time” absurd in any field, especially music. My favorite album depends on my mood. If you catch me when I’m feeling horny—well, I’m always feeling horny, but if you catch me when I’m really ready to explode—I might say my favorite album is Grant Street, Wheels of Fire, The Best of Muddy Waters or any number of my go-to fuck-to albums. When I’m in a dark, self-reflective mood, I might tell you that Robert Johnson: The Complete Recordings is the greatest album in history; if I’m self-reflective and dreamy, Hejira or Fox Confessor Brings the Flood might wind up on top. When I feel like rocking ’til dawn, there are twenty or more albums I might describe as the greatest fucking record ever made, depending on who I’m with or what I’m drinking. In the absence of objective criteria, any claim that such-and-such album is the best of all time is a personal opinion meaningful only to the person holding the opinion. It’s especially silly to compare one record to another. While one can evaluate a piece of music in areas like musicianship, recording quality, clarity of purpose, commitment, composition and performance, comparisons are completely worthless except to create meaningless debates between fans (and raise magazine circulation or website traffic in the process).

The Beatles are the best argument in support of the notion that ranking systems are as useless as a vibrator with a dead battery. Nearly all Beatles albums appear in the top 100 of these lists. This is because most of the lists were created by Baby Boomers, and The Beatles have a very special meaning to that generation. That makes the Baby Boomers the least qualified people in the universe to evaluate The Beatles—they are simply too close to the subject to have the least bit of detachment. The Beatles mean too much to them.

The Beatles had been history for eleven years before I popped out of my mother’s honey pot, so I didn’t experience Beatlemania or the subsequent elevation of The Beatles to near-godlike status. From my perspective, I think The Beatles produced some of the greatest songs and recordings in history, but they also put out a lot of absolute crap, particularly towards the end of their run when they were riding on the strength of the brand and could hardly stand to be in the same studio with each other.

And when it comes to The Beatles, evaluating any of the albums before Sgt. Pepper is problematic. Which version are you talking about?

Before Sgt. Pepper, there were two different versions of the core Beatles albums: one British and one American. The Brits liked fourteen songs on their albums; the greedy Americans imposed a 12-song maximum and would happily go under that limit if it made for a sunnier profit outlook.

Often the geniuses in charge of the American record companies (Capitol and UA) would chop up one British album into multiple American albums with disastrous effect. This is most apparent in the albums for the two films. The British A Hard Day’s Night has the eight songs attributed to the movie (though “I’ll Cry Instead” wound up on the cutting room floor) and several additional tracks that later appeared on the American album Something New (which in turn was filled out with songs that had already appeared on the British A Hard Day’s Night and “Komm, Gib Mir Deine Hand”). The American A Hard Day’s Night has eight Beatle performances and four despicably snappy instrumentals to fill in the rest of the space on the vinyl disc. It gets worse with Help!, where the American version had only seven Beatles songs and some truly dreadful film music. The original 14-track British effort—significant for the songs on side two hinting at a more sophisticated approach to songwriting and production—was completely mutilated: three songs appeared on the previously-released American album Beatles VI, two wound up on the later release Yesterday and Today, and two more found a place on what was released to mid-60’s America as Rubber Soul. If you listen to the American version of Revolver, you might conclude that John Lennon had either left the band in the middle of the recording sessions or was occasionally too stoned to show up. “I’m Only Sleeping,” And Your Bird Can Sing” and “Doctor Robert” are all absent from the American edition.

In nearly every case, the American albums are abominations and the British versions are far superior, in keeping with the cherished notion that the artist knows best. The one situation where I think the American album is the better album is Rubber Soul.

By “better album,” I’m specifically talking about the thematic unity and the satisfaction that results from experiencing a sense of wholeness in an artistic effort. The British version of Rubber Soul comes across as more eclectic than unified. You experience the excitement of artists exploring new territory and breaking tired expectations, but in the end, the parts don’t all fit together to create thematic unity.

Part of this perception has to do with issues I have with three of the four songs exclusive to the British version. “If I Needed Someone” is a hodgepodge of Byrds songs, most notably “The Bells of Rhymney” and “She Don’t Care About Time” with a touch of “Feel a Whole Lot Better.” If I want to hear The Byrds, why would I play a Beatles album? “What Goes On” is one too many C&W song in the Beatles repertoire and a pathetic follow-up to “Act Naturally,” which didn’t deserve a follow-up anyway. Some have argued that Rubber Soul is very much a C&W album, and there’s some slight justification for that perspective. To me, the issue is a matter of degrees: while songs like “I’ve Just Seen a Face” and “I’m Looking Through You” have a C&W influence, and though “Michelle” was written in what McCartney called “Chet Atkins’ finger-picking style,” “What Goes On” travels far beyond mere influence and sounds like a Buck Owens b-side. If there’s one song that destroys any sense of thematic unity in the British version, it’s “What Goes On,” particularly with its plum placement as the first track on side two.

Then there’s the curious case of “Nowhere Man.” While I like the lyrics, and though I think the self-reflective orientation of the song fits with the self-reflective nature of several songs on Rubber Soul, the arrangement seems terribly bright and cheerful for a self-confessional. The harmonies are technically excellent, as always, but contradict the pathos in the lyrics. I also have the strong feeling that “Nowhere Man” is simply not an album song, but a single: it doesn’t seem to fit into the track order of either the British Rubber Soul or the butchered mess (pun intended) we know as Yesterday and Today. “Nowhere Man” did work very well in the movie Yellow Submarine, but alas, it’s not part of the soundtrack album.

“Drive My Car,” the other missing piece from the U. S. production, is a song I like very much, and as the first track it sets the tone for the entire album. What you get from “Drive My Car” is the immediate and lasting impression of sassy, urban, street-level eroticism. The band is at full throttle, combining exceptional harmonies with tight rhythms and superbly executed build. If you’re a blues fan, you connect immediately to the driving metaphor and can recall dozens of songs where driving a car is a euphemism for driving the male instrument into the female sweet spot. “Drive My Car” is a statement that The Beatles were getting tired of kissy-kissy love and wanted to get closer to the real thing; “Norwegian Wood,” which follows, places an exclamation point at the end of that statement. The Lads from Liverpool have moved from G to PG-13! Soon they’ll be more popular than Jesus!

The “problem” is that the theme that starts the British album putters out pretty quickly: there’s not another song on Rubber Soul that comes close to the feel of “Drive My Car.” On the American edition, “I’ve Just Seen a Face” opens the album, giving Rubber Soul a folksy and more intimate feel, a mood further intensified throughout the album in songs like “Norwegian Wood,” “Girl,” “In My Life” and “Michelle”. The arrangement consists of acoustic guitars, maracas and a brushed snare, giving you the sense that these are just four guys jamming in one of their living rooms. While both versions cross the line into “adult subject matter,” the American Rubber Soul comes across as more reflective and somewhat more mature (with a few breathtaking deviations). “Girl,” “Norwegian Wood” and “In My Life” are not The Beatles as packaged by The Great Epstein, but the real guys who grew up pretty damned fast in the sweaty environment of The Cavern and in the unbridled decadence of Hamburg. Rubber Soul is not so much the transition to adulthood but the manifestation of what had been there all along, and this comes through more coherently in the American version.

It should be noted that the reflective mood on the American version had nothing to do with artistic yearnings—the pig boys at Capitol Records didn’t give a rat’s ass about mood. They wanted to capitalize on the burgeoning folk-rock craze sweeping America at the time. But hey, though their motives are often despicable, sometimes capitalists do get it right. Hence, this review focuses on the American version of Rubber Soul.


“I’ve Just Seen a Face” is a breezy, delightfully melodic song with the best acoustic guitar work The Beatles had done to date. Many of the reviews of the song focus on its exceptional forward movement, and it is impressive indeed. The words tumble off McCartney’s tongue at high speed, but he gives sing-a-longers an out by humming or dah-dah-dahing the closing lines of the verses. The chorus sounds like it was designed especially for full-throated participation from a slightly inebriated listening audience, and it has been a staple of my family’s pleasantly drunken New Year’s bashes for as long as I can remember.

If there is one song on Rubber Soul that made the listening audience aware that the lovable moptops had moved beyond pre-pubescence, it is “Norwegian Wood.” Though McCartney claims credit for some of the lyrics (and during the Rubber Soul-Revolver years, McCartney was a superb lyricist, nothing like the moron who would write dumb-ass songs like “Jet”), the feel is the John Lennon of In His Own Write and A Spaniard in the Works: cheeky, witty, unimpressed by convention and blessed with a gift for wordplay.

Oh, how I wish they’d put “Good Dog, Nigel” to music.

“Norwegian Wood” is a masterpiece of poetic and narrative economy: a vivid vignette in ten or twenty lines (depending on where you put the line breaks). Snatched off the street by a lass who does her darndest to impress the laconic Liverpudlian, the narrator sardonically indicates that her attempt at commercially enhanced seduction has failed completely:

She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh
I told her I didn’t and crawled off to sleep in the bath

The rejection must have been shocking and painful for the poor broad, but fuck, that’s what you get when you’re a crushing bore with zero self-awareness! The act of setting fire to her impressive Norwegian timber intensifies the rejection of all things pretentious, woman and furniture included. At the end of the song, you laugh at the audacity of the climax instead of wondering if you’re some kind of sick fuck for giggling at a woman’s humiliation and the destruction of her precious private property. “Norwegian Wood” is a brilliant, brilliant piece of poetry.

Musically, what seals the deal for me is the major-minor key change between verse and middle eight. While it’s a technically simple thing to flatten a third, the subtle change serves to build the tension in the song and heighten the listener’s anticipation. The fact that the lyrical resolution is full of ambiguity leaves one in an exquisite state of suspension, making you want to stop the album and explore the song again. Musically and lyrically, “Norwegian Wood” is one of those mini-masterpieces The Beatles delivered with astonishing frequency during their peak creative years.

And no, I didn’t mention the sitar. People have spent too much time on the alleged impact of the fucking sitar. The whole sitar craze lasted about two or three years, so it was hardly the game-changing integration of East and West the stoners of the time claimed it was. Musicians were experimenting with all kinds of unusual sounds during this period, and the only reason we hear about the sitar is that idealistic Baby Boomers tended to imbue anything originating from the mystical East with cosmic meaning, especially when connected in any way to The Beatles.

Paul devotes two of his efforts on Rubber Soul to tensions in his relationship with prissy actress Jane Asher, who would eventually dump McCartney in 1968 after catching him in the sack with a damsel by the name of Francie Schwartz. Good riddance, I say, to a woman who was apparently little more than a spoiled child and considered McCartney her personal possession. How on earth could she have been shocked to find Paul humping Francie? He’s a fucking musician, for fuck’s sake! Did she think Paul just masturbated quietly in his hotel suite when The Beatles were on tour? If I had been the one to walk in on Paul and Francie, I would have said, “Move it on over, people!” and joined the fun. Sheesh!

The first anti-Asher piece is “You Won’t See Me,” the less interesting of the pair. The song is pleasant enough but a bit of a downer after “Norwegian Wood,” a so-so melody redeemed by the Lennon-Harrison background vocals. The story is rather weak: Jane is pouting, and McCartney, in full abnegation mode, is crying and moaning and longing for someone who clearly doesn’t deserve his attention. After allowing himself the cheap pleasure of the childish taunt, “So act your age,” he lays down like a whipped puppy and whimpers to come inside.

I love strong, submissive men, but limp wimps really get my knickers in a twist.

This pathetic tale is followed by McCartney on the fuzz box, supporting George in his rather sluggish development as a songwriter in the generally unmemorable ditty, “Think for Yourself.” Ironically, the lyrics are exactly what Paul should have said to Missy Prissy Asher:

I left you far behind
The ruins of the life that you have in mind
And though you still can’t see
I know your mind’s made up
You’re gonna cause more misery

Do what you want to do
And go where you’re going to
Think for yourself
Cos I won’t be there with you

Of course, John and Paul always treated George like a little kid, so Paul probably was probably paying more attention to his new fuzzy toy than to George’s snarky lyrics. The music is technically more interesting in terms of root changes and curious chord combinations, but the whole never really comes together for me.

“The Word” has been acclaimed as the first song The Beatles wrote about love that wasn’t about boy-girl love, but “love as the answer to world problems and the gateway to higher consciousness.” Yeah, yeah, yeah—Jesus tried to peddle that bullshit 2000 years ago and people paid as much attention to the message then as they do now. Before you call me a cynic, I would point out that I believe that love is by far the most important and positive force known to humanity—but since the vast majority of humanity is clueless, all the love in the world isn’t going to make much of a difference. Do you really think you could play “The Word” or “All You Need Is Love” at an Al-Qaeda board meeting and watch them toss their assault weapons into the Persian Gulf? “The Word” is a not-much song saved by marvelous harmonies, but hardly a game-changer. From a musical perspective, it’s a predictable bore and sounds like a song a couple of guys made up while they were smoking pot . . . which was indeed the case. I will say that the performance is one of the most exuberant on Rubber Soul, and I absolutely love Ringo’s crisp drum work.

Next comes The Beatles’ song I loathe more than nearly all the others: “Michelle.” The fact that it won a Grammy for Song of the Year only strengthens my opinion. I had to listen to it for years as it came up in the endless rotation of music playing in the house where I grew up, and whenever I made the slightest move towards the phonograph to rid my ears of the unpleasantness, my father would magically appear out of nowhere and block my path. I tried to overcome my long-standing aversion to the song by doing what I do for every review: listen to the entire album three times before writing a word.

It didn’t work. I think I hate “Michelle” even more.

Perhaps if there were a version with only the guitar and the complex harmonies, I might actually like the song. What raises my ire is McCartney’s rather maudlin vocal and the air of condescension to the poor dumb French girl who hasn’t mastered the King’s English. As a citizen and resident of La Belle France, I find the song appalling; as a card-carrying American citizen, I find it sickeningly sweet. McCartney originally wrote the tune as a sort of party piece to poke fun at French artistic pretentiousness, and I think he should have left it there. A Pythonesque version of “Michelle” would have been a hoot!

Flipping over to side two, we’re greeted by the tremolo guitar of “It’s Only Love,” snatched from side two of the British Help! Lennon didn’t think much of this song, and the lyrics are rather predictable, but I rather like the lovely melody and the expression of sheer vulnerability one feels in a relationship combining passion with tension and desire with insecurity. John Lennon was very good with emotional contradiction, and his occasionally slurred and somewhat tentative vocal captures that uneasy state exceptionally well. Here, the absence of harmony strengthens the song, befitting the confessionally oriented lyrics.

In the British version, “Girl” follows “What Goes On,” a jarring juxtaposition that almost diminishes the impact of the superior “Girl.” Note I said “almost,” because “Girl” is such a wonderful song that it can stand up to just about anything, including a Ringo country turkey. Singing with greater intention than he did on “It’s Only Love,” John captures the tone of a man torn between pleasure and pain, the desire to immerse and the desire to escape. The drawn breaths—whether meant to convey a deep drag on a cigarette or the anticipation of a delightfully beaten-into-submission sigh—convey the realism of serious conversation without losing the musical context. The harmonies, influenced by Brian Wilson and Bros., are quite lovely throughout, but the harmonies in the middle eight—the dit-dit-dit-dits—intensify both rhythm and build. The last verse marks a shift from the personal to the philosophical, and though Lennon swore he wrote the lines, the shift in tone gives McCartney’s claim that he contributed the verse a bit more credibility. Ex-mate pettiness aside, the last verse is the crux of the song, so it deserves further exploration:

Was she told when she was young
That pain would lead to pleasure?
Did she understand it when they said
That a man must break his back
To earn his day of leisure?
Will she still believe it when he’s dead?

As a dominant female with a bi-sexual orientation, I happen to be something of an expert on the pain-pleasure dynamic within the world of sexuality. However, this verse has nothing to do with BDSM—it’s about the sadomasochistic nature of a society that values work over pleasure and productivity over people. The verse casts the “Girl” of the song as a dyed-in-the-wool materialist willing to exploit men for the resources they are supposed to provide in a world of traditional relationships. We’ve already seen her as a manipulative bitch (“When I think of all the times I tried so hard to leave her/She will turn to me and start to cry/And she promises the earth to me and I believe her/After all this time I don’t know why.”), and one of the great misfortunes of living too long under a tradition of men-at-work-women-at-home is that it turned many women into devious manipulators focused primarily on achieving material comfort. Even though the need for women to manipulate has abated somewhat in Western culture, women still practice the art to this day: it’s highly unlikely that all those beautiful women with artificially inflated tits and lips marry the ugliest but wealthiest athletes purely out of love and deep emotional connection.

But “Girl” isn’t about the one percent, it’s about a middle class that has to work to death to get their “Sunday joint of bread and honey,” in Ray Davies’ words. While Lennon and McCartney were making oodles of money during this period and buying expensive playthings, they still hadn’t fallen prey to the allure of privilege and remained firmly grounded in middle-class values. Their parents and guardians were working people who had very little time for leisure, and John and Paul in particular hardly had it easy living in single parent/guardian homes. From this perspective, the last verse of “Girl” is one of their first commentaries on the lack of social justice in modern society—and the dynamic that causes people to step over each other to get a tiny bit ahead instead of pulling together so that all can rise.

We leave the fucked-up world of wealth-based privilege for the equally fucked-up world of Paul McCartney and Jane Asher. “I’m Looking Through You” is an often overlooked example of Paul McCartney’s songwriting gifts and Ringo Starr’s command of the art of percussion. Through the gift of The Beatles Anthology, we know that “I’m Looking Through You” began as a slower and more tentative number in severe need of both spark and a middle eight. The final version is much quicker and livelier, with high-speed chord changes that provide good practice for home guitarists trying to shake off the rust the fingers.

I played the song for years at our New Year’s Eve parties and thought I did a credible job on my less-than-optimal Yamaha acoustic. On one occasion, though, my father came up to me after we’d finished and said, “You know, I don’t think you have the chords right.” “You’re nuts,” I said, defending myself by reminding him of all the money he’d spent on my musical education and how dare he tell me that I don’t know music theory and chord progression. As usual, he listened to my rant with an infuriating smile on his puss, then in a completely unperturbed voice told me, “It’s the chord change on the word ‘different’,” and walked away.

“Harrumph!” I thought. I’ll show that bastard what I’m made of!

And fuck if I didn’t find out he was entirely right, dammit.

What I had been doing is playing the logical sequence demanded by the root, staying perfectly aligned with the key and the complementary chords. In other words, I had expected a pattern and lazily demanded that the chords fit the diagram in my brain, not McCartney’s. The song is in A-flat major, but for ease of explanation and to get around WordPress’ inability to render flats and sharps, I’ll slip on a capo and play it in G. Here is my version:

Em                    D       C          G     C      D
You don’t look different but you have changed

The actual chord sequence is far more clever, and when combined with a touch of vocal harmony adds a richness to the movement that is pure inspiration:

Em                 Asus4 Am       G    C     D
You don’t look different but you have changed

Fortunately for us, McCartney was at a point in his development when he wanted to defy expectations and go beyond the obvious, an urge that he would carry forward for a few more years before going into irreversible decline. Sustained chords, like seventh chords, create a feeling of tension that peaks the listener’s demand for resolution, and the introduction of an Asus4 made “I’m Looking Through You” far more compelling than it would have been had they gone with my faulty version. It also makes the vocal harmonies on that line much more interesting. As I’ve said ad infinitum, the little things matter more in music than the big things, and that tiny diversion from logic is a very precious little thing.

And then there’s Ringo, simplifying matters to the nth degree with a percussion backing that consists of a.) a two-note vamp on a Hammond, b.) slapping his lap and c.) tapping a box of matches with his fingers. That last innovation serves as conclusive evidence that smoking bans present a hazard to human creativity.

“In My Life” was originally written as a stroll down Lennon’s Memory Lane, with references to Strawberry Fields and Penny Lane, but he found the exercise a bore and transformed the perspective into a general meditation on the terrible brevity of time. Along with “Girl,” “In My Life” represents the emergence of a songwriter more in touch with himself and less concerned with satisfying commercial demand. If it seems odd that a twenty-something would engage in this kind of reflection after only a few years on the planet, you’re forgetting that Keats, Shelley and Rimbaud were also quite young when they wrote some of their greatest poetry. Lennon had always and would always continue to be deeply curious about his personal past, constantly looking backward in songs like “Strawberry Fields Forever,” “Julia” and “Mother,” and seeking answers in transcendental meditation and primal scream therapy. What makes “In My Life” work so well is that in generalizing the perspective, John Lennon maintained close touch with his personal experience—the key to universalizing a work of art:

All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends
I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all

Even more poignant than the implied images of Stu Sutcliffe and Julia Lennon is the line that closes the repeated ending verses: “In my life, I’ve loved you more.” This is much more than the expression of the advantages of convenience communicated by Stephen Stills in “Love the One You’re With,” but an affirmation of the life and the love in the here-and-now. The stop-time rendition of this line with the emphatic expression of “I love you more” never fails to bring up a tear; it is so touching, so human, so beautifully tender.

Musically, once one ignores the McCartney-Lennon argument as to who wrote the melody, the song features inspired chord changes and flows like a calm river on a warm day, reflecting a measured journey from past to present. The addition of the faux harpsichord courtesy of Lennon’s desire for a touch of the Baroque and George Martin’s wizardry is a beautiful enhancement to one of the most beautiful songs ever written.

“In My Life” should have closed Rubber Soul, for the two songs that follow are cascading disappointments. “Wait” was pulled out of the reject bin and spiffed up with more interesting instrumentation, but it really belongs back in the days of Beatles for Sale. As for “Run for Your Life,” there is no more offensive song in The Beatles’ catalog. Lennon regretted writing this disgusting celebration of the male right to engage in violence against women, up to and including murder, but his regrets can’t erase the foul impression it leaves behind. Lennon was a batterer during his years with Cynthia, and he had already placed his possessive tendencies on full display in “You Can’t Do That,” so the fact that he would write a song about his ugly feelings is not that surprising. What’s appalling is that none of the men listening to this crap said, “Hey, John, do you really mean that? You’d rather see her dead?” As it stands, it’s a shocking contradiction to the kindness and vulnerability displayed in “In My Life,” almost making Rubber Soul seem like an album of two steps forward and one horrifying step backward. The acoustic feel of the album is preserved (briefly) in the song’s intro, leaving us something to hold onto as the needle rises from the vinyl.

Whichever version gets you off, the real story behind Rubber Soul is that it demonstrated The Beatles’ desire to do more with music than just make money and send legions of fans into fits of ecstasy. The awareness that an album could be more than just a collection of songs had more to do with Rubber Soul than any other album of that era. The Beatles had more time to experiment with sound and structure, and though the four or five weeks spent in the studio pale in comparison to the months spent on Sgt. Pepper, it was far more than they’d had up to date, and the experience obviously gave them confidence that endless possibilities awaited them in the studio upon their return from the next tour of duty. Those possibilities would wind up exceeding all expectations in the next two years when The Beatles created works of art that will live for centuries. Rubber Soul opened the door to a shocking blossoming of creativity.

21 responses

  1. Dear Altrock Chick: This is the best exploration of Rubber Soul I’ve ever read, and as a Boomer, I lived through, lived with, and worshipped this album in my key development year: the eighth grade. This is fantastic writing. Keep up the great work!

  2. One fallacy that keeps persisting among those who try to comment on the Beatles is that their greatness is something that, on the strength on nostalgia, gets carried from the heyday of the 1960s. Back in the sixties, this fallacy goes, the Beatles were the unassailable kings, and so their generation keeps carrying that torch to this day, living off the fumes and waxing all nostalgic.

    While I do agree that nostalgia plays the role, one thing that needs to be mentioned is that back in the sixties the Beatles were much less adored and appreciated than they are today. They had many more opponents back then, when they were still performing and recording than they have today. Many people back in the day were cheering for the Beatles to crash. That sentiment was backed by the ‘the bigger they are, the harder they fall’ mantra. And of course, eventually they fell down with an enormous crash. And in the wake of their fall, an exceptionally strong anti-Beatles sentiment flourished. These things hardly ever get mentioned nowadays. But they really happened.

    So it’s not all lovey-dovey when it comes to the Beatles generation. Many of their contemporaries grew to really hate them and really hate their music. I remember when I was a kid how many of my musician friends who were in the band with me (we all wanted to be in the band back then) were convinced that the Beatles were ridiculously incompetent musicians. People were going as far as to claim how they couldn’t play instruments if their lives dependent on it. Then began rumours how all their records were made with shadow studio musicians, or ghost musicians, who never got credited on the LPs.

    All those facts are telling us that only now are the Beatles actually getting the proper recognition for their talent, their musicianship, their genius. I think the Playstation Beatles Rock Band game contributed a lot to that recognition, especially by helping release the isolated tracks of McCartney’s bass, Lennon’s and Harrison’s isolated guitar work, Ringo’s isolated drums. Now when we listen to those isolated tracks, we finally fully understand what amazing performers these guys were back in their heyday. I sometimes challenge some of my super duper talented guitar playing friends to cop George’s lines verbatim, and of course, no one ever can. Or, Paul’s bass lines, or John’s inventive strumming. Impossible to mimic. They were veritable musical geniuses. And I’m not even discussing their stupendous songwriting and arranging skills.

    So let’s be clear on where does the Beatles genius lie — not in the nostalgia, not within the ageing boomers, but only inside the grooves they released back in the sixties.

  3. Matheus Bezerra de Lima | Reply

    I want to say one thing: I LOVE “You Won’t See”! The song feels so catchy and delightful! Definitively a highlight for me! Keep well, your reviews can be really interesting, you write very well and arguments very well. I disagree with what you write sometimes, but it is nothing more than this: a disagreement. Continue your job, there are many wonderful, intelligent and clever things in your reviews!

  4. Matheus Bezerra de Lima | Reply

    Rubber Soul is a very unique and great album. The arrangements and vocal harmonias are great, the album have a reflexive mood and some songs are truly great. Even the worst songs are at least decent, with the possible exception of What Goes On. But the tracks with Ringo singing are almost always the worst, with the exception of With A Little Help From My Friend, his best singing with the Beatles.

    What you think about review the Sinatra’s most acclaimed album as “In The Wee Small Hours”, “Frank Sinatra Sings For Only The Lonely” and “Songs For Swingin’ Lovers!”?

    Keep well.

    1. Except for a brief review of “It Was a Very Good Year” in the Dad’s 45’s series, I haven’t really considered doing Sinatra, but if I were to go there, I would do all three and September of My Years. I’d probably want to throw in one of his compilation albums as well to cover his many hits. I have a list of 24 reviews I’m committed to this year, so maybe some time this summer I might dip my toe into the work of Ol’ Blue Eyes.

      1. Matheus Bezerra de Lima

        Thanks, I can hardly wait!

      2. Matheus Bezerra de Lima

        In matter of compilation, a fairly good compilation is Ultimate Sinatra, that covers his whole career since All Or Nothing All recorded in 1939 and his first hit, but I recommend also The Capitol Years. Sinatra always made clear the difference between his singles and albums: while his singles were designed to be just hits, tough he still recorded many gems as singles, his albums were another history, much more artistically serious and always songs first-rate or close. Sinatra’s comitment in his albums was nothing short of 100% and he always demanded that all his musicians would really give the best. Frank Sinatra and Nelson Riddle were one of the greatest partnerships of history: if Sinatra was Lennon, Riddle was McCartney. Sinatra’s singing was just half of the equation that made his absolute masterpieces, the other half were the arrangements. Their work together evolved both: at same time that Riddle’s arrangement helped Sinatra to fully reinvent himself as artist and singer, Sinatra also made Riddle evolve as a arranger, giving many valuable suggestions and ideas and teaching Riddle that the arrangements could not be in the vocalist’s way. Sinatra’s perfectionism also made Riddle give 100% and when Riddle did make a great job, Sinatra would recognize and praise him, as it happened with the song What Is This Thing Called Love?

      3. You’re entirely right about the singles-albums difference, and including both compilations and albums would be the way to go.

  5. Matheus Bezerra de Lima | Reply

    Another thing that distinguishes The Beatles of other bands is that they never had and never will have an album that is widely regarded as their great masterpiece, their best. The Dark Side Of The Moon is widely regarded as THE MASTERPIECE of Pink Floyd. Led Zeppelin IV has the same status with Led Zeppelin. OK Computer with Radiohead. A Night At Opera with Queen. And this same thing happens with pratically every band I know except The Beatles.

  6. Matheus Bezerra de Lima | Reply

    Well, I understand. I am not criticizing you, just talking that sometimes I don’t understand you. I never want someone to like every acclaimed music because music is so diverse that it is impossible. But I try the hardest I can to understand objectively the qualities of the most acclaimed bands, even if it is not my cup of tea. Example: Led Zeppelin. I respect and admire greatly the band, but hard rock is not my thing definitively. I can have some fun with some of their songs, like Rock ‘N’ Roll, but they will never be among my favorites. The only song by them that I truly love and always have in my smartphone is Stairway To Heaven, the artistical peak of Led Zeppelin. My favorite artists will always be Beatles and Frank Sinatra, singer with a great, very rich of vocal shading and subtleties, and beautiful voice in the 50s decade and a capacity of communicate emotionally in a so deep and acting way that even people that are not fans of the Great American Songbook must admire his artistry. His best albums have pratically zero filler, the quality consistence in all tracks is WOW! I love The Beatles but none of their albums are so consistently good like Sinatra’s best albums, that I don’t skip a single track. But the Beatles’s biggest quality was their versatility, each of their best albums could easily be by different bands and are very unique. This makes very hard for someone not like at least a good part of their whole spectacular and rich repertoire. But even this quality have a price: it becomes harder love almost all. Frequently people that love Abbey Road hate Peppers. I never find someone that loves at same time Peppers, Revolver, Abbey Road, White Album and Rubber Soul, their most praised albums. Almost everybody don’t like so much one of these albums and call it overrated, generating endless discussions that go nowhere.

    1. No offense taken! I think it is very difficult to objectively evaluate any music, as the source of the emotional impact of music cannot be captured through describing the details of composition or by resorting to music theory. Salieri was technically proficient but Mozart was more capable of emotional impact. With The Beatles, it’s very difficult to work one’s way through all the adulation they have received over the years, and questioning the value of Beatle songs often leads people to question the critic’s sanity. In that vein, I think it’s easier to evaluate Sinatra now that his generation has largely passed into the Great Beyond, and I completely agree with you on his best albums, where he displayed not only technical brilliance in phrasing and rhythm but had an exceptional feel for the heart of a song. You can’t teach that or explain it by objective perception. When I hear solo McCartney or Wings, I hear a shadow of the man who wrote “Eleanor Rigby,” a generally inoffensive sound that leaves me feeling empty. When I hear Lennon’s solo efforts, I hear a man oscillating between extreme narcissism and curious bitterness. “Hey Jude” has a sincerity that “Let It Be” and “Long and Winding Road” lack, in large part because Paul felt genuine empathy for poor Julian but still had his artistic wits about him to be able to access the “negative capability” about which Keats wrote so eloquently. “Hey Jude” was so wonderful it caused him to fall in love with himself at the piano, resulting in the rather pompous and empty “Let It Be” and “Long and Winding Road.” He finally got his piano song mojo back with “Maybe I’m Amazed,” one of his most sincerely emotional songs, also written about a real life experience—his loss of self with the demise of the Beatles and having Linda there to help him through the trauma.

      I very much appreciate your comments and your sincere engagement in music. It’s a wonderful thing!

      1. Matheus Bezerra de Lima

        Well, I never understand why you consider that Let It Be and The Long And Winding Road are empty, but I respect you. About the Beatles’s solo careers, I believe that, without offending you, maybe you are not the most appropriate person to give opinion. When times passes, the solo careers of The Beatles are viewed more positively. I sincerely believe that McCartney’s solo career in special deserves a whole reavaliation by public and critic because of all Beatles he was the one that suffered more criticism by everybody after Beatles split-up. It is already receiving some revaluation. Ram was very criticized by everybody that time, but now the reputation of the album doesn’t stop to grow. The responsible for this are especially new generations of fans and critics. I believe that next generations of mine will also make more revaluations, especially after McCartney’s death. Unhappily, many times only death can really make people really revaluate the person’s work. But Lennon alongside was important to McCartney. Competition can be a fountain that excites creativity. He made an interview one time saying that the lack of Lennon to compete with was making him losing his creativity. McCartney also said that Lennon could extract the best of him and he could extract the best of Lennon.

        One thing in special that made the 60s a so spectacular decade in music was the big competivity between the singers and bands. They all paid much attention to what other artists were making and always were trying to be better. Brian Wilson said that made Pet Sounds after listening Rubber Soul. Brian Wilson said that Rubber Soul blown him away because of two reasons: all songs felt like part of a bigger whole and also the high quality of the songs, Brian Wilson said that simply there were many really great songs in Rubber Soul and after listen the album, he tought: “Yes, I am now challenged to make a really great album”. And he make with Beach Boys Pet Sounds. The Beatles were also blown away by Pet Sounds and Revolver, but principally Sgt. Peppers, were, like Paul McCartney said, their tries to make even greater albums than Pet Sounds.

        About The White Album, all four Beatles were at their peak in this time and The White Album would have been a masterpiece if it was cut to a single album. Below, my ideal White Album and that I changed the order of some tracks and two singles:

        Side A
        1.Back In The U.R.S.S. ( A great opener, really grabs the listener, Paul’s is in great form here in every aspect)
        2.Dear Prudence (Not a spectacular song, but still a very good to great song, to say the least, John Lennon in fine form)
        3.While My Guitar Gently Weeps (The greatest track of the album, simply wonderful, George Harrison at his absolute best and I always loved this track much before know that the guitar solo is by Eric Clapton, I even said to myself one time: “WOW, I never expected George Harrison to play guitar like this!”)
        4.Happiness Is A Warm Gun (This track was hard for me like it because it is so strange, but now I love it, it is definitively a highlight that shows Lennon and The Beatles as a whole in the peak)
        5.Martha My Dear (I know that the track is not really great, but the lyrics are OK and the melody is so pretty that I fall in love with this song just hearing the first few notes, I would say that this song makes the function of Good Day Sunshine, it makes you feel better especially when you awake, and it is much better than Good Day Sunshine making this, this song shows McCartney’s melodic genius)
        6.I’m So Tired (short and great song, I like it more than I Only Sleeping, John Lennon still in great form)

        Side B
        7.Revolution single version (Beatles classic and Lennon at his finest, with the help of the other members that made this song much better when fastened it, this song closes the album perfectly)
        8.Sexy Sadie (I have no great interest in the lyrics here, tough the rebel character may have some appeal, but I love the melody, John Lennon is really inspired)
        9.Blackbird (Paul McCartney’s at his finest showing his genius, the second best track here after While My Guitar Gently Weeps)
        10.Julia (John Lennon at his most confessional and it is beautiful in its simplicity)
        11.Mother Nature’s Son (Great and beautiful song, I don’t know why hasn’t the same fame of Blackbird, I saw some people calling it forgetable, but other people also saying that Blackbird is forgetable, but I don’t care, Mother Nature’s Son is still much praised in many reviews of The White Album)
        12.Hey Jude (From the same session of The White Album, a spectacular song by McCartney and the refrain makes it a perfect end for an album!)

        This new White Album that I made is near to perfect, an album in that all tracks are great. This single White Album could be better than Revolver and would deservedly be called THE Beatles’s masterpiece. John Lennon was the most inspired of the four Beatles in this album. I will say that Honey Pie is a song that begins promising to be great, but falls fast. About the existing White Album, I can listen to the whole disc 1 and enjoy much it, my big problem is with disc 2, you can see that I only picked three tracks of disc 2, tough the Revolution’s version that I picked above is not in disc 2, in its place it is Revolution 1 in reality. Critics and fans praising White Album aren’t necessarily just nostalgic, many new fans consider it great, The White Album is very acclaimed. Please, see these links below to understand better:

        I want also to say that I am sorry of compare She’s Leaving Home with In The Wee Small Hours and Only The Lonely in a commentary that I made somewhere in this site in an agressive answer because of the criticism of She’s Leaving Home, I was angry and feeling outraged, sorry for it. Now without angry, I still see She’s Leaving Home as a at least very good and beautiful song, but far from the same level of Sinara’s best albums and of the best Schubert’s songs (tough like everybody, Schubert has his detractors, even the 9th simphony by Beethoven have detractors calling it overrated, receiving much praise always mean having many haters also and even The Beatles, in popular music, or Beethoven in classical music, are far from not having many haters calling them overrated).

        About Sinatra, I never planed be a fan of his music. I have only 17 years and at first I was happy in having only My Way, New York, New York, and Strangers In The Night. Another thing is that my fathers never listened to internanational music, so I never growed up listening Sinatra, but listening Roberto Carlos and also brazilian singers of the self-called kitschy genre, like Reginaldo Rossi, whose lyrics, melodies and arrangments are the kitchiest possible and he never had shame of it, but embraced completely the kitsch persona and I still listen to him and Roberto Carlos also. But when I begin to listen his albums many times and ultimately become a fan, I now see those three songs among the least representative of why Sinatra was a spectacular singer, especially because don’t have much of his true identity and style as an artist (showed in the 50s albums in Capitol) and also are from a period when Sinatra had passed a long time his peak and his voice had declined much. I understand why some people would call Sinatra overrated and saying that he had just an ordinary voice while the most of the people only really know those big hits and not albums like In The Wee Small Hours, Only The Lonely, Where Are You and Songs For Swingin’ Lovers, that really are Sinatra at his best and true representations of his true musical style and personality as an artist and also show his voice at peak and singing at his very best.

        Time is also being good to Sinatra’s legacy because many people dislike him because of prejudice in their consciouness, prejudice because of all polmeyches in his life, his arrogancy, his mafia contacts, his Rat Pack persona, but while time goes all those things are slowly fading away as older people are diying and in the end people will only know and remember the essential: his music by itself and free of all prejudices that still distorts many people’s opinion even about his best albums. I am glad that not only I have 17 years, I am born and live in Brazil, where his public image, including the worst aspects of it, are really knowed by almost all people, that many times just heard his name but don’t know nothing more about it, he is not part of Brazil’s public conciouness like he is in USA, especially with young people like me, some don’t even know him. So, I always was totally free of all those bad things in his image that could distort my opinion about him. Keep well.

  7. Good and thoughtful review, as usual. Just a comment.

    Rubber Soul is the last Beatles album to heavily resort to out-takes, leftovers, cover versions or imperfections which nodody would notice. A case in point is “Run For Your Life”. Nice melody, but two things that always make me cringe are the out of tune electric guitar during the solo and those misogynistic opening lines. And the fact that Lennon has nicked them from Elvis is no excuse (check out at 1’46”).

    Yes, Lennon quoted those lines apud Elvis, who in turn learned the song here:

    (Yes, out of tune guitars galore, but that’s even welcome in this context, with different – or should I say non-existent? – production values.)



  8. How can you call “Nowhere Man” trite and shallow ? I find it to be one of Lennon’s most personal and moving songs, and the harmonies and George’s lead guitar are both simply gorgeous. With each listening, ‘Rubber Soul’ seems more and more to me like the Beatles’ most unified album. I love ‘Revolver’ almost as much, but the songs seem to have more personal depth on ‘Rubber Soul’.

  9. “Michelle” was stunning at the time. As a musician I was blown away by how tasteful they were getting, you have got to be kidding. Horses for courses.

    1. As a musician I can appreciate the sophistication of the chord structure and the harmonies on an intellectual basis but I find the lyrics trite, the French dreadful and McCartney’s vocal too sweet. Different strokes for different folks.

      1. Matheus Bezerra de Lima

        Michelle is a really beautiful song with simple, but touching lyrics. The arrangement and McCartney’s performance are wonderful. In fact, besides In My Life, this is the best song in Rubber Soul. I don’t understand why people have a tendencie to piss of the most of songs that are hits. I see this happening with everybody, but Beatles’s near god-like status strenghts this error by many people. You hate Let It Be, The Long And Winding Road and Michelle, considering them trite and repetitive, but praises Yesterday and Hey Jude. Honestly I can not understand the difference that makes Hey Jude and Yesterday good and Let It Be, Michelle and The Long And Winding Road bad in your opinion. Lyrics? Why Yesterday’s lyrics aren’t trite and Let It Be not? Music? Why the melody of Let It Be is bad and Hey Jude is good? I can’t see the difference. Frankly, I respect, admire and try to understand objectively what critics say and explain, but seeing your opinions and reviews make me see that it is inutile. Sometimes I think that these critics, imcluding you, try to be impartial and objective, but are far from it. I LOVE all these songs, but if I try your criteries, I will dismiss all them.
        Resuming, I don’t understand you!

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