The Beatles: Change Across the Universe
by Leonard Pitts
It's an odd thing.
Sometimes, when I speak before high school or college students, someone in the audience, knowing I began my professional life as a pop music critic, will ask what I think of music today. I always demur that I don't listen to a lot of it, but that most of what I do hear kind of, well ... bores me. While there are exceptions -- i.e., Adele -- much of it feels corporate, cold, plastic, image-driven, less reflective of talent than tech, more programmed than played.
Of course, the old folks are not supposed to get the young folks' music. That's the whole point of the young folks' music.
But here's the odd part: After I've said all this, as I'm bracing to take my lumps for being antique and out of touch, the young people -- many of them, anyway -- tell me I'm right. They agree with me. That's not supposed to happen and it says something that it does.
What it says is worth pondering as we commemorate a milestone in popular music and culture. It is 50 years since the Beatles
There is a great photo that captures the pandemonium of that era: It shows a hapless
But they were not cinderblocks, they were sandcastles. We all were. The Beatles rode the forefront of a wave that would reshape everything -- music, fashion, culture, politics -- and neither America nor the world would ever be the same.
It is hard to imagine that
It's too bad. That moment of Something New Happening is the birthright of every generation. To hear young people agree with some aging boomer about their music is to feel they have been cheated. Apparently, some of them know it. They're the ones telling me I'm right and listening to Beatles songs on their phones. When I was that age, I'd have put my ears out rather than listen to
Because popular music is about breaking away from the staid normalcy of what came before. But maybe in an era where mom has tattoos and dad has a boyfriend, there's nothing left to break away from. That's pop culture's victory and burden, the unseen thing
They ply their trade in a day when change has a tour jacket and a corporate sponsor. But as that girl passed out in a policeman's arms could tell you: It's just not the same. Fifty years ago, change stepped off a jet at JFK and sent the country into an uproar. We have gained much -- but lost a few things, too -- on the long and winding road since then.