The comedy is over.

7 July, 2015
Rat Fink

The Wizard of Oz was a shyster behind a curtain. There was no one by the name of Jack Dawson on the Titanic. Milli Vanilli were complete fakes. And post-1968, the Beatles were not friends. Indeed, Yoko Ono’s presence may have exacerbated the situation, but resentment, disappointment, retaliation and betrayal — mostly in the name of money — were what really slammed down the lid on the most game-changing act in popular music history.

Reading You Never Give Me Your Money was work. Sometimes, books are like that. I didn’t enjoy a single page, but I can tell you that the scales have fallen off (as they eventually must, when dealing with humans with big expectations, egos and fortunes), and if the depressing Let it Be documentary didn’t clue people in about what was really happening, they weren’t really willing to see the truth.

wasn’t willing to see the truth. But there it is, in Peter Doggett’s painstakingly researched account of the ultimate demise of the Fabs. While some of it was rehash for me, there were some interesting revelations:

  • I had no idea how many times the Beatles almost got back together to record after 1970. Three? Four? I can’t recall now. But it very nearly happened, on several occasions. However, all attempts were thwarted by seemingly silly reasons: John didn’t feel up to traveling, Paul was spooked by unresolved legal battles between the four of them, George just plain didn’t show up. It was always their fault, as opposed to conflicts with the legal machine or performance schedules.
  • While I knew he was a shrewd businessman with heavy-duty connections, McCartney — ever immortalized as the cutest, most carefree moptop of the bunch — was darkly, irreversibly and treacherously selfish and calculating. Less surprising was the observation that he could never quite measure up to John’s expectations or win his love and approval, which translated into an open wound after Lennon’s death that could never be healed.
  • I was unaware of the longstanding lawsuit Apple Records filed against Apple Computers, in which they forced the fledgling tech company to promise it would never enter into the field of digital music. Yeah…
  • Wings (Paul’s post-Beatles band) was a disaster, with firings and walkouts and big-name stars calling McCartney a ruthless tyrant.

It’s no secret that the Beatles feuded with one another after their breakup. But this book reveals, in heartbreaking detail, the cracks in the individual armor of the Beatles as individual parts, which makes the demise of the whole much easier to understand, if not much more tragic.

Doggett is hardest on McCartney, although he pulls no punches on any of the four. Paul’s need for absolute control, John’s cruelty and neglectfulness, George’s infuriating, snobby stubbornness and Ringo’s descent into heroin and alcohol oblivion are spared no scrutiny. How they all made individual albums during this time is beyond me, although I can’t say that I’ve ever been truly impressed with any of their solo work. Would you put Band on the Run or Walls and Bridges on the same plane as Rubber Soul or Revolver? Hardly. That none of them produced nearly as compelling work individually as they did as a group is neither news nor debatable, in my mind.

When I started this book last month, I knew there’d be no fairy tale ending. After finishing, I think it’s a book I need to recover from; to process. There’s no shortage of sadness. To quote a favorite line from Immortal Beloved: “It is the sharpest blades that are most easily blunted, bent or broken.” Without making an inappropriate comparison with the great Beethoven, I think it can be said that these four fragile people were among the sharpest cultural blades of their time, and defined a new era in popular music. It’s especially tragic that they were eventually consumed by greed and corporate intrigue — the very things that appalled them most as they fought in the early days to establish their place in music history.

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Mavis
Mavis
7 July, 2015 10:20 am

Wow. I never knew (or even suspected) this. I know that some where it says, “Money is the root of all evil.” I don’t believe it’s the root of ALL evil, but I sure believe it ranks in the top 5. I say that because most of us have witnessed it time and again throughout our lives. Such a tremendous shame. Thanks for the informative (albeit depressing) post, Bird.

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Greg
Greg
7 July, 2015 12:13 pm

Actually there was a person aboard the Titanic named John Dawson but unlike the film version, John Dawson was a stoker. His body was recovered and buried in a cemetery in Halifax. Side note: when the film version was being developed, the production team visited the cemetery and selected Mr. Dawson’s name (at least the surname) for the lead character.

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Suzanne
Suzanne
7 July, 2015 12:21 pm

It’s so sad when your hero(es) turn out to be not so. I felt the same way about Lance Armstrong. While he was and is a brilliant athlete (I love to watch him ride even to this day) his ego and greed took over. He was bossy and arrogant and sadly it caught up with him. I “knew” that he was doping but hoped with all my heart he wasn’t.

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David
David
10 July, 2015 3:58 pm

They were such diverse personalities that I actually thought the money would keep them together. I guess ultimately money like power corrupts…sad.

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