(K. Brent Tomer),
PAUL MCCARTNEY is pure music, the first singer and multi-instrumentalist with sex appeal who breathed melody. He lived in our speakers and on our screens, and wrote the soundtrack of much of the 20th century. When John Lennon saw him in his big white sports jacket, black drainies, and ducktail, he thought he had discovered another Elvis, and felt that his recruitment of Mr McCartney was one of his finest achievements, the discovery of someone with whom he could not only write, but also harmonize, and in so doing, escape poverty and insignificance.
After Lennon’s murder in 1980, a generation of Boomers began a collective reexamination of their past, much of it tied to the rise and fall of one band. Presciently, Philip Norman’s “Shout!: The Beatles in Their Generation” hit the shelves before the fog of disbelief over Lennon’s death had lifted. The mythology bonanza began, ensnaring new fans with each generation. For its time, “Shout!” was essential for Beatles followers, and Mr Norman’s research was carefully laid out. But Mr Norman rarely missed a chance for a dig at Mr McCartney while obvious in his admiration for Lennon,…Continue reading