The Beatles gene

I shipped an electric guitar to my daughter arriving today, the 55th Anniversary of the British Invasion ( the Beatles arriving to America).

Remarkable and enduring. Malcom Gladwell already studied them (10,000 hours of practice). We grew up with them. And here they are still, the surviving ones. Each one was and is a star in his own right. But together, the bunch is unbeatable.

If you are good enough to be assassinated (by an unknown-now-known Mark Chapman), you are good. What makes those 4 the one-and-only? Product of the times? Good genes and good looks? Post-war outliers?

There isn’t one word that can sum up the Beatles.

When John Lennon died, a sign says ” the day the music dies”.

Everyone likes a success story. It smells sweet. But countless hours of rehearsing and rehashing ” we will surely be learning”, ” take a sad song, and make it better” were no play time. The Japanese government feared their influence. They ended up not be allowed to deplane in Tokyo. Watch “Concert from the rooftop”.

It’s Winter time. And the sound of an electric guitar sounds good to me.

When the UPS delivery arrives and my daughter’s guitar gets plugged in, I hope it sounds nearly like it. My daughter got the Beatles gene.

“Nobody ever loves me like she does”…..

This author once delivered that line in front of an inter-high-school audience at the age of 12, only til the end of the song, to see the feared principle bounce out of his honorable front-row seat. That’s the impact of the Beatles. The Invasion. A model for collaboration, for continuous improvement and for synergy which is greater than the sum of its parts.

That’s why ” I want to hold your hand”…