B3ATLE M4N1A (a subset of Obamania)

The Beatles are back! And better than ever! How do we know? Media saturation!
Between Rock Band, Across the Universe, Love and the Re-Masters they're everywhere! AGAIN! Magazines, Game Stops, Best Buys, Blockbusters, the Interwebs. (I can't wait to get my Ringo Starr spoon in my Frosted Flakes box!)

I'm happy as hell to actually hear and see ads for some GOOD music for a change, but should this near mid-twenties optimist approaching his jaded late 20s see this as a sign of our cultures embrace of honestly good music in acceptance of a time of new thought and rEVOLution for the betterment of the social construct and enlightening the ape-beings to the point of calling down the mother-ship to take us chronally inhibited three dimensional beings into a new understanding of the forth that we only perceive instantaneously? Or is it in fact a sign of the Great Structuralist's ability to sanitize, vanillize, venalize and excritize the works of societies visionary forefathers into a Macodity with little or no value beyond its purchase, import and consumption.

Where is this energy coming from and what is its purpose?

It feels positive, it's infectious, it comes with some of the best music ever recorded, but is it just one more campaign of apathy and pretty color stimulation designed sublimate our brains within our skulls? Is the day when we plug our brains into videodromes full of pretty colors and sounds far away? Has the machine given up and truly decided to go back to basics and kick-start a new generation of bands based upon the tried and true fab four?

Maybe I'm once again reading and putting too much into this but they are the Featals. Their music is indelibly embedded into the subconscious of the upcoming generation. What will happen if their music is ingested by the populous like the Spice Girls or the Jonas Brothers? They inadvertently created this world and hopefully their music is powerful enough to act as a counter-wave to set things right.

Meh, either way, I'm enjoying the hell out of listening to Rubber Soul on my iPod.

HUMS NORWEGIAN WOOD WHILE HE EXITS STAGE RIGHT.