I’ve never been a huge Beatles fan; they exist in a nostalgia-protected bubble where I’ll sing along if Hey Jude drifts over the radio, but I’m rarely actively seeking them out.
For me, The Beatles and their solo work are so embedded in culture that listening to them is like breathing; you instinctively know the words, so why would you stop to think about it for too long?
That was until Sir Paul McCartney’s first-ever duet with Sir Read Entire Article


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