Just like you can’t possibly love the Rolling Stones and the Beatles equally (favor must ebb and flow like the tides), you can’t love John Lennon and Paul McCartney equally. Lines must be drawn, and sides must be taken with no quarter asked nor given. It’s rebel/artsy cool vs. craftsmanship and style, personal torment vs. universal appeal.
You know as much I as respect and admire Lennon’s songwriting and passion, at the end of the day, I’ll always be a Paul.
So let’s hear it, folks: John or Paul? (We’ll save the Keith/Mick for another day)
No, there’s no point to this. I’ve just had the White Album running the background for awhile.