There are pixils I remember...

Since the age of six, I've been enamored with the Beatles. In the course of even the most disparate conversation, I manage to include a reference to the Fabs. Imagine my delight when, last weekend, I joined a coworker to play Beatles Rock Band. The graphics are amazing to the point of distraction, at times exploding into psychadelic bursts and I kept fumbling John's chords.

Then, I testing my larynx limits by singing Revolution, quite good until the screams near the end. Fact: apparently Harrison never liked the distorted sound on John's guitar, which is why they recorded two versions for the White Album.

I will say this: I have a new appreciation for Ringo's technical skills. The drums were the hardest instrument in the bunch. The kickdrum and snares were sensitive, and required striking the pad just before the beat. The sound was satisfying, especially the symbal crashes. Rythyms I thought I knew proved more complicated than I realized.

I want, I want, I want, I want.