Happy Birthday, Let It Be, released on 8 May 1970.
Happy Birthday, Please Please Me, released on 22 March 1963.
I was going to blather on about The Beatles and how they changed the face/eyes/ears/hair of Western civilisation, about how they altered the Earth’s gravitational pull, and Lennon/McCartney’s eventual bending of the time and space continuum, but you know the story so I won’t.
(You certainly don’t need one more Beatles nut accosting you with information you don’t want to hear.)
Happy Birthday, Rubber Soul, released on 3 December 1965.
Rubber Soul is easily my second-favourite Beatles album. It has such a specific mood (due to those jazz cigarettes that Bob Dylan had introduced the lads to the year before) that I can’t help but love. Apart from a couple of things – George’s guitar being way too loud in “What Goes On,” and John’s murderous tendencies in “Run For Your Life” – that mood’s maintained.
The song that I look most forward to hearing whenever I give Rubber Soul a spin is “You Won’t See Me.” I don’t quite know why, but that’s the one. Before I get to the song, though, I’d personally like to thank Jane Asher, Paul’s girlfriend at the time – I firmly believe that if Paul wasn’t having difficulties with Jane in 1965 then there’s a very strong chance that this song would not have been written. Thank you, Jane, for annoying Paul:
Happy Birthday, Magical Mystery Tour, released on 27 November 1967.
In honour of one of the weirdest (but not in a good way) TV movies ever released, here’s one of the weirdest (but in a very good way) pop songs ever released. This song is still so far ahead of its time:
Happy Birthday, The Beatles (aka “The White Album”), released on 22 November 1968.
In honour of that momentousness, here’s Paul with my favourite comment ever about The White Album:
Here’s an unused track from the Help! sessions, “If You’ve Got Trouble“:
The lads didn’t think the song was up to scratch (gory details here), but I think it’s a great track.
Here’s a video of “Help!” with John flubbing a few lines. Given their incredible workload at the time, and how much pressure they were under, and how they’d just discovered jazz cigarettes (courtesy of Bob Dylan), I’m amazed that John didn’t forget all the words: