I Like the Beatles

I finally figured it out today why I do not listen to the Beatles as much as logic would dictate. Since they are easily my favorite band of all time, one would assume that I would listen to them far more than any other music I possess. However, this is not true. This phenomenon was first noted by the one and only Nathan Fowler following our freshman year of college. As the year was nearing it's end, Nathan commented that he thought "we'd hear a lot more Beatles and Beastie Boys this year." The Beastie Boys comment stemmed from my adoration for their 1999 masterpiece Hello Nasty that had been present since our sophomore year of high school. But the Beatles comment was more surprising to me. He was totally right. By admitting (for lack of a better word) that they were my favorite band, anyone could logically think that I would listen to them quite often but I didn't to the point where others noticed. Furthermore, I had no reason why I hadn't listened to the most influential band in the history of music. A mere three years later and I arrived at the reason.
As I was driving home from a terrific day of summer school, I arrived at the stop light by Barnes & Noble (no S!)* I was listening to "I've Got a Feeling" from Let It Be... Naked, and considered switching over to Wolf Parade's EP. However, I found myself paralyzed when it came to the ability to turn off one of my favorite songs by my favorite band. At that very instant I realized why I do not listen to the Beatles as often as one would assume. Much like the Pringles jingle -- once I start, I cannot stop. The Beatles music just will not let me turn it off easily, and this is why I don't listen to them non-stop. If I did, then I would probably completely ignore the majority of my library out of ignorance. Hence, less Beatles = more musical variety. And as everyone knows, variety is the spice of life, though Tabasco sauce is also quite tasty.

*Unbeknownst to me, at this very moment my boo was traveling behind me. I have no idea how this happened, as she had driven away from school before I had. Nonetheless, the Beatles/Wolf Parade/boo triumvirate was revisited no more than 90 minutes later when I discovered that Wolf Parade would be opening for the Arcade Fire at the September 28th show that her and I will attend together (possibly with the second most rock-n-roll couple that I know). It's strange how coincidences such as choosing the Beatles over Wolf Parade had made me completely oblivious to the surrounding traffic; traffic which contained someone who I would be attending a concert with of the band that I had just chosen over. It's kind of like that scene at the end of Ocean's Eleven where you realize that it was Brad Pitt on the phone perpetrating the heist.