
When John Lennon released his solo album Plastic Ono Band in 1970, he concluded the record with a tune called “God.” The song laments everything he no longer believed in, including “Beatles,” which he stutters out at the end of a long list of disenchantments. “The dream is over,” sings Lennon, and while that may have been true for him at the time, months after the break-up of his band, it wasn’t the case for the millions of fans who adored The Beatles and believed in them. The current crop of believers can be easily found on YouTube as they compile so-called Beatles albums from the Lennon, McCartney-Harrison-Starr solo years in the early seventies. The notion isn’t without merit, as many of the songs on the early solo records were being written in the final months of the band’s career. One such compiler, in a nod to the red and blue Beatles compilations issued by Apple in 1975, has created his own “orange” and “green” albums. Another fan by the name of Marc Bridson has created The Beatles fantasy albums featuring the Fab Four’s solo tracks, collected in an effort to preserve the band in ways they never expected. Strangely, it works . . . but only for dreamers.
Fifty years after the release of Sgt. Pepper and another forty-plus years after the break-up of the world’s most popular rock band, Rob Sheffield’s timing couldn’t be better. In his recently released memoir, Dreaming The Beatles: The Love Story of One Band and the Whole World (Dey St.), Sheffield turns the story of the Beatles on its cultural head. Rather than write another chronological history of the band, leaving that task to scholars such as Mark Lewisohn, Sheffield tells the story of the group from his unique perspective. He literally begins at the end when Paul McCartney says, “Thanks, Mo” at the conclusion of “Get Back” on Let It Be. For Sheffield it’s a great place to start because it captures a “quintessential Beatle moment” when the band calls it a day and the fans get to enjoy the meaning of their musical and cultural impact. Looking back as a fan, Sheffield says, “The Beatles’ second career has lasted several times longer than the first one . . . The world keeps dreaming the Beatles, long after the Beatles themselves figured the dream was over.” Clearly, timing is everything.

This is a book written by a fan for the fans, but what makes Sheffield’s memoir so enjoyable to read is his critical attitude laced with a clever sense of humour. Sure, he loves The Beatles and he doesn’t hold back in the 300-plus pages, but he’s not about to soak his story with sentimentality and over-the-top worship. Dreaming The Beatles is a conversation about a band, its music, its personalities and its character without any musty academic evaluation. For Sheffield it’s like sitting on the back porch and having a good yak about your favourite rock band. And yet the book is loaded with facts and Sheffield’s assessments that surprised me. Consider the shoot for Richard Lester’s How I Won The War, when John Lennon spent two months on a set in Spain without his bandmates. It was during this isolation after a long and grueling tour that Lennon, according to Sheffield, “was driven to pick up the guitar and look inside himself.” Lennon wrote “Strawberry Fields Forever,” which was about his “difficult childhood.” Says Sheffield of the famous track released in 1967, it’s “an unusually open song for him . . . it’s hard to imagine he could have written it with the others around.” As Sheffield explains, Lennon was so deeply connected with the Beatles that “he felt lost in Spain without them.” He adds, “As far as he was concerned, hanging around the set confirmed he couldn’t relate to people outside the band.” I know a lot about the group (my entry point was A Hard Day’s Night, thanks to my older brother) and its history but it never occurred to me, as it clearly occurs to Sheffield, that Lennon’s attachment to The Beatles was as important as oxygen to him and that he had to deal with it when he was separated from them. Consider this insight: “The time spent alone in Spain forced him to confront feelings he usually kept at bay, and the song that spilled out was so strong, not even he could make light of it or treat it as a joke.” Sheffield’s book is full of these remarkable observations.
Sheffield’s writing style is a mix of wisdom and wit. He pokes fun at the songs we love to hate such as “All Too Much” and he considers which album should be considered The Beatles’ last, Abbey Road or Let It Be. (He makes a solid case for both.) He also asks the biggest question of all, in assessing the famous story of the band’s dentist slipping LSD into their coffee after an evening meal in 1965. He quips, “Do you have dinner with your dentist?” I also loved his great chapter on Starr called “The Importance of Being Ringo” and his insightful commentary on “Something” versus “My Love,” which he describes as the “whole George/Paul dynamic in a nutshell.” Discussions like these are not only refreshing to read but they actually enhance our experience with the music. While I grew tired of Sheffield’s steady diet of quoting song lyrics to make a point, Dreaming The Beatles: The Love Story of One Band and the Whole World is a marvelous examination of why the Beatles are still a “thing.” I highly recommend it.
– John Corcelli is a music critic, broadcast/producer, and musician. John is also the author of Frank Zappa FAQ: All That’s Left To Know About The Father of Invention (Backbeat Books).
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