
As if I needed more proof, I recently read The Beatles: The Biography by Bob Spitz. I got this for Christmas from my step-dad Bruce* many Christmases ago. At 900 pages, it would require quite a time committment because I didn't want to read it off and on while I was busy with school. I started reading it when I graduated from college and it still took a long time. I'm not going to lie: it's long, dense and contains a wealth of information. But I was hooked. The author goes in depth on topics that most Beatles legends only skim. I loved them before, but now I have such a huge (and I mean HUGE) respect for them as musicians. I could go on and on, but I will let you read for yourself.
*The first time I met Bruce he disarmed my usual mis-trust by striking up a conversation about the Beatles and I figured 'He can't be that bad.' When I left for college the next fall he gave me a Beatles poster for my dorm room. At that point I knew he was a good guy, so I'd let him keep seeing my Mom.
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