As a child growing up in the ’70s and ’80s, I had a strong aversion to the Beatles. While my parents and various adults engaged in the perennial debate over which band was superior—the wholesome Beatles or the rebellious Rolling Stones—I found myself disinterested in both. To me, their music felt distant, a relic from the “Land of the Olds.” Whenever I was in the carpool, the soundtrack often leaned toward the Stones, with “Sympathy for the Devil” playing in the background. On the other hand, if my friend’s mother was driving, we would be subjected to an endless loop of “I Want to Hold Your Hand.”
The core issue I faced with both bands was the generational gap. Their music was tied to my parents’ youth and nostalgic moments, something I couldn’t connect with. The Beatles’ lyrics seemed straightforward, yet I found them simplistic, while the Stones’ enigmatic lyrics left me puzzled. My musical world revolved around artists like Tears for Fears and Madonna, which resonated more with my experiences.
During my college years, discussions about the Beatles vs. Stones often left me feeling inadequate, as if I lacked the ability to appreciate what others deemed “great” music. I felt like a cultural outsider, akin to someone who enjoys popular TV shows but has never read classic literature.
This changed when a boyfriend gifted me a CD of Abbey Road during a road trip. Listening to it in the context of our journey allowed me to experience the Beatles in a new light. Suddenly, songs like “Here Comes the Sun” transformed from nursery rhymes into anthems that spoke to my current life. I began to associate their melodies with personal memories, finding joy in the lyrics that previously felt irrelevant.
Years later, while living near Villefranche-sur-Mer, the stunning French Riviera town where the Stones recorded Exile on Main Street, I finally grasped the allure of Mick Jagger and Keith Richards. It was through my own experiences that I could appreciate both bands, recognizing them not as rivals but as distinct artists offering different perspectives on music.
As I matured, I realized that the perceived rivalry between the Beatles and the Stones was a false dichotomy. I no longer felt pressured to choose sides; instead, I embraced the unique contributions of each band. Interestingly, I discovered that I had a deeper affinity for Bob Dylan, whose poetic style resonated with me even more.
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In summary, my initial disdain for the Beatles and the Stones transformed into a nuanced appreciation as I created my own experiences tied to their music. Recognizing the importance of context and personal memories allowed me to enjoy both bands without feeling the need to align with a particular camp.