The legendary story of how this bit of music was recorded. I shan’t tell you it. To do so would insult your intelligence. Because I’m sure you know all about the orchestra, all stodgy and dignified, and the party costumes the hosts provided them, and the queer instructions, and the marvelous results. As, also I’m sure you know all the deep theories as to what the words mean. Who blew his mind out in a car? Tara Browne. This is stuff children learn in grade school. It’s in there right beside George Washington and his cherry tree. Not knowing Beatles lore is a dramatic offense. I once dumped a nice boy for not knowing who Ringo Starr is. What kind of person grows to adulthood not knowing the four Beatles?