Sometimes I suspect that the Beatles weren’t real, because, how could they be? Their story is stranger than fiction. Who could have written the story of four lads from an obscure port town who came together and took over the world in the most peaceful way possible? It’s so farfetched – if you were writing that your editor would tell you to tone it down and make it more realistic. What really makes everything fishy is how it’s like somebody wrote them as embodiments of four basic personality types – The Thoughtful One, The Troubled One, The Goofy One, The Romantic. Other people in other bands had personalities too, but no one else fell into such well defined personas. It wasn’t just some thing Brian Epstein thought up to make them more appealing. Those were really their personalities, and when they broke up they found themselves reverting to type more and more without the others to balance them out. John was shouty and mad, Paul couldn’t stop singing about his dog, Ringo was inconsequential and drunk. I’d say that George had the most consistent solo output, because he wasn’t as inclined as the others towards being ridiculous. You can’t say that John and Paul didn’t frequently make fools of themselves, but George never did. That’s why I like him so much. He was decent and not crazy and he wrote some of their best songs, like this one, which is one of their most inspiring.