Over the years, your Beatles keep changing, because you keep changing. You grow up, you fall in in love, you lose love, you work, you fail, you parent, you suffer, you can’t go on, you go on, etc. By the time you’re an adult, you are no longer mystified by the paper bag on Paul’s knee (just an airsick bag) or “heavy metal duck” (that’s actually “Edmund, Earl of Gloucester”). But love? That’s something you keep wrestling with—even if you’re alone in your room, and the only people to discuss it with are the Beatles. The Beatles got a lot of things wrong. But they didn’t lie about girls.
