Say NO to Tomorrow Never Knows

Tomorrow Never Knows, the new iTunes exclusive Beatles compilation is subtitled: File Under: ROCK. It should have been subtitled: File Under: RIP-OFF.

I’m a huge Beatles fan. I own all 12 studio albums.  I own Yellow Submarine. Past Masters (Volumes 1 and 2). Let It Be … Naked. 1. I even own George and Giles Martin’s remixed, Cirque du Soleil soundtrack, Love. But I’m drawing the fucking line at Tomorrow Never Knows.

Why? Because, for one, it’s another shameless attempt by EMI to squeeze even more money from diehards like me. And two, because the tracklist seems to have been put together by an utter idiot! 

I mean, look at this:

Revolution
Paperback Writer
And Your Bird Can Sing
Helter Skelter
Savoy Truffle
I'm Down
I've Got A Feeling (Let It Be … Naked version)
Back In The USSR
You Can't Do That
It's All Too Much
She Said, She Said
Hey Bulldog
Tomorrow Never Knows
The End (Anthology 3 version)

Great songs all of them, yes. One problem. If Tomorrow Never Knows is supposed to be the definitive Beatles “rock” record, where the fuck is Yer Blues? Where’s I Want You (She’s So Heavy)? One After 909? Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Club Band? Taxman? Drive My Car? In fact, where the hell is Come Together?

My five-year-old could have put together a better tracklist. And he sure as hell would not have left out Come Together.

I’ve said it before but allow me to say it again: music isn’t in the state it’s in because of the internet; it’s in the state it is because the people in charge don’t know what the hell they’re doing. 

I don’t begrudge record labels wanting to make money. Music, the way they see it, is business, after all. But when you’re hoping to stiff the same people who put money in your pocket in the first place (that’s us Beatlemaniacs) you’re begging to be burned at the stake. 

Pssst. Let you in on a secret. I’m already stocking up on kerosene.