Hey Jude
Call it what you want, a landmark, a shift in focus, something that dragged you into a drug-like dream; nobody who was listening to music in 1968 could have avoided Hey Jude.
For one thing it is complex. Lots of the great songs from the sixties weren’t complicated; they were mostly about love or losing love or getting love back. That doesn’t detract from their beauty. But this song is different.
Somebody, a friend, a dad is talking to a younger person, persuading him to “let it out and let it in,” “don’t carry the world upon your shoulder,” “take a sad song and make it better.” This is only part of the song.
It’s good advice but it’s sung with a kind of growing intensity, which is the great musical part of the song. The voices get slowly louder, louder, louder until they are all screaming…better/better/better/better/ whoa!!!
I listened to Hey Jude on the CD from Paul McCartney’s concert with his new band, and I’m serious…they do just as good as the Beatles. Suddenly I’m thinking I wrote this before. Oh well. When they end that line with the screaming you know these four unknown musicians are so happy, so bursting with joy, that they are singing Hey Jude with Paul McCartney, and who could blame them?
Sometimes music is good for the soul. I know; when I’d be driving to work in the group home I’d have this particular CD turned on, full blast.
lgmwriting 
You must go see McCartney next time he comes around. Truly one of the best live shows ever. On a par with the Stones and U2. He never stops got three hours.
>
LikeLike