Song I Love: All About Love

by cynthiarendon

If you’ve looked through my blog archive, you’ll know that I have an affection for the “lovey dovey” stuff . . . at least sometimes.

Every once in a while, I come across someone who just doesn’t get The Beatles (yeah, they’re out there), or doesn’t even like them (I know, it’s criminal).

I grew up singing “Misery” and “From Me to You” in the car with my dad (he’s more of an early-Beatles guy) and I still get teary-eyed when I think about the time my mom explained “Yesterday” to me as a little girl. Is it only these really personal and sentimental experiences that explain my affinity to the Fab Four? Not really — they’re just really really good. The mere concept of not getting The Beatles surprises me because they were all about love. They wrote about love; they sang about love; all they needed was love. And who doesn’t like love? Essentially, love songs were their daily bread, their sustenance, what made them The Beatles.

I’m telling you, The Beatles knew their way around a love song. I mean their first big singles were “Love Me Do” and “P.S. I Love You” — they just had it in their blood.

And their love songs only became more beautiful with time.

They became deeper, more relatable. This isn’t to say that their earlier stuff like “I Want to Hold Your Hand”, “All My Loving”, and “Can’t Buy Me Love” didn’t exude all things amorous. It’s just that . . . I guess like most of us, as time went on, they matured personally (and honed their songwriting skills most likely).  And like most of us, found real love later on in their lives, and possibly then knew and understood that of which they were singing.

This is where “In My Life” comes in — a song off Rubber Soul (one of my favorite albums, which I actually have in vintage vinyl form :)), a mid-career Beatles album. A song so breathtaking in its vocals and melody, that if you’re not in love, it simply makes you wish you were.

Though it’s not the funnest thing to think of, it still holds true — your honey, your significant other has probably loved before you. But what more could a person long to hear from their dearest than “of all these friends and lovers/there is no one who compares with you”? Well, I guess I can think of one other thing — “though I know I’ll never lose affection/for people and things that went before . . . In my life, I love you more.”

Just perfect.