63–68 Beatle Fire

Christopher McHale
2 min readFeb 10, 2024

60 years.

It wasn’t really the appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show we’re celebrating.

It was a willingness to follow their heart, their energy, their vibe, to keep their eyes front and their heads down and let their muse, their soul, whatever you want to call it, lead them on their journey.

This picture was in 1963. That picture was in 1968. How can that be?

In the next 5 years (60 months), they produced Please, Please Me, With the Beatles, , Hard Days Night, Beatles For Sale, Help!, Rubber Soul, Revolver, Sgt. Pepper’s, the White Album.

A stunning creativity rocket ride from ‘She Loves You (Yeah Yeah Yeah)’ to ‘While My Guitar Gently Weeps.’

Sure — speed, pot, acid, heroin.

But something else.

Confidence, arrogance, support, competition. A yearning, seeking, desire, mad need to innovate, invent, destroy, rattle, rock, roll.

Creativity unleashed. A beast. The Muse grew, transformed and CONSUMED them.

The echoes lingered after the White Album, but crispy critters were now in the room at Abbey Road. Sheer exhaustion.

Talent, too. McCartney could never help himself. Creativity poured out of him. Still does. But as a band, that ethereal gathering of kindred souls…



Christopher McHale

Writer | Composer | Producer | Human | Christopher writes about creativity, culture, technology, music, writing. www.christophermchale.com