This is the song that probably finished the Beatles for good. They had been perfectly nice boys before that "Rubber Soul" album, always good for a fun dance and a rousing Ed Sullivan performance, big smiles, dashing suits, impish but impeccable behavior.
Then they had to go and record an album so... unusual. Yes, it's true, most of the songs were still just good, old rollicking Beatles tunes.
But there was one, that one, that... unusual one. With the unusual instrument. And the strange little waltz beat - but it this was no waltz to dance to! And the strange little melodies, and that little chorus, with those odd harmonies.
They had been writing all these delightful regular songs... then our boys from Liverpool had to go write something like that and set such a spotty new example. And of course, it was just the begging of writing music that was even more disappointing. What a shame. I miss those old Beatle lads.
Signed, Father McKenzie.