Beetles and Burgers

Last night I decided to grab a premium burger at one of those better burger franchises that I've been writing about. As I waited for my double deck sirloin burger with A1 sauce on top, I noticed the burger flippers were flipping to some sort of British rock-band, and loving it. Their ages ranged from forty to probably eighteen. Old customers and new crew were all rocking and in good mood.

"Nice ambience," I thought.

It was a British band, singing a song that I had not heard before. "These guys are good," I said. "There's a style, edge and musicality to the band, with a retro sixties feel thrown in," I thought quietly to myself since I didn't want to sound too analytical and geekish.

And then the next song came on, "Here Comes the Sun."

Of course, I then knew immediately who the band was. But even that song sounded slightly different than I remembered it. The restaurant had been piping in the songs of the Beetles -- all of them -- and the last few had been those that I had either not heard or forgotten about, song after song. I was surprised that there were Beetle's songs that I hadn't heard. I was doubly surprised that it sounded modern. Fresh.

Now in fairness, I am not part of the Beetles generation. I certainly knew about them. Who doesn't? But it was my father who went out and bought the original "Sargent Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band" album.

Who would have thought that after so many years the Beetles would begin to be hip again for teens, parents and grandparents alike? It's a sign of a true classic when something takes root yet again to a new, new generation.

It was a good fast-food meal last night. Bodacious burger. Marvelous music. Fun franchise.