MARLON BRANDO was on the cover of Sgt. Pepper’s probably because of this one quote from the 1953 film “THE WILD ONE” : “What are you rebelling against, Johnny?”, he answers “Whaddaya got?”
The Beatles: Revolution (live)
Published on Sep 5, 2013
I have dedicated several posts to this series on the Beatles and I don’t know when this series will end because Francis Schaeffer spent a lot of time listening to the Beatles and talking and writing about them and their impact on the culture of the 1960’s. In this series we have looked at several areas in life where the Beatles looked for meaning and hope but also we have examined some of the lives of those writers, artists, poets, painters, scientists, athletes, models, actors, religious leaders, musicians, comedians, and philosophers that were put on the cover of Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album. We have discovered that many of these individuals on the cover have even taken a Kierkegaardian leap into the area of nonreason in order to find meaning for their lives and that is the reason I have included the 27 minute episode THE AGE OF NONREASON by Francis Schaeffer. In that video Schaeffer noted, ” Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band…for a time it became the rallying cry for young people throughout the world. It expressed the essence of their lives, thoughts and their feelings.”
Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band Album really did look at every potential answer to meaning in life and to as many people as the Beatles could imagine had the answers to life’s big questions. One of the persons on the cover did have access to those answers and I am saving that person for last in this series on the Beatles.
How Should We then Live Episode 7 small (Age of Nonreason)
The Beatles in Texas (1964)
The best album ever?
The Beatles documentary || A Long and Winding Road || Episode 5 (This video discusses Stg. Pepper’s creation
In the very fine article, “The Sgt. Pepper’s Album Cover: Faces in the Crowd,” by
The legendary actor’s turn as a rebellious biker in 1953’s The Wild One was a touchstone for ‘50s teenagers like the Beatles, perhaps even more than they consciously knew. The group named itself in honor of Buddy Holly’s Crickets—but in the Beatles Anthology documentary, McCartney recounts seeing The Wild One again several years ago and noticing for the first time that one of the movie’s motorcycle gangs is called “The Beetles.”
QUOTE FROM THE FILM “THE WILD ONE” : “What are you rebelling against, Johnny?”, he answers “Whaddaya got?”
FRANCIS SCHAEFFER asserted, ” Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band…for a time it became the rallying cry for young people throughout the world.”
Why did Francis Schaeffer spend so much time talking about the Beatles? Schaeffer knew the impact they had a such large amount of young people. That is why I have spent so much time talking about them too on my blog. What was the difference in the message given to young people in the 1960’s versus the earlier decades? That question is easy to answer. Yes, many young people did rebel in the 1960’s but some of them have come back to serve the Lord as Ken has in the story told below:
December 25, 1966
by Ken Pullen
Sunday, December 21st, 2014
When I was 13 years old I got three gifts that I recall for Christmas. A thick dark blue sweater, a large package of underwear, and a Bible. The tradition in the Pullen household forty-eight years ago was to open gifts on Christmas Eve. After a special supper. Something we rarely got to eat because of the cost.
Then my parents would drag it out as I, as the oldest, and my two sisters were antsy in anticipation of what gifts we were going to get. They were never extravagant — we weren’t those kind of people. My parents did the best they could. My mother stayed at home and took care of the house and us three children, and my father worked as a mailman.
After supper, after everything had to be cleaned, washed and put away — and there was no automatic dishwasher. I washed the dishes and my sister next in age dried them. Then we all put them away where they belonged. My mother attended to cleaning up the stove and putting away any leftovers.
Then, once enough time had passed according to my parents, we were permitted to begin opening gifts. We’d sort them out, each person handing something to someone else until all the gifts were near the person they were for. My parents would usually instruct us as to which one to save for last, as it was the special one they had picked out for us that particular year. And we always saved the one they said to open last to be the last.
There was no TV blaring. No cell phones to constantly check the illuminated little screens of. Christmas carols played on an old console stereo. 33 and 1/3 rpm round sheets of black vinyl. Tennessee Ernie Ford, LP’S which contained various singing artists, Elvis Presley, Messiah by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Perry Como, Nat King Cole — of course, Andy Williams, and many compilation LP’S consisting of themes and various recording artists.
After we opened our gifts, which usually consisted of between three to five wrapped boxes each year, and we had thanked our parents, and we had cleaned up all the wrapping paper, ribbons, and bows, we would spend some time with what we received while my mother prepared my favorite part of the night, which was to set out a wonderful munchies snack table. A really nice one. Again, with some foods we only got to eat on Christmas Eve. There was always a platter of really fine lunchmeats — when the quality was so much better than it is these days, and that isn’t just nostalgia talking — and all sorts of wonderful savory and sweet things to eat.
We’d gather around the table when my mother announced everything was set — and she always made everything from scratch as far as deserts, or savory hot dishes on the table. No frozen, pre-made, heat ‘n serve, thaw ‘n serve, oh let’s pop it in the microwave gross and disgusting modern-day foods. No. Everything made by hand, in house — scratch made.
It was wonderful.
My father would pray aloud once we were all seated, and we’d calmly and quietly begin to reach and gather and ask for the foods we wanted to eat. It was one night of the year when the family had wonderful conversation around the table and we laughed a lot.
On December 25th, 1966, when I was 13 years old, the last gift I was handed and told to open last was a Bible.
On the presentation page it read: Presented to Kenneth Pullen by Mother and Dad, Date 12-25-66.
It was a compact yet hefty wonderful Bible. Published by Christian Herald Association, The Authorized King James Version — The Holy Bible containing the old and new testaments translated out of the original tongues and with the former translations diligently compared and revised.
It contained sixty-four “Master Art” Illustrations. Wonderful Old World Master prints made from original paintings by some of the worlds most talented artists. Events not usually thought of, preached about, or spoken of in these times — events such as; The Creation of Light, by Martin — Noah Derided by Ham, by Lumi — Ester Entertains Ahasuerus, by Franck — The Cup Found in Benjamin’s Sack, by Bacchiacca — and on and on with a total of sixty-four wonderful master art illustrations.
On the first inside blank page my father wrote;
“What doth the Lord, thy God require of thee, but to fear the Lord thy God, to walk in all His ways, and to love Him, and to serve the Lord thy God with all thy heart and with all thy soul, to keep the commandments of the Lord and His statutes, which I command thee this day for thy good.”
Moses counseling Israel — Deuteronomy 10: 12-13
In 1966 as a thirteen-year old American kid I was spending most of my time listening to The Beatles “Revolver” album which was released in August of that year. And as much modern music as I could ingest.
John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr in 1966
Revolver album cover
I was beginning to rebel. To be totally enamored of and drawn in by modern American culture. And at that time in history culture was literally exploding. I worked part-time babysitting the next door neighbor’s baby, I did that every single weekend as the next door neighbor’s were young — in their early 20’s for the wife, late 20’s for the husband — and a number of days throughout the week I walked to the nearby stables of another neighbor and cleaned horse stalls, re-strawed the stalls, feed the horses — they owned a number of horses themselves and also boarded over 20 horses — and I got paid .50 cents an hour to do this job. Got paid more per hour babysitting.
So I had my own pocket money all the time as a young kid of 13.
No allowance. My parents were truly taken aback and dumbfounded to hear of other kids actually being paid by their parents!
I grew up very strict. My parents became very conservative fundamentalist believers when I was around six years old. We did not have a TV. No Christmas tree — because it was pagan [and it truly is pagan and has absolutely nothing to do with the birth, life, death, teachings, or resurrection of God come to earth in the form of man, Jesus the Lord and Saviour].
But I was rebelling. Big time. The times they were a changin’.
War in Vietnam. Burgeoning of New Age thought and ideas going from the dormant seed stage to taking root and exploding in growth and influence.
Loosening or mores and morals. The sexual revolution was in full bore mode.
Young people were gathering, coming together in a theme, and doing something a lot different than recent young people had participated in. Violence increased. The cry was for peace and there was no peace [and there never will be and anyone who thinks there will be is totally delusional].
The times they were a changin’.
And when I unwrapped that Holy Bible as my last gift, my special gift — I totally forget what I had asked for that I thought I needed so much and wanted more than anything [within reason, we were not like the children of today who give no thought to economy or cost and only what they want no matter what] but when I unwrapped that Holy Bible my heart fell and I was sorely disappointed.
We were already going to church 2 times a week. All day on Sunday’s and all evening long on Wednesday’s. Except for my mother’s immediate family relatives [none of whom belonged to the church my parents did, although my mothers mom did belong to the same church], and the neighbor’s next door, and people from my parents church we didn’t see or visit anyone else. And the people we visited the most were people from my parents church. All the time.
So my heart dropped. I didn’t want a Bible! What was I going to do with a Bible!
And my father was so thrilled he had bought me this Bible, and he made sure he said, “Open the cover and read the first page, what I wrote to you on the first blank page!”
And I did.
Gee, thanks, dad.
I was listening to the sounds of the revolution unfolding each day — The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Who, Jefferson Airplane, Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention, Bob Dylan, and Jimi Hendrix had just released his first single in the UK.
I wasn’t interested in reading a Bible.
I was already sitting through Bible class prior to Sunday morning services, and then we’d go upstairs and have the first Sunday service. Songs would be sung — no rock band. No organ. No piano. The congregation sang. Period. And a minister would get up and preach for at least 30 to 40 minutes, sometimes longer, and then after the minister preached in English more songs would be sung, and then a different minister would get up and preach in either Hungarian, or Serbian, or German.
There were a lot of immigrants and folk’s from the Old World, Europe at my parents church.
For the past few days I had my mind pricked regarding that Bible I received on December 25th, 1966, and what my father had inscribed on the first blank page.
I didn’t know why that Bible was on my mind, but it was. It would come into my thoughts about 2, sometimes 3 times a day.
I had no idea where it was. I knew I still possessed it, but did not know its whereabouts.
I was checking one of the bookshelves late tonight — looking for a food / cookbook one of my instructors from when I was enrolled in culinary school has written. I wanted to make sure of the title and subject, as I am in the process of taking an online cooking course which she just happens to be teaching.
And I looked to the stack of books I knew hers was in, and on top of the stack was a Bible. A Bible of my wife’s, which she never reads [a topic for an entire series of articles, but we will not venture there at this point] and seeing that Bible made me look to my left, where I know other Bibles are on the bookshelf. Bibles I had acquired over the years, long, long ago, but I no longer reference of use them because of their particular translations, which I no longer desire to read and do not believe to be good translations.
And there, there right in the middle of the stack of about 5 Bibles I saw the old, beaten, tattered, covered in places with black electrical tape Bible my mother and father gave me that Christmas Eve 48 years ago.
And I refilled my iced green tea — which I brew myself by the gallon — and I pulled that old Bible from its place and set it on the kitchen counter, and I just opened it up and it opened to 1 Corinthians 9. And I began reading 2 verses I had underlined [for there came a time I no longer viewed that Bible with disdain, and a few years later, like when I was about 21, 22 years old I began to read that Bible and began to underline passages which I believed were important to underline at the time.]
This is what was underlined;
Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain. And every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown; but we an incorruptible.
I therefore so run, not as uncertainly; so fight I, not as one that beateth the air: But I keep under my body and bring it into subjection: lest that by any means, when I have preached to others, I myself should be a castaway.
Apostle Paul writing to the church in Corinth — 1 Corinthians 9: 23-27
And these God-breathed inerrant words struck my heart.
I need, we all need to run the race to win, to obtain the incorruptible crown. But in so doing we must be temperate in all things, as an example. Not in following rules or living as a robot — to be holy because God and Jesus Christ are holy and we are to live and strive to be pleasing and acceptable unto Them, and if we desire to get closer to Them we cannot have any part of the world and its sin, because God our Father and Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour can have no part of sin. Our sin repels Them. Our obedience and love and abiding by their instruction attracts.
And if we do not bring ourselves into subjection, bring our bodies, our hearts, our minds under control and subjection to the ways and instruction of the Lord our God, and we tell others of God? And Jesus? And the way? Yet we do not abide by such and we are not in subjection? Then we are to be cast away. Period. Inerrant word of God.
I also looked through that old Bible I received as my special gift on 12-25-66 and read some of the things I inscribed on the many blank front pages. About 99% of what is inscribed are Bible verses which struck me to the point of rewriting them in the front of this Bible by my own hand.
But there are two things said, or written by men of that time. Christian men at that time. And this is what I inscribed on 2 of those once blank front pages;
“Christians must not let the world defile them. If the world sees us as conforming to its standards and its relativism, it will not listen to what we say. It will have no reason to.”
Francis A. Schaeffer
The gift of that wonderful, now creased and torn and leather cover cracked Bible of 48 years ago is the greatest gift I could receive this night.
I realize I have not been living the word. I have been lax. I have lived in error. I have not been living as I preach. I have not been living as I ought according the to inerrant word of God. There is no excuse and to make any only leads me to more ruin and being cast away! I need, as a great thirst of a man parched, I need the Living Water of the word of God! More and more, and to live it! Not merely read it!
And I must allow the Spirit of God to dominate — DOMINATE — in the rightful role in my heart, in my mind, in my life. So I am not cast away, and I can live as the true salt of the earth, enhancing the true word of God, spreading its true purifying flavor! And that I must be a light unto the world, separate of and from this world, a peculiar person, a true disciple of Yeshua, Jesus the Lord, Messiah, and Saviour, so that those I come in contact with can see the light within me — and thus glorify the Father!
It may have taken a while.
But I finally got here.
Both my parents are dead in the flesh, but thank you mom, and thank you dad. You knew the perfect gift I needed for my life, in order to truly have LIFE! I must now surrender and allow the Spirit of God to work in me to be how the Lord needs to form me, hone me, sharpen me, mold me, cast me, fire me, refine me — so that I am not, and cannot be confused as being of this world. Seeing that I live a life pleasing to God, so that I am not castaway, and so that I win the race and receive the incorruptible crown!
If Ken was 13 in 1966 then he is coming up in the next couple of years on his 64th birthday. He should appreciate this song from the Beatles:
When I’m Sixty-Four- The Beatles
When I’m Sixty-Four
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?
If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?
oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oooo
You’ll be older too, (ah ah ah ah ah)
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
[ Find more Lyrics at http://www.mp3lyrics.org/aK ]
Sunday mornings go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?
Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it’s not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck, and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away.
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?
At the height of the Beatles’ youth and fame, an artist imagined what the Fab Four would look like “When [They’re] Sixty-Four.” Unfortunately only two of them made it to age 64, as George Harrison and John Lennon died at the ages of 58 and 40, respectively.
The artist got it right, kind of. George Harrison looks like a conquistador and Paul McCartney is more trim in real life. John Lennon resembles a circus ringmaster while Ringo’s facial hair looks less than desirable. Poor Ringo, he’s had more than oneunfortunate moustache moment but he’s never attempted the absolute disaster that is known as the soul patch.
What do you think?
H/T to Retronaut for the image.