Let's play a game of pretend. It is not 2017. It is 1967. June 2. I'm holding in my hands the brand new Beatles album "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band." I can't even slit it open. I'm too busy gawking at the cover: The Beatles in colorful satin outfits, holding brass and wind instruments; flowers spelling out their name on the ground in front of them; all sorts of people posed around them, from Edgar Allan Poe to Sonny Liston, from Marilyn Monroe to Stan Laurel. What's going on here? And [...]
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