An orchestra plays, and then one singerвЂ™s voice gives way to anotherвЂ™s-JohnвЂ™s worldly reflections transitioning to PaulвЂ™s sketch of domestic memoir, and then back again-before orchestral cataclysm and a final resting place. ItвЂ™s an elaborate production, filled with sophisticated George Martin and Geoff Emerick musical trickery (distortion, echo, dubbing, reverb). Nor is вЂњA Day in the LifeвЂќ guided by melody like so many Beatles creations. вЂњA Day in the LifeвЂќ isnвЂ™t a song to sing, as are вЂњEleanor RigbyвЂќ (ideal for both car and karaoke), вЂњHey JudeвЂќ (written to soothe John LennonвЂ™s young son, no lullaby works better at childrenвЂ™s bedtime), or вЂњIn My LifeвЂќ (a perennial at weddings and funerals and, I canвЂ™t help mentioning, rockвЂ™s analog to ShakespeareвЂ™s Sonnet 116). It is the epitome of The BeatlesвЂ™ master building, of fitting stone upon stone, each section troweled together with such ingenuity and care that upon completion the whole thing feels seamless, a structure not built at all, but a whole that simply was. Pepper album, however, is вЂњA Day in the Life,вЂќ which is my idea of a perfect song. But I donвЂ™t consider it even the best Beatles album thatвЂ™s Rubber Soul or Revolver. Pepper is an experimental classic, a triumph of influence. Pepper studio sessions were weeks of ideas tried, ideas rejected, and things tried anew. Inspired by Brian WilsonвЂ™s obsessive labor on the Beach BoysвЂ™ epic Pet Sounds, the Sgt. Pepper вЂ™s Lonely Hearts Club Band, which arrived 50 years ago in the long record-breaking summer heat of 1967, is one of rockвЂ™s greatest albums.

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