Nicholas EamesAs individuals they were each of them fallible, discordant as notes without harmony. But as a band they were something more, something perfect in its own intangible way
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As individuals they were each of them fallible, discordant as notes without harmony. But as a band they were something more, something perfect in its own intangible way. The Beatles were a group of individuals, but as a band they were something more—a thing greater than the sum of their parts. If you examine the greatness of one member, you are left with only an idea. But if you look at the group as a whole, you see deep within it what can only be described as perfection.
Source: Kings Of The Wyld
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