Another White Album-style scenario, with the songwriters in the band working alone in separate studios, enlisting each other to serve as a de facto backup band, was bound to fail. Paul McCartney, the most devoted of the gang to the notion of the Beatles (Ringo Starr called him the "Beatleaholic"), thought that the group needed a special project to bring it together. All were either married or close to it, closing in on 30, and tremendously weary of all they'd been through. The power vacuum left by the death of manager Brian Epstein a year and a half earlier had never been satisfactorily filled Apple Corps, the multi-media company started by the band a year earlier, was bleeding money and toughest of all, the once-Fab Four didn't generally enjoy being in the same room together.
Nothing about being in the band was enjoyable or easy.
As the decade's final year began, the White Album was still riding high on the charts and the Yellow Submarine soundtrack was days away from release.
The symmetry was perfect: youthful energy, optimism, and camaraderie had given over to cynicism, discord, and looking out for number one. As the 1960s wound down, so did the Beatles.
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