A minor emulous craze for singing Beatles songs in English class has overtaken the teachers at École Rex, who generally stay out of language lesson planning. One teacher – who, notably, is possessed of both a singing voice and guitar – taught his class “Hello Goodbye” a month ago, and in the last couple weeks I – who possess neither – have been asked to teach that song to one class, and “Yellow Submarine” to another. Despite my initial scepticism, the experience has been delightful; among its singular pleasures has been observing my students’ reactions to latter song’s lyrics (“they sailed to the sun? the sea is green? le pays des sous-marins?) and listening to a chorus of nine year-olds singing the “oh no’s” of the former.
Being eager to further discharge my responsibility for cultural education, I also showed all three classes videos of the Beatles performing these songs, in a clip from the eponymous film for “Yellow Submarine”, and in an appearance on the Ed Sullivan show for “Hello Goodbye.” The small French children watched gravely, clapped dutifully, and then consigned the sexual obsessions of the 1960s to the poubelle of history by remarking wonderingly, “mais, ils sont moches, les Beatles, n’est-ce pas?”
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