Wonder if they had to pay something when he whistled a bit of IWTHYH in that episode.

But it makes no sense for Megan, who a few months earlier who singing French show tunes and has an innately old-fashioned outlook in tastes. There were plenty of people in their mid-twenties in the mid-sixties who thought the Beatles new direction was druggy and unappealing. Would she have really have changed so much…

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Oh, yes, the prim little tastemakers with nothing of their own to contribute to the board. You've been around a long time ("Get him, girls! hisssssss…..")

You guys are willing to defend the most limited, unlikeabe actresses in the name of feminism. Sad.

It looks like they're practically turning it into a two-person show, Peggy and Don going at it during the Cool-Whip demonstration like a piece of theater. The rest of the cast would probably complain if she was handed even more of the season.

Jesus, WeirdMagneticRay, I think that's the problem. Ear candy. Empty, weightless pop, with all the edges burnished off (at least until Lennon became a cranky heroin addict on the last albums). 

Yes, Todd, it probably was the first time the Beatles were played on a tv show (I recently noticed the digital jukeboxes in bars now have the entire catalogue available-probably no coincidence- but who wants to put on that shrill, sterile shit when you're trying to unwind anyway? One of the greatest songs? Uhh…).

Please don't put those words together again.

Huh? Even hearing Within Without You on the Harrison documentary reminds one of the skip-track button.

The song just clashed so badly with the quiet dread and suspense that Hamm has built with Draper, it makes one fear how much pandering to pop audiences will destroy the show's delicate balance.

Oh, yes, Joan was so helpful and generous this episode.

Kind of felt like 'cliched montage time' the way they had her do it, though (Groovy Beatles track playing, the kids are smokin' a doobie, the old squares just don't get it….)

Can't be. There's that famous mid-century New Yorker cartoon of the skier perplexed by the two tracks looping around the tree.

George Martin was actually right. A third of the songs would have made a very good single album. So much half-assed, self-indulgent sludge on that album.

That burst of Barry Manilow horns? About sums up the band's direction at the time…

Be even funnier to see Don in a year hear Lovely Rita and toss the disc right off the balcony.

But it feels like she's just giving into her father's 'follow your dreams' guilt-trip from last episode, and can anyone picture that sullen fuck actually enjoying one of her performances if she actually makes it?

The elevator shaft feels like a portent of that silouhette falling in the credits. Don loses Megan, fucks Joan, storms off to the elevator…geronimo!

And Don, half-drunk, not even caring if someone was playing a prank on him and hanging up…

Everything related to Pete felt throwaway tonight
(the frustrated playboy, done already three episodes ago).