Yesterday’s Washington Post had an article on Brian Epstein, the manager of the Beatles. He died of a drug overdose, forty years ago today.
He was thirty-three.
You read a book on the Beatles, and he’s there, in the background. Usually, it’s something salacious about his personal life — Brian was a homosexual in a time when it wasn’t a good idea to be gay — or about his atrocious business sense — he basically gave away merchandising rights, and the Beatles earned very little.
Brian Epstein may not have been a business genius, but he was a marketing genius. He discovered other bands. He had a stable. It wasn’t just the Beatles, and he helped to shape pop music in the 1960s. He shaped the culture.
And all before he was thirty-three.
That puts a lot of life into perspective.
The point of the Post‘s article is that he’s all but forgotten today. For this Beatle-fan, not today. Brian Epstein, you did good.