I was a teenage Beatle-maniac, minus the screaming and fainting. I don't know what it was about the Beatles that did it for me, I just couldn't get enough of them. I came about in 1966. I was just a baby, and The Beatles already played their last live concert. Well I wouldn't want to go to a concert and only be able to hear screaming girls. If I could've gone to a Beatle concert, I would hope I wouldn't be one of those screaming girls, maybe I would be a fainter. But I will never know.
My friends just didn't get my fascination, they thought I was stuck in the wrong era. My very first album was Magical Mystery Tour. I wore it out. If the radio was on, during the day, I would keep a count in my head of how many Beatle songs I heard each day. I don't do that anymore, but I do still count John, Paul, George, & Ringo instead of 1,2,3,4 when I am measuring cooking /baking ingredients. Crazy huh? My half of the bedroom walls were covered in Beatle posters, while my younger sister had her side covered in New Kids on the Block.
My favorite Beatle is John, not because he was the first we lost. I really connect with him, his style of music, his personality. Maybe it's coincidence that I married a man named John (though I would have loved him no matter what his name was), my name is Julie but some people call me Julia, my youngest son was born on John Lennon's birthday. My friend Michelle is amazed that I remember her birthday every year. She thinks I have a great memory, but it just so happens it's February 9th. The day America met the Beatles.
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Jim Chenot (Mr. Beatle Break) of 91.3 The Summit e-mailed this amazing comment to me:
ReplyDelete"February 9, 1964 is a date that is indelibly etched in my mind. One of the truly great and defining moments in my life. 4 fresh faces from a place called Liverpool, England, who would bring a smile to a nation still reeling from the mindless assasination of its leader. Thus began the twentieth century's greatest love affair. Thank God for The Beatles!!!"
Jim Chenot
The Beatles were my first musical love... I saw "A Hard Day's Night" when I was ten or eleven and became obsessed with them. It's funny, because my father used to play their records when I was a kid (I distinctly remember thinking that "I Am the Walrus" was totally bizarre) but I guess I was too young to be interested at the time.
ReplyDeleteJohn was and is my favorite. Hearing the Beatles Breaks on the Summit since I moved here has reminded me why I loved their music so much -- still sounds great.