I was a 10 year old when a mate told me that the Beatles were breaking up. How could this be? My elder brothers had filled our house with their music for as long as I could remember, making it the soundtrack to my life to that point. For years my dad's old wooden tennis racquet had taken on a new role as a Rickenbacker. I had stared for many hours in the bathroom mirror wishing my prickly crewcut would grow into a moptop. Night after night was spent arguing with my parents to swap my thick plastic framed glasses for the wire framed granny glasses that John wore. How dare they leave me?
It would be another year before I could actually afford to buy my own Beatles record....Let it Be, and another 2 long years before my parents bought me a record player to play it. Every news story of a Beatles reunion had me hoping. I still remember the horrible day ten years later when, working in a pharmacy workshop in my first holiday job, the radio told me that John had died. And so it was really over.
But just the other day, listening to my own sons practicing Beatles chords on their (real) guitars in their bedrooms, somebody spoke and I went into a dream.....
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I was a 10 year old when a mate told me that the Beatles were breaking up. How could this be? My elder brothers had filled our house with their music for as long as I could remember, making it the soundtrack to my life to that point. For years my dad's old wooden tennis racquet had taken on a new role as a Rickenbacker. I had stared for many hours in the bathroom mirror wishing my prickly crewcut would grow into a moptop. Night after night was spent arguing with my parents to swap my thick plastic framed glasses for the wire framed granny glasses that John wore. How dare they leave me?
It would be another year before I could actually afford to buy my own Beatles record....Let it Be, and another 2 long years before my parents bought me a record player to play it. Every news story of a Beatles reunion had me hoping. I still remember the horrible day ten years later when, working in a pharmacy workshop in my first holiday job, the radio told me that John had died. And so it was really over.
But just the other day, listening to my own sons practicing Beatles chords on their (real) guitars in their bedrooms, somebody spoke and I went into a dream.....