Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Eight Days a Week, they were heard and loved

The Beatles as they looked in 1963, The Guardian

The Fab Four formed the musical backdrop to my last years in high school and my first in the city. How well I recall dancing alone to the Beatles in a high-ceilinged apartment on West Fourth Avenue.

At that time, my favourite Beatles song was Eight Days a Week. It was also amusing to listen to When I'm Sixty-four.

Back then, that advanced age seemed unimaginably distant. Now here I am. As John Lennon sang, Imagine. Still needed, still fed. Still charmed by the simple romantic dreams these songs evoke.

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