I’ve been doing a lot of blogging on my other site this week, for those who are interested in topics I cover there. Here is one, though, for both sites (though, the other blog has pictures I can’t use here).
Zep rules in this town — for certain people, anyway — but there is no doubt in my mind that The Beatles were the greatest band ever. That was reaffirmed to me today as I drove down the Laurentian autoroute with stereo system cranked to full volume, tuned in to CHOM-FM’s lunchhour program. Tootall had unleashed a torrent of high-energy songs by the Fab Four to celebrate the 50th anniversary of their arrival in North America, and I found myself singing along and fighting back tears . . .
When I was a little kid, I used to sing myself to sleep every night with Beatles songs . . .” I wanna hold your hand . . .” I remember hearing my foster parents giggling outside my bedroom door. Yes, every kid back then was swept up by Beatlemania. They have a special place in the hearts of my g-g-g-generation. Which is no doubt why I was fighting back tears today and why, if I had been at a Beatles concert at that moment, I would have screamed my lungs out like a lovestruck, starstuck teenybopper. Yes, even today . . .
Which tells you something, doesn’t it? Beatlemania never went away. It was here 50 years ago, it is here today, and it will be here 50 years from now.
Dear Paul and Ringo, and George and John, thank you so much for all the great music and vibes and messages of love.
We love you, ya ya ya
(Insert my teenybopper screams here . . . And sobs and tears, too.)