Sunday, June 13, 2021

Personal Beatley Moments

 
Why yes, I do search for George Harrison

Like a favorite scent, certain songs in The Beatles catalog stirs a random memory. On our way up to the cottage last night, we put them on shuffle, and here’s what came up:

At a baseball game as a bachelor party disrupted play, the group drunkenly singing their version of Yellow Submarine, as their team was losing 16-0. They were escorted out

Caught holding hands with Bob "from Flint" by the other kids at the resort on Houghton Lake. They proceeded to chase us around the hotel while singing I Wanna Hold Your Hand. It was the weirdest harassment ever. I was eight.

Party hopping at Michigan State with my girlfriends and shout-singing Eight Days a Week.

A particularly heinous day working at the hospital and discovering someone had written the lyrics to Dear Prudence on a post-it and left it on the bathroom mirror for someone to discover. "The sun is up, the sky is blue, it's beautiful and so are you."

Competing Here There and Everywhere at State Games of America in 2017 and medaling. 

Meeting Dave’s friend Vince for the first time and instantly bonding and dancing to Twist and Shout. He then punched a hole in Dave's paper-thin wall. The time-honored solution was a unique patch made of water, flour, and toothpaste. No security deposit was lost. 

Having a Beatle weekend with my high school friend Maria, renting a Hard Days Night, Help!, Magical Mystery Tour, and Let it Be - $5 each on VHS from this teeny tiny rental hut that is now a Bras of All Sizes shop. We stayed up until 4am, eating cookie dough and talking nonstop.

Listening to Revolver nonstop, May 1988, particularly the song For No One. Ugh.

Will embracing Revolution #9, and singing “number 9… number 9… number 9…” for an entire month. 

Sitting in my car listening to the last broadcast of radio program Rockline, where the host Bob Coburn reminisced about his favorite interview of all time, George Harrison in 1988. I don’t know why, but If I Needed Someone sounded so good that night, I sat out in my car until 2am, in freezing temperatures, just to listen to the end of the show. 

I found part of it! Rockline, part 1

 

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