Since early childhood I have always been drawn to a cool riverbank. A spot to puff the seeds of dandelions and watch them float away on the breeze. Count mayflies alighting on the sparkling water for an instant and contemplate the knowledge that by day's end their journey will be over. A shady rill, a place to dream, to rest, to revitalize.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
MEMORIES
Memories of 44 years ago when the Beatles were performing in Glasgow. I had seen them a few years earlier when they were The Silver Beetles and instantly fell in love with George. We knew immediately this was a different sound and oh how we loved it! They were radical! My generation, long haired, brash, radical young lads from Liverpool of all places. Liverpool was a disenfranchised place in the 60's not quite worthy of being part of England in many eyes.....but then the Beatles blew that notion out of the water. We Scots understood that concept; we were a Scots when we lost and Brits when w e won......same with Liverpool, back then anyway. But back to the Beatles; adults hated them, a bad influence and all of that, twisting the minds of an entire generation, they said. Now they are members of the British Empire, knighted by the Queen. Boy, times change.
I digress from the lost interview......I can't wait to see it and be transported back to a time when a Beatles LP was the most important thing in my world. When young Liverpudlian men were very popular when I was holidaying on the Isle of Mann. When the world was young, and life was full of fun, and the Beatles wrote the score. What could be better?
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