Abbey Road Revisited

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make

I grew up with The Beatles. My first recollection of them was when I was about six years old and She Loves You was on the radio. My mother was only in her mid thirties and she was a fan of their early years. I remember coming home from school after she bought the single, Can’t Buy Me Love. I watched them on television on some palladium thing and then went with my older sisters to see the movie, A Hard Day’s Night. Shortly afterwards the soundtrack of the movie appeared in our family’s record recollection and I played it incessantly. I was captivated by them.

On one occasion I remember spending all evening cutting out cardboard guitars that I took to school. I gave one to each of my friends informing them which one of The Beatles they were to play. I think I reserved for myself the role of John Lennon as he seemed to be the strongest one who joked around the most. I remember being frustrated by the lack of enthusiasm from my school friends about the whole project. Can’t think why. In terms of playing the intricacies of air guitar (cardboard doesn’t have the same ring to it) I was years ahead of my time.

During the time from the mid sixties onwards, I got to like a lot of bands but none could touch The Beatles. And as time went on they represented more…