It was one of my favorite songs as it harkens back to my youth in the eye opening but not very complicated 60’s. When I was home in my bed, all was right with the world as I turned on my Victrola.* I never had a care and the biggest dilemma facing me was would my mother let me paint my room red. By the way she compromised if you have read me extensively and let me paint one wall in what I thought was my favorite color. God she was right a red room would have been a nightmare and certainly a Hard Days Night into sleep.
The Beatles were a phenomena that I listened to on my transistor radio with my mono earplug. And when that movie came out it was the first and only time that the audience (teenage girls) were screaming at a motion picture screen. The writers of that film gave us back a musical comedy not seen since another favorite of mine: Guys and Dolls. Beatlemania though probably rose to a zenith when that lighthearted story hit the silver screen. I was there and history will never be repeated like that again at least not in my lifetime.
In 1967 Cream had a song called: Born Under a Bad Sign and it typified my thoughts when I wasn’t able to reconcile my undiscovered talent for grey cells in my High School days. Was it only experience I was lacking or was I just shy waiting to leave my chrysalis? Probably a bit of both and knowing the answer won’t even give me a pie playing Trivial Pursuit which I was pretty good at if I am any judge. Well that’s not a good response, because I am hardly a good judge of character because in the dictionary the word gullible has my picture right next to the definition. And those that have judged me usually just read the headlines and forgot the body of the story. But in their defense who has time to read anyway.
* A Victrola is an antique record player; the sound of the vibrating needle is amplified acoustically.
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