The day the music lived.


A moment in time....
               

What triggers that instant?  What sets the mind into backwards motion?  Is it the music or is it the memory of what came with the music?

The first time I saw the Beatles they were on The Ed Sullivan Show.  I remember being a bit frightened by my parents.  I watched them looking at 'them.'   They were shaking their heads 'oh no, no, no!'  I watched the TV and 'they' were shaking their hair-ful heads all over and singing "Yeah Yeah Yeah!"

I was in sixth grade and this life-changing event (at least for me) heralded emotionally uncharted waters .  No older children before me, and lots of squirrel-y brothers after me.  I was alone in this room of rock, roll, and parents.  How was I supposed to act?  I watched from the back of the living room.  "She loves you.  Yeah yeah, yeah."  No big deal.  Just ride with it.

I wanted to dance but I wasn't going to.  I wasn't even sure how to...and I wasn't brave enough to try it in front of my parents.  Sure I danced alone to the radio in my room.  But I don't recall even tapping my toes with a living room audience.

Then my 11th birthday came. I do not remember anybody at my party, but someone gave me a Beatles 45 rpm record.  "I want to hold her hand!"  Then we moved when school was out.  Back to Newport Beach. I think the record was lost in the move.
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I was watching the band set up.  Suddenly they hit go.   I was there, back when.  Reliving all of it, right in my mind's eye.  They rolled from one rock song to another.  It was wonderful.  Before I left I heard about three albums worth of music.  'They" are a Beatles cover band.  And "they" are the Sun Kings.

"The Sun Kings can do EVERY Beatles song and any of the Beatles' solo album tunes too. They are an encyclopedia of all things Beatle; perfect at it."  SF Gate 7-31-13

Today...I tap my toes when the band starts.  Wave those hands!  Clap them to the beat!  I'm not even afraid to dance by myself...but I had my bike with me and nowhere to tie it up.

I watched the crowd.  Some I knew.  Most I didn't.  But every one...each one....was put back into a space, a place where they were momentarily happy.  Unadulterated-ly happy.

Fads become forgotten.  Fresh becomes well-seasoned.  Old becomes recycled.  Commonplace becomes rare.  Good becomes great.  Some things just f-a-d-e away.  But not The Beatles.  I believe their music will live forever.

Live richly.  Tap those toes.  marilyn


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