I’ve been alive for 16,598 days, or 1,434,139,521 seconds (…522… 523…). Since day dot, Beatles music has reverberated through my home.
Now, imagine this.
Tomorrow, I get to see a Beatle!
What more can I say to convey how big this is in my life other than OH. MY. GOD. This is significant.
This is one of those times when I need to refrain from writing in great depth about how I feel, because I will be put in a straight jacket and subdued with a stun gun for my love of The Beatles.
But please, allow me to let it out just a little…
- Beatles music gets me high.
- Their lyrics range from simplistic beauty “I Want To Hold Your Hand” to psychedelic genius “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” to not giving a shit because they were breaking up “I Dig a Pony” and it was all fantastic!
- I grew up in a Beatles mad family and our after-school ‘play’ time was putting a Beatles record on the stereogram and mimicking their moves whilst miming the words.
- To while away the time during school holidays, I re-wrote every lyric from every Beatle song I could get my hands on.
Okay, that’s enough.
Tomorrow my childhood dream is coming true and I get to see a Beatle.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.