One of my good friends from Michigan had wanted to take me to see Paul McCartney at Comerica Park, home of the Detroit Tigers, for my Birthday in July. North Carolina to Michigan is a long way to go for a concert but she knew Paul was my favorite Beatle. I had to say "No thanks" so she texted me this photo. I didn't delete it. I have to keep Paul and her good intentions.
The Beatles phenomenon hit the United States in 1963. I was 13, the perfect age for my first and only, musical crush. I had Beatles all over one complete wall, floor to ceiling, in the bedroom I shared with my sister.
These are the haircuts that gave my father and many others, fits. Long haired rebels that they were. That was the beginning. Their early music was as innocent as the times. "I Want To Hold Your Hand", "I Saw Her Standing There", and "This Boy" fit well with the early to mid 1960's music about surfing, cars and boy/girl relationships.
My favorite Beatle was Paul, the cute Beatle.
I had all the albums. I knew all the stories and rumors. I never believed Paul was dead. I didn't think the photo on the cover of the Abbey Road album was a clue because Paul was barefoot.
They were only together for about 7 years. That's not very long to have left such an impression on the music of a generation. Of course, three of the four Beatles (yes, I know Ringo tried and is still trying, but we know who made the real money here.) continued to write and record on their own.
And, yes, I still know all the words to all the songs.
So who was on your wall growing up? Whose music got you singing?