Linda bought me the complete Beatles set for my birthday.
Oh, what a sublime sound.
Not meaning to get all Hallmark Moment on it, but this isn't just great music, this is the soundtrack of my life. I remember going to a party at the big house in Drake Park (yes, there was actually a house on the park side of the river, just below where the parking lot is now) and dancing to I Wanna Hold Your Hand.
I remember my brother and sister playing Rubber Soul over and over again, so that to this day I know every word and can start singing the next song before it starts.
The first few albums I never owned. The first I remember actually having is Beatles '65, which in this set is "Beatles For Sale." I loved the song, I'll Follow the Sun. I think these songs are the ones I hear the least nowadays.
I remember winning the Lady Madonna single at a Jr. High limbo dance contest. I played Hey, Jude on the High School jukebox so many times, that I think my classmates were groaning. (I'm actually a little embarrassed by that....)
I absconded with Rubber Soul (sorry, Tina), and Revolver (sorry, Mike) , and purchased Magical Mystery Tour. Revolver and Magical Mystery Tour disappeared in my old rented apartments with roommates phase of my life. A lot of good albums disappeared that way. Karma.
I remember my big brother buying Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band in Portland, in our yearly trip to the big city to buy clothes. And my memory of what seemed like a city wide block of department store is inextricably linked. A magical land. I remember not liking it at first, and then slowly but surely becoming fascinated by the seemingly brand new sound.
I bought the White Album with the money my parents gave me to eat on a debate trip to Eugene. (Many of my albums were purchased by a starvation diet...)
What I remember about Abbey Road is playing it over and over and over again, and seemingly hearing something different every time. I don't know if I love this music so much because it's great, or because it hit me when my hormones were in overdrive, or both.
I put on the first disk of the set last night, intending to listen to just one. Ended up closing my eyes on my futon and just soaking in the beautiful sounds for a couple of hours.
I don't know how my customers are going to take it, but I'll be having a Beatles marathon at the store for the next few weeks.
Oh, what a sublime sound.
Not meaning to get all Hallmark Moment on it, but this isn't just great music, this is the soundtrack of my life. I remember going to a party at the big house in Drake Park (yes, there was actually a house on the park side of the river, just below where the parking lot is now) and dancing to I Wanna Hold Your Hand.
I remember my brother and sister playing Rubber Soul over and over again, so that to this day I know every word and can start singing the next song before it starts.
The first few albums I never owned. The first I remember actually having is Beatles '65, which in this set is "Beatles For Sale." I loved the song, I'll Follow the Sun. I think these songs are the ones I hear the least nowadays.
I remember winning the Lady Madonna single at a Jr. High limbo dance contest. I played Hey, Jude on the High School jukebox so many times, that I think my classmates were groaning. (I'm actually a little embarrassed by that....)
I absconded with Rubber Soul (sorry, Tina), and Revolver (sorry, Mike) , and purchased Magical Mystery Tour. Revolver and Magical Mystery Tour disappeared in my old rented apartments with roommates phase of my life. A lot of good albums disappeared that way. Karma.
I remember my big brother buying Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band in Portland, in our yearly trip to the big city to buy clothes. And my memory of what seemed like a city wide block of department store is inextricably linked. A magical land. I remember not liking it at first, and then slowly but surely becoming fascinated by the seemingly brand new sound.
I bought the White Album with the money my parents gave me to eat on a debate trip to Eugene. (Many of my albums were purchased by a starvation diet...)
What I remember about Abbey Road is playing it over and over and over again, and seemingly hearing something different every time. I don't know if I love this music so much because it's great, or because it hit me when my hormones were in overdrive, or both.
I put on the first disk of the set last night, intending to listen to just one. Ended up closing my eyes on my futon and just soaking in the beautiful sounds for a couple of hours.
I don't know how my customers are going to take it, but I'll be having a Beatles marathon at the store for the next few weeks.