part of ours). Listening to The Beatles has not just been a pastime for me, it’s a lifestyle. My parents divorced when I was itty bitty, and both got into relationships fairly shortly after separating. My mom decided to move more northern and therefore we spent a lot of time in the car traveling back and
forth between homes every other weekend. It was about an hour trip and during those times in the car, my Dad endlessly played Beatles and equally the solo works of Paul, John, George and Ringo. It was back in the days of the cassette tape era so we would listen to the mixed tapes he created. To this day when I hear one song, I quickly anticipate the next song from those mixed tapes. Even
many, many years later, the secession of those tapes is the way I remember each and every song (and we literally knew every word to EVERY song).
When we spent time at my Dad’s house music was always on (we rarely watched TV) and every
night during dinner when we were there he played Beatles. He was a very talented pianist, so if music wasn’t on the CD player, his fingers were dancing beautifully along the ivory keys. Those memories are locked in time in my head. Those were the best memories of him.
Growing up my friends were always into the latest of pop culture in terms of music, so was I,
but more often than not, when I was holed up in my room I shared with my sister, The Beatles was ever prevalent on our CD player. We would sign onto AOL and listen and type till our fingers bled. Music was just in our bones, we were raised on it and to this day when I am getting ready to go out or cook dinner, I have my Beatles Pandora station streaming right along.
Once I got into college I was eternally grateful to have a roommate with great musical tastes. She was immediately intrigued by The Beatles and we played the albums often. For her birthdays, I gifted her with more and more Beatles music. It was great to be able to pass it along much like my dad did with me.
When I was planning my wedding and met with my DJ I emphasized how important it was to have
The Beatles and the bandmate’s individual music be the main constant in music. While my guests waited during the ceremony, “Oh My Love” played along while they sipped champagne. My bridal party walked out to my brother playing on the guitar,“Real Love,” I danced to “Stand by Me” the John Lennon version during the father/step daughter dance. My father picked “Unforgettable” by Nat King Cole for us to dance to, but I was really pushing for “In my Life.” In either case, as you can imagine, the only theme to my wedding that was constant besides love was The Beatles.
When he passed I wonder if I could still listen like I used to with such glee and jubilation but I actually don’t. There are some songs that literally bring me to tears and we certainly did our fair share of crying during the concert. “Here Today” is virtually impossible to hear without getting steamy eyed. I hope that I can instill this love of music into my twins sisters minds, but I know it won’t be the same as if my Dad did it. He played music, he dreamt music, he ate music. He had a passion for it like no other. That is hard to teach, it’s just something that is a part of you.
When Paul came onto the stage, I just felt happy and grateful. Happy, because I just
simply enjoy the music. I love listening to it, I love signing to it, I love dancing to it. Grateful, because in my short life, I have been able to see him twice in concert. The whole day was absolutely surreal. When I checked into the hotel in the lobby, I was stunned to see two of his bandmates just smiling for
pictures and checking into the hotel just like any other person. I was elated, so elated, I didn’t even think to snap a quick picture. When we were hanging in the bar area before the show my aunt actually met two women who met during their appearance at the Ed Sullivan show and here they are 50 years later seeing Paul again and giddy just as they had been so many years ago. Towards the end of the show he invited an older couple on the stage after seeing the man’s sign in the audience which stated, “I’m 64 and ready to pop the question.” And boy did he, he got right down on one knee and asked her to marry him. It beautiful and adorable all at the same time. He played some great classics like “Yesterday, Let it Be, Hey Jude, Get Back” as well as some songs I didn’t expect, “Lovely Rita, Let me Roll It, Something.” By far the most intense and visually stunning was “Live and Let Die.” Every time he belted, “Live and Let Die” BAM ! Fire came up from the stage with a vengeance. This man even did 2 encores. The second encore ending with a few songs including a personal fav, “Golden Slumbers.” My Dad left some of those lyrics on my Facebook for my birthday before he passed,
Golden slumbers fill your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise, Sleep pretty darling do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby.” But the final song of the night, “The End,” was highly charged and emotional for me as he left us with the lyics, “And in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make,” and a bow from Sir Paul, to end the night just right, with some beautiful confetti flying over the weary audience he then stated, “See ya next time,” and I hope and pray I will get to see him next time. This was one of the best days of my life. I will never forget it, and I know my Dad was there right along with me enjoying it like I was every step of the way…