I confess that I don't feel a connection to the Beatles. I didn't grow up with their music. (Gimme MJ anyday.) But I still had to go through the memory lane, didn't I? Their influence was legendary! I wanted to feel it for myself too.
An extract from The Time Traveller's Wife:
She looks up. “Henry, who’s your favorite Beatle?”
“John. Of course.”
“Why ‘of course’?”
“Well, Ringo is okay but kind of a sad sack, you know? And George is a little too New Age for my taste.”
“What’s ‘New Age’?”
“Oddball religions. Sappy boring music. Pathetic attempt to convince oneself of the superiority of anything connected with Indians. Non-Western medicine.”
“But you don’t like regular medicine.”
“That’s because doctors are always trying to tell me I’m crazy. If I have a broken arm I would be a big fan of Western medicine.”
“What about Paul?”
“Paul is for girls.”
Clare smiles, shyly. “I like Paul best.”
“Well, you’re a girl.”
“Why is Paul for girls?”
Tread carefully, I tell myself. “Uh, gee. Paul is, like, the Nice Beatle, you know?”
“Is that bad?”
“No, not at all. But guys are more interested in being cool, and John is the Cool Beatle.”
“Oh. But he is dead.”
I laughed. “You can still be cool when you’re dead. In fact, it’s much easier, because you aren’t getting old and fat and losing your hair.”
Cos of this excerpt, I paid more attention to Paul and John in all the memorabilia. And Paul was so cute. Always great at making the cutest expressions. Now... I think he looks like a chikopek.
It's sad how age catches up with us.
Anyway, back in Liverpool, we took a trip down their past, where they began.
We visited the pub where they first started out and got the attention of their manager.
And bought some collectibles.
Okay, I'm not elaborating anymore. Running off to the Padang to meet the BSB (my Beatles) now!!
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