The Boy with the Reflective-Material Newspaper Bag Strap
On this the third, yes, third, trip out of town this year I took my old guitar and my new Beatles fake book to the hotel with me. At least I know how the songs are supposed to sound. I've been a huge Beatles fan since at least the fifth grade, when I would walk around the apartments delivering my newspapers with a cassette player in my bag. My dad made me a tape of his Sgt Pepper's LP and I played it to death. Except I always skipped that one-note George track, Within You or Whatever. A couple years later I discovered the Walkman and every night I would listen to the greatest hits tape that I talked a girl in my class into giving me. After that I discovered the Sex Pistols and The Clash and it's all been downhill from there.
Other miscellaneous Beatles memories: that old tape player was one of those blue egg-shaped Panasonic jobbies, which took C batteries. I had one of those old flesh-colored single earphone thingies, too. Also, I got in touble in Sunday School for quoting Beatles lyrics instead of answering the teacher's questions properly. Cindy Dench and I were riffing lines from Eleanor Rigby, Strawberry Fields and Nowhere Man back and forth. Our teacher, on a crusade against satanic Rock music, told our parents about our devilish heresy. One more: I used to stay up every New Year's Eve to watch Yellow Submarine on Channel 5 at midnight. I never made it all the way through. Sometimes I would drift in and out of sleep, never sure if it was a nightmare or the Blue Meanies
Non-Beatles memory: I also played a tape of that disco Star Wars theme over and over and over. I especially liked that laser sound. I wonder if I can find an mp3 of that somewhere?
On this the third, yes, third, trip out of town this year I took my old guitar and my new Beatles fake book to the hotel with me. At least I know how the songs are supposed to sound. I've been a huge Beatles fan since at least the fifth grade, when I would walk around the apartments delivering my newspapers with a cassette player in my bag. My dad made me a tape of his Sgt Pepper's LP and I played it to death. Except I always skipped that one-note George track, Within You or Whatever. A couple years later I discovered the Walkman and every night I would listen to the greatest hits tape that I talked a girl in my class into giving me. After that I discovered the Sex Pistols and The Clash and it's all been downhill from there.
Other miscellaneous Beatles memories: that old tape player was one of those blue egg-shaped Panasonic jobbies, which took C batteries. I had one of those old flesh-colored single earphone thingies, too. Also, I got in touble in Sunday School for quoting Beatles lyrics instead of answering the teacher's questions properly. Cindy Dench and I were riffing lines from Eleanor Rigby, Strawberry Fields and Nowhere Man back and forth. Our teacher, on a crusade against satanic Rock music, told our parents about our devilish heresy. One more: I used to stay up every New Year's Eve to watch Yellow Submarine on Channel 5 at midnight. I never made it all the way through. Sometimes I would drift in and out of sleep, never sure if it was a nightmare or the Blue Meanies
Non-Beatles memory: I also played a tape of that disco Star Wars theme over and over and over. I especially liked that laser sound. I wonder if I can find an mp3 of that somewhere?
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