It was Thirty Years Ago Today
I am a baby boomer. I "grew up" during the decade between 1960 and 1970. Even though my parents say that the 1940's were the best time to live, I know that the 60's were, without a doubt, the most exciting time to be a younger person albeit not the safest.
It was 1963 or 64 when the Beatles took the US by storm. I was taking ballroom dance lessons at Bette and Glen Dance Studio when "I Want to Hold Your Hand" was released. I remember the guy who had my interest at the moment telling me it was the "dirtiest" song he had ever heard. Ha! We were just coming out of the 50"s -- no songs were dirty. Since this was well before the advent of cable , satellite or the internet we had to rely on Ed Sullivan and movie and teen magazines to keep us up on what was happening on the entertainment scene. We did ok, though, with our precursors to the ipod (called a transistor radio) glued to our ears we would spend hours at the magazine stand at the grocery store reading every article on whoever was catching our eye at the moment only taking out a bit of time to flirt with the package boys.
I wasn't a Beatlemaniac. I didn't have a favorite although I guess I gravitated toward Paul -- "the cute one". It was really interesting, however, to be able to see and hear young people from another country doing the same things that we did here. I bought the records, saved the magazines and got all caught up in the British Invasion (especially the clothes) but I never lost interest in our homegrown groups.
Time moved on, The Beatles broke up, I grew up and that was that. My interest was piqued again in 1969 when it was reported that Paul McCartney had died in a car accident three years prior and was replaced with a double. This news was only of passing interest -- however, I now believe the story to be true. In any event, not much thought was given to the Fab Four or any of my other favorite entertainers until 1977 when Elvis Presley passed away at the age of 42 -- absolutely ancient to my 27 years. I cried and tried to explain to my two year old what was wrong. He didn't get it.
and he still looked like himself, unlike Paul. There was lots of talk about him turning into a house husband and being a has-been but the album proved that as he aged he mellowed but he was still capable of producing fantastic music but, sadly, there would be no more.
Lately I have had a renewed interest in the Beatles and have done some reading and movie watching -- "A Hard Day's Night" to be exact, which I had never seen before. I have watched some documentaries leading up to today and see this group in a whole new light. Of course, I guess my aging has skewed my viewpoint as well. They were a great little group that possessed a lot of talent and I am proud that they were part of my generation.
Rest in peace, John and yes, we are all still trying to imagine.