You might wish you were 10 years old again, when your only problem was your sixth grade love triangle.
Or, you may wish you were living in an entirely different time altogether. Maybe hang out in the 1920s with a flapper, sit in the local underground pub, down some hooch, and dance to the tunes of a gramophone. That'd be the cat's meow.
And if you grew up during the era of The Beatles, you'd probably wish you could go back to that time and bask in the glow of the yellow submarine. And even if you didn't grow up during Beatle Mania, you might wish you had.
What an amazing time. What a revolution. Musically, and socially. [Imagine all the people, living life in peace.]
And let's be honest, there were all those great drugs too. [Toe jam football.]
Well, last night we had a blast from the past. We went to see a Beatles tribute band - The Caverners - and it was effing brilliant. [Ob La Di, Ob La Da]
These guys had the whole vibe perfected. From Ringo's grin and Lennon's long hair, to Paul's voice and George's electric guitar. If you closed your eyes, you'd think: "Hey! It's The Beatles!" and if you opened your eyes, you'd think: "Holy f-ck, god save me, Lennon's ALIVE!"
They were so good. I can't even explain it. These guys made me wish John, Paul, George, and Ringo would come back and kick that little Beiber shithead's ass.
I've always loved The Beatles, but last night's show shot my admiration to new levels. [Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns.]
It made me wish I'd been there, in February 1964 when Ed Sullivan brought these adorable young men to North America...
...and then in the following years when they influenced and inspired a generation.
I wish I was part of that generation.
Even now, those songs inspire me. Bring me joy and make me smile. [Little darling, it's been a long cold and lonely winter.]
These songs speak to me.
When I was younger, so much younger than today
I never needed anybody's help in any way
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round
Help me, get my feet back on the ground
Won't you please, please help me, help me
And I wish I'd been there to experience it first hand - the giddiness, and hysterical crying fits, and the freedom - and wishing I knew what it was like to be of my mother's generation, sitting watching this tribute band 40 years later and really, truly knowing exactly what it was like.
|This was taken about 30 seconds before we burst into tears and rushed the stage.|
|Just call me Penny Lane.|