Today I took down my two 2014 Beatles Calendars in the basement. Of course, that year, 1964, fifty years ago, was quite a one for the four young lads. Kind of had an impact all over here in the United States. They were the ones that got me interested in pop music. I still am.
The one that was hanging by the Margaritaville bar was "The Beatles: The Singles, a 16-month calendar, featuring 45 sleeves of their songs:
Eight days a Week/I'm a Loser
Lady Madonna/ The Inner Light
Help!
We Can Work It Out/Day Tripper
Get Back/ Don't Let Me Down
Yesterday/The Night Before
Something/ Come Together
All You need Is Love/Baby, You're a Rich Man
Lady Madonna
Can't Buy Me Love/ You Can't Do That
Paperback Writer/ Rain
Hey Jude/Revolution
The other one was just "The Beatles" and featured a monthly photo of the lads.
Beatle Me. --RoadDog
Being an account of some things I'm interested in, what I'm doing, and reflections on my past, especially music.
Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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