All My Loving....

Wow! Someone actually read what I wrote last night. I am sure it is my shameless self promotion on Facebook, but I have strutted around my house this morning like Astor’s pet horse! Enough about my strutting and …..on with the show.
Anyone who has known me for a nanosecond can tell you that my favorite band of all time is/was/shall always be the lads from Liverpool. I was a tad young for the whole Beatlemania experience, but I caught the bug nevertheless. They seemed to always be around, those 4 mop tops from across the sea; in the music I heard at home and in travel, on the magazines by babysitter read, on the lips of every womangirl I knew between the ages of 8 and 80. The girls and boys who babysat me on the Saturday nights that my parents went out to take a break from their precocious little sponge girl, always brought something having to do with music with them. Maybe they would play the latest music on the hi-fi, or turn on Bandstand or Hullabaloo, or bring a guitar, all the while, not realizing that I was, indeed, listening to EVERYTHING. The Beatles were always at the forefront of whatever what happening musically. However, I did get a good, healthy dose of the Animals, Cream, Dave Clark Five, Herman’s Hermits and other bands, whose name I didn’t know for another decade. But, as usual, I digress and have travelled away from the Fab Four. Shame on me.
Common question #1- Who’s your favorite Beatle? As someone else put it to me not long ago, “Paul was the handsome one, John was the intellectual one, George was the shy one and Ringo was the funny one.” I like all of those qualities, mind you, but for me, now as it ever was, intellectual won out, and I was smitten with John Winston Lennon. Something about those glasses, something about his way with a snappy comeback, maybe because he WASN’T as pretty as Paulie, made me want to do things to John, even at 4, but I had no idea what those things were.
So, yes, the Liverpool Lads have always held a fascination for me. By giving them “all my loving”, they actually turned me on to other music. By giving me a firm musical foundation, I felt like I could experiment and listen to other genres without being “untrue”. I made alliances with people, often based on their musical knowledge and taste. Some of the people I met along the way have formed the backbone of my very existence, musically and otherwise.
I am sure while the Beatles were trying to reach “the toppermost of the poppermost” they had no idea their musical fingers would reach across the ocean to Atlanta, Georgia and mold a self-deprecating round girl 40 years hence! Ah, the power of music!