I suppose we have to go back, all the way back to the beginning, to see where it started….and where it didn’t.
Neither of my parents were big Beatles fans. My dad, being a bit older than The Beatles, themselves, was of a different generation than Beatlemania. My mom was of prime maniac age when they arrived on the scene but, although she did like their songs on the radio, she liked other bands better and never went crazy for them. She did have one 45″ single she’d bought – Yellow Submarine. Whenever Mom let me get her box of 45s down and listen to them, Yellow Submarine was always one I played. That, and watching the Yellow Submarine movie when it came on t.v., comprised the entirety of my Beatle exposure as a child.
Next stop: high school and phase two of my conversion. The guy I went out with when I was 15 had the Blue Album and we listened to it quite a bit. I liked it well enough that I borrowed the tape and copied a number of songs off it. However, that was as far as it was destined to go for another five years, which leads us to 1995 and the event that would change my life completely.
In November of that year ABC aired the six-part Beatles Anthology series. When I heard that it was coming on I found myself with an inexplicable desire to watch it. I’m not even sure why. As I said, I liked some of the songs but had no special attachment or interest in the band prior to this. I have no idea why I thought I might want to sit through six hours of documentary footage about them. I just…..did. I was working in the evenings and I had my mom record the shows for me, and I will tell you, ladies and gentlemen, from that first sixty minutes onward, it was all over. I was hooked. I started voraciously consuming anything and everything Beatles-related that I could find and, 15 years later, I haven’t stopped.
So why did it suddenly “click” with me at that specific moment? I don’t know. I like to think of it as a harmonic convergence. The planets aligned and just at that particular moment I was open to receive a story and the messages that would change my life in many ways – all of them positive. If this sounds a bit too New Age-y to you by all means feel free to formulate your own theory. All I know is I was meant to be a Beatles fan. They are truly a major part of my life. All across the U.S. and from Canada to Scandinavia to the UK and all the way down to Australia, there are people who immediately think of me anytime they see something Beatles-related. The Beatles are a part of my actual being; they are a fact about me just like my hair color or my height. People know I’ve (currently) got red hair, I’m pretty short and I love The Beatles. That’s me. And I am so very glad that I thought to ask my mother to spare a video tape and record that program for me.