40 years ago today. Wow. The Beatles landed in America. I was not quite 5 years old. They had a profound effect on my life. I'm not sure it was a positive effect, but effect it they did. Allow me to tell the story briefly.
I didn't pay much attention to the Beatles until well after they had stopped recording as a group. I was awash with sixties bubble-gum thanks to my older sister Becky. The Monkees topped the list. So, in 1977 I was a college freshman at the University of Missouri Columbia. I discovered a long lost childhood friend, Chris, who also attended so we got together one night to go see "Let It Be" the movie. I was totally blown away. I simply said to myself, "I want to do that."
I was a young and stupid guitar player. I had no concept of real life. I certainly didn't catch the not so subtle fact that by the time the Beatles filmed Let It Be, they were already filthy rich and could afford to buy time at a world class studio, turn the cameras and the microphones on and see what happens. They didn't actually rehearse in the normal sense of the word.
So, I quit school of course! Hitchhiked home to tell my dad the good news. He wasn't impressed. Before you know it, I was out of the house living with friends and out of money. Depression set in. I got a job as a side cook at a local pub making about $100.00 a week. I figured I be there about a year or so, just long enough to save for the rock n roll equipment that I needed. I was there 10 years.
At the end of that 10 years though, I was married with a two year old daughter named Emily, and had given up on Rock N Roll. I learned some classical guitar (that's when my dad started talking to me again). And, today I'm saving my pennies to buy an Ivory Stratocaster and a small amp. Why? To have some fun. To play some rock n roll. I've finally grown up.
Easter Sunday on the South Side
Oh, woe to those who don't live in our little town. Sunday morning the alarm clock rang at 5:30 am. I stumbled out of bed to get to church so I could get the coffe plugged in. The sunlight was just fading into the sky and I thought about the family and friends that were down at Bellerive Park for the Sunrise Service. This little park is a perfect place to watch the sun come up as the view to the east is introduced my the Mighty Mississippi River, then slowly told by the flat terrain of western Illinois. I've yet to make this service because I'm always back at church getting their breakfast ready. On this chilly morning I knew they wouldn't be long. I was right; they showed up ready to eat at ten after seven.
Tom Boyer and his wife, who live on the corner of Bellerive and Louisiana are always the first to arrive. Tom is a veteran of the Korean War and he will always approach me to say, "Do you need help with anything?"
"No, thanks, Tom, just have a ...