25 years today. I can't adequately express what The Beatles have come to mean to me over the past year. The genius that I'd generally acknowledged without fully understanding has become clear. I've been at the brink of tears for the past few hours now and at any time lately that I stopped to think.
Yao likes rap. This time last year, he had never heard of John Lennon but saw him on Jessica's t-shirt. Now he listens to The Beatles as well.
Phill's students come in for guitar lessons looking to learn American Idiot. Before long he sends them home knowing Beatles songs and realizing how much they've been missing out on.
Any mood, any state of mind, any weather, The Beatles fit. Decades later and we can't match the beauty of Yesterday. We can't do strings any better than Eleanor Rigby. We can't pull tears out like A Day in the Life. We can't reinvent a song like Tomorrow Never Knows.
This day of my life is devoted to him.