If
there was one direct feature why you became a Beatles fan, how would you
describe that poignant memory that took you over the edge? The main reason
these four musicians captured your attention and left you wanting more, much
more that you converted as a true-blue follower and nothing anyone else or the
world tried to offer could break the bond.
For female teenagers, first inside Liverpool,
then all seven continents’, it was the boys good looking, handsome presence behind their sparkling eyes
and dashing smiles. For Neil Aspinall, it was the thrill of being Pete Best’s
closest friend and roommate, then acceptance as a staunch advisor within all aspects the Beatles emerged
themselves. For Klaus Voorman, it was the driving beat spilling onto the
streets of Hamburg. For Brian Epstein, it was the lad's personal charm, For George Martin, it was the fellow's cheeky sense of humor, then, of course, the raw talent. For Ed
Sullivan, it was the enormous young crowds of hysterical cheering enthusiasts
lined up along the observation platform at London Airport (now known as
Heathrow) welcoming back their musical idols. For Bob Dylan, he thought the
mop-tops smoked marijuana. And for me, it was the intricate melodies woven with
finesse throughout impressive structured chord progressions, which in my
opinion, always over complemented their composition style.
From as far back as I can remember, melodies
in music enriched dominance to provide the sweetest icing on the most scrumptious
cakes inside my ears. During the month of May 1955, at only two years and ten months old, Davy Crockett’s theme song and
movie by Walt Disney Productions, seized every fiber of my being and secured a
melody I could repeat. Just a short time later, The Mickey Mouse Club debuted
on October 3, 1955, sharing lots of exciting songs with sound pleasing melodies
children rallied around. I loved Jimmy Dodd; he
wrote most of the tunes. . . And no, love
didn’t bloom on the basis he played the Mousegetar,
he was so good and kind to the kids, and
that type of conduct won me over. I could sing most every selection the Mouseketeers
performed on my black and white television set.
In 1956, near the end of November, seated
around the same old black and white TV, mom and dad introduced me to Judy
Garland’s Wizard of Oz and boy oh boy, the musical film garnished a tremendous
amount of memorable melodies forever planted happily alongside my brain. My favorite
character year after year never abandoned the Scarecrow.
In 1958, a few months before my sixth
birthday, Ross Bagdasarian, a.k.a. Dave Seville, released Witch Doctor, a
novelty rock song––Ooh Eeh Ooh Ah Aah Ting Tang Walla Walla Bing Bang that
never failed to pinch a couple of my parent's
nickels dropped in the mini jukebox stationed at our personal restaurant table.
The same year my favorite Christmas song starred
the Chipmunks’ singing, Christmas Don’t Be Late, a great melody and such fun
for youngsters.
By 1960, Elvis and Everly Brothers records
started a continuous path from store shelf to bedroom closet, bringing super-duper
melodies upon my soul when played after school.
However, my melody attraction’s crème de la crème,
found the mother lode January 1964 when
Capitol Records released Meet the Beatles and routinely the boys continued to amaze me with
brilliant favorable melodies throughout their short-lived six-year career invasion of the planet Earth. So sad, it had to end much too soon.
Okay, your turn. What main reason turned you
into a Beatles fan? Leave a comment.
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