Just now I got a message from my girlfriend via the app asking what was the first single of The Beatles, which my grandmother gave me from two guys. A HARD DAYS NIGHT, I saw the cover again for my mind's eye, quite worn already, with cracks, but in a, not completely transparent, plastic protective cover. A blog was born.
I am happy and thankful to this day that I was thrown into this world at the very beginning of the 1960s. If I have to be here, I'd prefer to be here at that time. Rather I was born a little earlier to have been able to breathe the many pleasures of the fabulous and inspiring time even more intensely. Fortunately I got this single and my way to pop music and her culture was unlocked for me. My mother has never been very happy with that. As a very young child I prefer to sit under the window sill of the window in the corner of the living room, hidden behind the oil stove and my mother's desk, next to the wooden short and long wave radio, which her brother had built for her and the white plastic Philips plate player with the red felt coated turntable built on a extendable dark brown wooden sled in a ditto cabinet. Fortunately, my body was still small enough to fit there. I remember the Work Vitamins, which I fortunately didn't need yet, which were repeatedly interrupted for about ten hours by the item, that I good morning vegetable man, good morning ma'am, what will it be today? Keep naming Ben. Occasionally I turned the little black bakelite button away from Hilversum 1 to look for more interesting cost that could be found on the two waves. When I then stumbled upon the first signs of pop culture then my mother constantly called out, somewhere from the flat, that the radio had to run out on Hilversum 1.
Even now I am stuck with the newly acquired treasure and put it on the record player. The clinging was still full of mysteries and secrets, but audio equipment, if this radio is to be called, was not part of that. My grandmother often brought me singles, but it was mostly classic and once a single by Ray Charles with a green and white cover and a single by Wilson Pickett, while she must have known her daughter didn't want that at all. Johan Sebastiaan Bach was the norm for me, so she had already decided. In utero, I seem to have listened to Bach. Well, the fight for more freedom was started that Sunday morning. Long hair, jeans, purple and orange t-shirts and walls, and of course the pop culture, it all came in a hurry.
The cover of the pressing of the single I had received intrigued me excessively. Who were those four guys in black suits, white shirts with long hair, longer than I'd seen so far anyway? And why were they in prison? Was that my future, fate. To be locked up for a long time aspiring her? I have to explain this, especially to people who didn't do this cover, there are several covers put into circulation at this single. There may also be readers who don't know who the Beatles were. I can't imagine it, but weirder things have happened in this now long life.
Between the two red beams you see them on a black and white picture, the men in their suits, close together, John on the right, the other three on the left looking at John, which got me thinking right and asking the question: who is this leader, who would conquer and change the world in the years after. Well, the rest is history. Poor John. Back to the argument: they are celebrated for an old, typically British wall, containing two dark windows, which are closed, however, and for which a thick type of mesh has been applied. Meanwhile, I seem to remember from the film of the same name, it is a train station, but in 1964 or 65 I was convinced that it was a prison. These heroes had either just been released or could be brought in at any moment and it was uncertain whether they would ever be released from the sad building. Fortunately, the music that was on the 45 turns disc was a lot happier, although I only recognized the word loud in the text.
Unfortunately I shaved my little collection of singles, I quickly became an lp man, almost ten years later through my bedroom window on the roof of the flat opposite, because they would be bad for the expensive needle in my first, just purchased, hi-fi record player. Yeah, well, youth. Fortunately the single comes to me again and I can now play it on my much better record players with even more expensive needles.
