Yesterday I did something I honestly never thought I’d do: I went to Liverpool.
Now for those of you that know me, you know I’m a Beatles fan. I don’t know every little story or fact or history nugget, I’m not quite that cray, but I am definitely one who has been changed for the better by the music of the Beatles. They’ve had a huge influence on my life and the way I view it and the way I hear and feel music.
So to go to the town where they grew up, the town where it all started, was moving beyond belief. For those of you who have been and have felt, you can empathize. SO MUCH of who we are comes from our childhood, so to stand on the stoops of their childhood homes, to walk down the alley ways where they played, to actually be behind the little shelter in the round about…it felt not only like I was connecting with Paul, John, George and Ringo’s childhood, but also my own. It was a magical walk down memory lane, or Penny Lane. Does that sound sappy? I don’t care. It is what it is. I am who I am.
Living with eyes closed is easy, People. It gets hard to be someone, but you know it all works out. There’s nothing really to get hungabout.
