Help!
I've written before about how much I like this silly Beatles movie. Last night, though, for no reason I can recall, I flashed on two songs from the film that affected me greatly at the time--and that still touch me.
You see, though I was only ten when I saw Help!, I was already having crushes on girls and convinced I was deeply in love with each one. None of those crushes turned out well, however. Being ten didn't help, of course, but neither did the fact that I was a poor, crewcut-wearing, overweight nerd with almost no filter between my brain and my mouth.
After a couple of deeply embarrassing fiascos, I decided the Beatles had been right to advise me to keep my love to myself, as they do so winningly here.
They also showed that they knew what would happen when I didn't.
Ah, hell, now I'm in a DJ mood. Fall is here, and as summer fades in the rearview mirror and romance wafts through my mind, I can't help but play this Bruce tune for you.
And that's enough, because I could do this all night, but real work beckons.
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Goodness, memories of childhood flood over me when I hear the Beatles. I also saw Help! and fell hopelessly in love with Paul. Well, that was until Davy Jones came along and stole my heart. Not that the Monkees were a better band, but he was short and more my height. I had my first innocent kiss while listening to "Day Tripper". Thanks for the walk down memory lane.
I'm glad you enjoyed it, Michelle.
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