Narcissist that I am, I should have expected it; the anniversary of John Lennon’s death really drove my new age home to me, with all the “Thirty years ago today” blog posts. Either someday I’ll star in my own gothic novel, or someone will smack me. Or maybe both!
My earliest Beatle memories are of Hey Jude, Lady Madonna and Old Brown Shoe, none of which are John songs. So I’ll do a compromise and post the one I remember listening to as a kid:
Okay, then. Back to me.
*GET IT? Well, A. will, I guess.