When I was in single digits year wise. All of my first musical memories revolved around the Beatles. Specifically two albums, Help! and A Hard Day's Night. Those two albums were practically my nursery rhymes.
I remember being captivated by all of them. I remember watching music videos of them that my dad recorded on VHS and I was just hooked.
I fancied myself a drummer when I was a young chum, so I connected most with Ringo the most. I remember watching the movie Help! and realizing that he had this huge ring. So I had to go to the party store next door to me and by red ring pops, because they resembled that ring Ringo wore in the movie.
I always used to get my hair cut like them, I used to dress like them, I used to think I was them.
I even remember singing a Beatles song karaoke style at a bar in Frankenmuth when I was like 8. I was hardcore man.
That is why whenever I think of a song that makes me wish I was a rock star, I think back to my favorite Beatles song of my younger days. A song that I have sung and is documented on family film with a plastic guitar. A song that made me truly wish I was a rock star.
Sing along if you know it....
"It's been a Hard Day's Night..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cD4TAgdS_Xw
Everything about this song is perfect to a six-year-olds ears.
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