365 project "ahhh, look at all the lonely people."

113.

artist:the Beatles
album:1

this is the only Beatles album i own. I'm not entirely sure why i even own this one as i rarely listen to it. to be totally and perfectly honest, I'm not a Beatles fan. i don't get all nuts and turn their stuff off when it comes on the radio, and i don't mind listening to it, really, i just don't ever find myself going out of my way to put on a Beatles album...to the point that i don't really own any.

wait, I'm lying about this being the only Beatles album i own. i am pretty sure that "let it be...naked" is sitting on my CD rack, still in its shrinkwrap.

at any rate, my feelings towards the beatles weren't always so indifferent. though the song in which this story relates is not actually on this particular CD, I'm going to share it because this is likely the only chance ill get in this project, and its very important in the story of who i am and my love for music.


when i was very small, we are talking three or four here, i was totally unable to use the cable box. of course, in those days, there were toggle switches and dials and all sorts of funky things on the box, and they were a bit daunting for a child. i actually found a picture of one on the Internet, because you can find a picture of everything on the Internet.

anyway, i didn't care much for TV, so the fact that i couldn't really master that stupid box didn't bother me much. i knew how to find MTV, and that was all that mattered. mom found the smurfs for me on Saturday mornings.

i did, however, know how to properly play a record. i learned how to use a record player very early in life, and had a few of my own records. my favorite, though, was Sgt pepper's lonely hearts club band. i can remember being probably three years old, setting up my great-grandma-knitted blanket on the floor, putting this record on, and "dancing" (re:spinning in circles until i fell down) to "Lucy in the sky with diamonds."

there are no pictures of this, at least that i know of, for me to have "remembered" these days from photographs. i was little, and my mom was either as big as a house carrying twins or dealing with twin newborns and preggers again with my baby brother. at any rate, while i was far from neglected, i did have to find ways to entertain myself sometimes, and i did.

i think that growing up in a house where music was so prevalent and learning to use the record player before the cable box (though i was never allowed to touch the reel-to-reel) are absolutely the reasons that i am so invested in music these days. these were the things that mattered to me before i even knew what it meant to matter.