~ A little slice of my life ~
At my house there is a VERY important holiday coming up. It occurs every June, but this year it will be extra special because on this day a landmark will be reached. And no, it’s not my birthday, which lands on the very next day, I might add. The special day I’m talking about is June 18th, and in my world that day belongs to none other than Sir Paul McCartney, my all-time favorite performer. No one else even comes close. This year Paul turns 70.
Well, my daughter is 13. When she was in my womb all she heard were Beatles songs & when she was younger she loved their music. Then as she got older and her friends introduced her to other music, suddenly The Beatles, and Paul in particular, were “old.” They were “out of style, Mom, I mean, COME ON, GET WITH IT!” If I had a dollar for every time she has said that to me, … well, you get the picture.
How many times have you heard the saying, “don’t judge a book by its cover?” This lesson was truly brought home to me in the Star Wars movie, “Return of the Jedi,” when Luke and Darth Vadar finally came to terms and it all became apparent that poor Darth had been seduced by the dark side of the Force, suckered in, but at the very last moment he was redeemed and joined Obi-Wan and Yoda as a spirit guide and protector to Luke.
My daughter – like most kids – judges everyone by their appearance. When Paul released his latest CD, “Kisses on the Bottom” (a questionable title if there ever was one) that had nothing but “very old-timey crap music,” in my daughter’s words – well, that did it. Paul became an old fogey to her and I became a person who wouldn’t know a good band if they came and smacked me in the face.
All I can say is thank God for the broadcast of the concert for the Queen’s Jubilee. I told her to just HUMOR your poor old mom who clearly has no taste in music at all. Just sit here and watch ONE song by Paul, which was “All My Loving,” a Beatles classic. So, she humored me & sat there. She watched and she listened. When the song was done I gave her permission to leave.
Instead, she continued to sit there and watched and listened. When it was all over she turned to me with a smile and said, “Paul didn’t look old and he sure didn’t ACT old, either.” I told her, “age is a state of mind. If you allow it to age your mind, then your body is lost. But if you keep going and do all you’re physically capable of doing, just think of how much more you can accomplish with the time that’s been given to you.” My daughter smiled and said, “yeah, like Paul.” It was then my turn to smile as I replied, “yes, like Paul.” In my house we’re all on first-name basis with Paul.
So, today what is my child doing with nothing but time on her hands now that it’s her summer vacation from school? She’s playing on our XBox. Rock Band. To be more exact, BEATLES Rock Band.
Looks can be deceiving, friends. Never judge a book by its cover. Just because you assume something or someone is one way does not necessarily make it so. Lastly, there just ain’t no better music than The Beatles. ‘Nuf said.
Until Next Time, Wishing You All Many Blessings,
~ Nefer Khepri, Ph. D., R. M-T.
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The Magickal-Musings of Nefer Khepri, PhD 
Wonderful post. I was 19 years old when the Beatles made the change in the world society. Their style, their behaviour and the new music brought a new wave in the young teenagers. Just remember “Then the theatre went wild. First aid men and police – men in the stalls, women mainly in the balcony – taut and anxious, patrolled the aisles, one to every three rows.
Many girls fainted. Thirty were gently carried out, protesting in their hysteria, forlorn and wretched in an unrequited love for four lads who might have lived next door.
The stalls were like a nightmare March Fair. No one could remain seated. Clutching each other, hurling jelly babies at the stage, beating their brows, the youth of Britain’s second city surrendered themselves totally.”
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