My Beatlemania experience was amazingly typical of millions of other kids in 1964. All I’d seen of them were some black and white news footage, a couple of photographs, and an article in Newsweek from the previous November showing them meeting the queen of England. During the month of January and into February, I would get home from school, go up to my bedroom and switch back and forth between the two radio stations we had that played “I Want To Hold Your Hand.” Once I heard the song on one station, I’d lock the dial into the other station until that station played the song as well. I added “She Loves You”, and “From Me to You” into the rotation and simply stared at the photo on paper sleeve my 45 rpm of “I Want To Hold Your Hand” and memorized everything I could about what I saw. . I had no idea who they were except they were from England, they had long hair combed over their foreheads, and I couldn’t get enough of their music. I first heard “I Want To Hold Your Hand” at a Friday night dance. I simply stood still and listened to the song. To this day I can’t articulate what I feel when I hear that song. Fifty years have gone by and it still excites me. From that moment until this moment I’ve been a Beatle fan. I never got within a hundred miles of any live show they did, I’ve never met any of them, but those four men influenced my entire life and my sense of art and communication more than anyone I’ve ever known.
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