The papers are beginning to fill up with more nostalgia crap about the Beatles and Sgt. Pepper (it is amusing that everything seems to be duodecimal) -- 20 years ago, 40 years, 64. Fiftieth anniversaries are nothing it seems (first meeting of Johnny and the Moondogs, perhaps?).

I succumb. My even more Beatle obsessed friend hitchicked illegally from school to bring the album back and we sat in the dorm with our little crappy record player and played it about ten times the first day, and tried to figure out the lyrics (hard to read on the back), but who ever heard of putting out lyrics on the album?

Except for "A Day in the Life" it was never my favourite Beatles album. They had me at "She Loves You" -- and thinking back, the most revolutionary moment for me was the cover of Rubber Soul.

There, I did it, I said it, and I'm proud.

yours,

Peter T.