Is there anybody going to listen to my story....

I am a self-proclaimed music snob.

This past week, American Idol had it's contestant hopefuls singing Beatles songs. I couldn't handle it.

I was raised on the Fab Four. I'm not exaggerating. I spent hours, upon hours, upon hours listening to John, Paul, George and Ringo with my Dad. Examining the lyrics (sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come....?) memorizing every note and just appreciating the incredible connection these four artists made with the world.

I vividly remember being at a third grade friend's birthday party and instead of playing with the other kids, I was looking through her Dad's record collection. I then entertained her parents by reciting the lyrics to the most random songs they could throw at me.

This weekend, my favourite classic rock station had it's annual "Fabuary" weekend to recognize George Harrison's birthday (he would have been 68 on Friday)...as I listened to the songs, many of which (as cheesy as this sounds) serve as a soundtrack to many moments of my life, I can't help but feel "possessive" of these songs. Isn't that silly?

I guess that's why I hated the idea of a bunch of American Idol contestants singing "my songs".

Last summer I visited the mecca of all things Beatles. The music of this weekend got me a little nostalgic and had me re-visit my first love.

at Abbey Road

my fav lyric and contribution to the graffiti

all hail!