She Came In Through The Bathroom Window

In a past life, I told all 8 of you reading this that I had dreams of a girl from MI. Don't believe me? Check out the last paragraph here... (http://wealldoitthesame.blogspot.com/2010/07/road-to-restaurateur-and-being-on-brink.html). In the end, I did meet a girl from MI. Over the course of six months and four secret weekends, I met said girl. Unfortunately, she was not the girl from the dreams. Call me naive, but I really thought I knew what I was getting myself into. I still believe this person is out there, though she doesn't reside in the slums of Grand Rapids.
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I've been listening to lots of different music recently, discovering and re-discovering classics and new favorites. I was having a conversation with someone about a month ago about an emotional attachment, (or lack thereof) to music and lyrics. The music I listen to has been a huge part of my life for as long as I can remember. I always grew up thinking everyone was like this. Maybe they weren't scribbling the lines to 'Mother' on their bedroom walls, but I thought everyone loved music? I guess I have to thank Dad for bringing us up right.

With that said, I recently had an out of body experience with my CD player, a grande Starbucks iced coffee, and a 2003 RSX. See, I like the Beatles, a lot. Actually, the Beatles may have been the first band I ever heard. I've always been pretty familiar with most of their music, without actually owning a lot of the LP's. A few weeks ago on a whim, I bought the 2009 re-master of Abbey Road, and went for a drive. I tend to do this when I need to wind down, and forget about everything else.

It was the first time I had ever listened to the album in its entirety. Side One was very good, as I already pretty familiar with the tunes on there. Actually, to be fair, I really only bought it because "I Want You (She's So Heavy)" and "Here Comes The Sun" were missing from my iTunes library.

Side Two was something else though. From the minimal research I had done, I already knew that Side Two played through as one melody, so it was something I was anticipating. Between all of the questions and answers I was searching for during that drive down Boylston, the Fab Four somehow answered all of them. As the album progressed and different things raced through my mind, everything about Paul's lyrics spoke to me like no one had before. It evoked so many different emotions somehow all simultaneously. By the time the reprise from "Carry That Weight" looped back to "You Never Give Me Your Money", and segued directly into "The End", I lost it. This is a timeless record, and a new staple.

Thank You.


Oh yeah, all right
Are you going to be in my dreams
Tonight?

And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make.
-Paul McCartney