Outside when the Grade 6 party was in full swing, the song that stands out in my memory was not the A side of the 45 vinyl, but the B side.
I fell in love with the Beatles backwards, when, as a teenager, I discovered my father’s old vinyl copy of Abbey Road - the last album they recorded. From the first shuffling beats of Come Together, I was hooked.
The news spread quickly — the newest Beatles’ album was out, and they were going to play it full blast.
Get to know your neighbours, I thought, stepping back. ‘Grab a chair,’ I said before remembering I didn’t have any yet.
I love my son’s tattoos. The latest addition is the word 'imagine' on his right upper arm.
Despite my stage fright, a dodgy monitor and a handful of fluffed lines, my little trio are sharp enough and together enough to sound OK.
In Hamlet, Polonius says to his son: Neither a borrower nor a lender be/For loan oft loses both itself and friend
One of my strongest memories is the pure joy we got out of making each other laugh. Belly laughs that happened while you hung upside down on the monkey bars were even more hilarious.
“The White Album,” my son said one night. “Fair bit of filler on it. But I’m keen to learn more about George Harrison.”
Chris Mangan Maternity ward, Melbourne 1964 It would be hard not to think of The Beatles upon hearing the perfect chord that introduces the song A Hard Day’s Night, the perfect chord to symbolise a worldwide phenomenon, and the perfect fanfare for a newborn life in Melbourne 1964.