I'm cooking dinner tonight- my famous spaghetti bolognese. My mum is making HOMEMADE TIRAMISU!!! and made me help, which given the likelihood of me eating most of it, is fair enough.
I shoved on one of my Beatles' Capitol Recordings CDs I got for Crimbo- a set of CDs of the records released for the US market that were different to the UK ones- Meet The Beatles, Beatles 65, etc.
First off was the stuff usually heard on Beatles For Sale: No Reply, Baby's In Black... then I switched to another and shoved track nine on.
It was 'I'm Happy Just To Dance With You' and I had the strongest memory of the first time I heard it. The strongest memory of something that's been bugging me lately: The moment I fell in love with George above the other three. It was the first time I watched A Hard Day's Night, roughly 20secs after being given the video by my dad. I loved John's clowning around of course, his 'He's a swine' stuff.
But of all the songs in that film, none hit me like 'I'm Happy Just To Dance With You'. Nothing. I loved it, and I loved the man singing it. At that moment, it became the song that represented the way I wanted love to be. It was the moment that George elevated himself above the other three. I didn't entirely notice at the time, thinking that John Lennon must be such a genius, but the die was cast because I listened to that song above all the others. I made my keyboard teacher teach it to me from my book, despite it being completely unsuitable for keyboard. I have loved it since the moment I heard it, and I have loved the man who sings it since the moment I heard it.
Funny how some of the most important moments seemed quite insignificant at the time. Funny that the recollection should come the day after the man himself's birthday. Funny, but marvellous.