The Beatles are my favorite. I collect studio recordings of them talking and playing music. Mostly talking, laughing, and fighting. Ive got one where George quits the band. They are playing something acoustic, George says he wants to quit the band. John ask kind of sarcasticly "Oh yea, when you gonna do it?" and George says now, and leaves in the middle of the session.

After seeing The Beatles on Ed Sullivan, which my parents made sure I came and watched, I told them I wanted to play drums, could I please take lessons and get a drum set? I was 5 at the time. Very bravely, they said yes. My lessons started that week, and my first drum set appeared for Christmas, black pearl finish, just like Ringo.

Late next summer we took an extended camping trip as a family vacation. We were somewhere in Wisconsin or Iowa (can't really remember which) when we were advised that we had to evacuate the campground due to a tornado warning. So we headed on into town to wait it out in the movie theater. After we'd sat through three showings of Help! we'd forgotten all about the tornadoes. And ever since then, every time I see people curling I can help but think to myself, "It's a fiendish thingie!"

Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.