The Beatles are woven into the fabric of my being. I started forming a taste in music at a pretty young age. By 1967, when I was nine, I had opinions. These opinions were colored by my peer group, 93 KHJ a Los Angeles radio station that wasn't particularly daring and television. I was a big fan of The Monkees. I liked specific songs generally more than groups.
That year we had the Summer of Love here in the US and I sort of got it, but not completely. The sexuality associated with it all was a total mystery to me. But I caught the vibe, as it were, and was down with peace, love and understanding as far as I understood the concepts. My aunt Beverly encouraged me in this. She was a hippy, full blown, and was attending UCLA. She wasn't a space cadet, no, she was very intelligent and could articulate concepts that were over my head in ways I could more or less get. She bought the Sgt. Pepper's album for me. It was the first rock album I owned. Up until then I had only acquired singles. '45s' we called them. Sgt. Pepper's was a big deal for me at the time.