My mother can recall the time when she was the biggest Beatle fan anyone can imagine. Having made a scrapbook dedicating the Beatles, she must have enjoyed listening to the radio when a new song of theirs came on the transistor, the news that came on the television about their ‘invasion’ to America, the loves reported in their lives and sadly, the losses they had to endure. In my opinion, she was in the center of the greatest generation ever when it came to music. So many of us can agree with that statement.
Fast forward to 2008. Being of sound-mind and a Metalhead to this very day, the music that I actually listen to is absolutely ‘nothing’ like the Beatles. The deepness of Goth Metal and the speed of the crunchy guitar gets my blood to a boil every time. I say “Fast forward to 2008” because that was the earliest I can remember walking into my teenaged daughter’s room and noticing posters of the Fab Four plastered on her walls and ceiling. I asked her why she couldn’t stay in her own generation in being a fan, inevitably upsetting her with my gruffness. Why would she want to do something like that?? I mean, she even agrees that the music of today is nothing but grunts and clips of music from the past. Why wouldn’t she love the past generation of music? For those who know her, she is merely a Beatles ‘fan of today’. But I know her as the baby I had given birth to on Ringo Starr’s birthday.
I was surfing around on the internet and found a lovely little blog of someone else that has the same problem as I had when she was younger. You should really take a look.