I believe in everything

Grew up listening to the Beatles, thanks to my brother who is 7 years my senior. It seems like their music was always playing in the forefront and in the background. I would sit there with the record sleeve following each lyric as if it were gospel and now that I think of it the Beatles were probably my first music idol worship. I bombarded my brother Carlos with questions like: “Who is Edgar Allen Poe?” (I’m Am the Walrus) and “What’s the Albert Hall?” (A Day in The Life). Carlos would sometimes be square with me and tell me the truth, other times I’m sure he fed me a bunch of rubbish, I was after all his “pesky” 7 year old little sister. Hey, his fault for introducing me to this intriguing music. I remember marveling over the Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Heart Club’s Band record cover, Abbey Road’s mysterious picture of the four lads crossing that immortalized crosswalk and discussing each of their different outfits and the significance they played in that old rumor that Paul was dead. I remember in 4th grade one of the Sisters at my school was teaching us Let It Be and when I came home singing the lyrics, Carlos was horrified. He was horrified because I was claiming the song as mine so to speak, singing it loud and proud! He eventually got over it. We moved to Mexico and The Beatles were gods there, I often translated songs for my friends and we would spend hours wearing out the grooves on our LPs! My friend Veronica could play most of their songs on guitar and I was quite impressed. Coming back to the US five years later we still had our Beatles record collection intact though the record covers were definitely showing their age and the inner sleeves were becoming a bit tattered, handled with love and respect I suspect Carlos may have these forever. I bought Double Fantasy when it came out in the Summer of 1980 and welcomed (Just Like) Starting Over", as well as "Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)" and "Woman" as some of my favorite John Lennon compositions. On December 8, 1980 I received a call at work, it was my brother Carlos, he told me that John Lennon had been shot and killed. I thought he was lying, I thought he was trying to freak me out. It took him about 10 minutes to convince me that it was the truth. I turned on one of the radios in my department and to my dismay the news was confirmed. I just realized this second that John Lennon came “alive” in my world because of words from my brother Carlos, and coming full circle, I learned of John Lennon’s departure from this realm through the same messenger.
I miss John
I miss George

I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?
John Lennon