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It happened fifty years ago, tonight.
The neighbor woman, Mrs. Macula, had heard that I liked to fix "gadgets" so she gave to my Mom who gave to me a shirt-pocket Rosscorder RE-44, a magnetic tape recorded that used 3-inch reels (a person's shirt pocket had to be very big and very sturdy to carry one of these). On February 9, 1964, I was very proud of myself owing to the fact that had just refurbished this remarkable consumer product and I was eager to give it a real try-out. So I decided to park myself in front of the family's Sylvania Halolight television and record something significant. I knew that the Ed Sullivan Show was scheduled for that evening. I was hoping for the usual marionette-mouse-in-a-box (Topo Gigio) or the sock puppet make by Señor Wences. What happened was entirely accidental and fortuitous, as I will explain. Ed announced a rock music band call The Beatles. What's that, I wondered? But I started the recorder into recording. My Mom could even be heard, during play-back, to ask, "what's that?" She was referring, of course, to the somewhat unorthodox appearance of the musicians on-stage. I did not want to reply mindful of not ruining the continuity of the audio recording,
The next morning, I climbed onto the school bus and took my usual seat, far from any of the other kids. I overheard conversation among the teenage and pre-teen girls about the previous evening's television performance. There seemed to be some interest, among them, about these "Beatles". So, always being interested in teenage girls, I decided to take another seat closer to the conversations and play my audio recording. Well, the screams were so loud and enthusiastic that the bus driver stopped at the side of the road, walked to the back of the bus and demanded to know what in Heaven was going on. "It's the Beatles", Monica Bayoric exclaimed, using still her half-screaming voice. "Well, stop that screaming," said the driver. But it couldn't be helped. Evey time I switched the tape player on, it started all over again. I did, in fact, spend the entire day explaining to teachers, coaches, and bewildered jocks what the Beatles were all about. I really did not understand but I pretended. All I knew is that if it got girls excited, it was OK with me.
It was an evening to remember. It has been an era of popular music to remember.
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