“They should make a joint so big it fits across America and everybody smoke it.” – Dude tailgating before Judas Priest show in Heavy Metal Parking Lot. “Super Bowl tailgating commences now.” – Kristy & Mandy Jo

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Redditor mehtulupurazz writes about his love for The Beatles : “You know how I know I am human? The Beatles. Nothing on this planet can make me cry like John, Paul, George, and Ringo. I’m an 18 year old, long haired, stud and chain wearing metalhead, and I bawl my eyes out every time at “And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.” Not a single thing on planet Earth makes me feel more alive – more in touch with myself – than the unison of these four men, although part of me finds it silly to call them such a simple term. I listen to Rubber Soul or Abbey Road and it is proof to me that God, or something beyond our comprehension, exists. I’m sure I sound like a lunatic at this point. I’m not saying I don’t believe in coincidence, but what was created between four kids from Liverpool was beyond musical chemistry – it was something greater, something transcendental. And the fact that their voices can reach this 18 year old and touch it the same way my father reminisces he felt, many decades before I was born – and still to this day feels – baffles me. Recently I moved across the country for college, and my parents came to help me move. We brought our copy of The Beatles In Mono, which was our present for my father’s recent 55th birthday. Those long nights driving will forever be among my fondest memories. With my mother asleep in the back, my dad and I listened to endless hours of our box set. We shared cries from numerous Beatles songs. I heard You Know My Name (Look Up The Number) for the first time, and we both were laughing so hard we awoke my mom. My dad shared early memories with me, such as the first time he ever heard Paperback Writer. His gradeschool friend got the single and really wanted to show my dad but his friend was grounded. They devised this plan of my dad hiding in the bushes outside his friend’s open window, and his friend blared the song for my father to hear. The power the music had on us is proof of true beauty in whatever cynical view of the world you or I may have. I listened to John Lennon’s Plastic Ono Band album tonight on my way home driving, and while it may not be The Beatles, I believe this is relevant enough to include. At the end of God I broke down. Not just cried. Tears were pouring down my face. It’s insane to think of music – simply the pleasant vibrations of air waves – completely filling every inch of your soul until it has nowhere else to go but to pour out your tear ducts. John may have had some extreme demons he fought throughout his life (his ‘Lost Weekend’ comes to mind), but there is not a single more touching, real soul I believe to have ever lived. Not anyone with the idealism he contained. Not anyone willing to go on record and show the world their naked feelings – their everything – like Lennon did on that Plastic Ono Band album. I hope that my friends, regardless of if they enjoy The Beatles like I do, can begin to understand why I am so passionate about them – why I bug them all on Facebook with lyrics and videos and songs. And if I could experience any time in all of history, it would without a second’s hesitation be to experience the rise of Beatlemania in the flesh.” Next week I’ll post his quote on our brunch. Stay tuned.

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