My Favorite Beatles Moment

It's been far too long since I've put something new up here. It's also been far too long since I've worshiped the Beatles in a public arena. Therefore, I bring you:

MY FAVORITE BEATLES MOMENT

It's kind of like those "What I Did on my Summer Vacation" papers we all had to write in school basically every year. Only it's not tedious. It's not boring. And unlike school (says the future teacher), people actually care about The Beatles.

Anyway, it all started at a little thing called Mountain Jam. Mountain Jam is basically where all the hippies get together and pay exorbitant amounts of money to get molested by security, sleep in tents, have those tents leak, and dance around in mud for three scorching days and three blisteringly cold nights. Admittedly, I wouldn't trade the experience for the world.

This year was no exception. Here we were, dust-laden hippies, twirling to the sounds of Michael Franti, when all of a sudden a booming voice comes over the loudspeaker (Is that you, G-d?): It looks like we're going to get a little rain.

In all of its Woodstock-esque glory, the voice was right. We all looked to the left of the field and saw a huge black wall coming ever-so-quickly in our direction. As the roadies scrambled desperately to cover the hoards of electronic equipment poised on stage, each its own little metal lighting rod, the hippies scampered to the woods (which is technically their natural habitat, anyway) and began to huddle as the monsoon rained all its monsoon glory down.

It was strangers stopping strangers just to shake their hands. Or rather, strangers clinging to strangers under a grove of trees because we were all convinced branches are waterproof.

PS. They're not.

Regardless, the storm soon passed and we all crawled out from our forest-y covers. As we made it back to the muddy field, a familiar intro began playing over the speakers, quietly then at full freaking blast: Here comes the sun, and I say, it's alright.

It was the single most perfect Beatles moment of my life. Here I was, twirling in the mud with my favorite hippie, to my favorite band, surrounded by others who understand that the real essence of life, no matter what your age, is learning to splash in the mud puddles after you all almost get electrocuted.

Well, maybe not electrocuted. But certainly wet as shit.

Therefore, if you've taken the time to read this, you should probably stop what you're doing, even if only for a moment, put on your favorite Beatles song, and bask in the glory of the best band ever. I promise you won't be disappointed.