That Was The Day…

Have you ever played the “If I could go back in time I would want to meet so-and-so” game?  Maybe you played the variation where you chose a historical event to see…or  where you assassinate a bad guy and save some people?

When this comes up in conversation, I think about The Beatles.  I would love to go back to when The Beatles were getting really big and see one of their concerts, watch the fans go crazy, and just soak it all up.  I would love to feel the electricity that was in the air.  The British Invasion!

Or, maybe I could be a fly on the wall of the church where John met Paul on July 6, 1957.  There is a placard on the wall of that church (St. Peter’s) with a quote from Lennon: “That was the day, the day that I met Paul, that it started moving.”

I recently traveled to Liverpool and went to St. Peter’s.  Of course, I was 55 years too late.  Still, I was in silent awe, just being there.  The place where these two met…the place where it “started moving.”  Wow.

In my opinion, that day was one of the most important in music history.

You don’t necessarily know when a moment like that is happening.  You don’t find out until later.  Maybe you feel it somewhere inside.  Maybe you don’t.  I feel this way about the book Dave Elliott and I wrote.  By no means would I ever say it’s going to have a Beatles-sized impact on the world.  I’m more than happy – I am ecstatic – if just a few people enjoy it.  But, for me, Fluke is that pivotal moment in my own history, when things began, when it started moving.