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Today’s gonna be a Fab Four marathon here at the happy hovel as I prance around whipping up slop in the kitchen.

 

Magical Mystery Tour, which is isn’t my favorite Beatles album, was released 57 years ago yesterday; November 27th, 1967. Though it wasn’t the masterpiece that Sargent Pepper or the Rubber Soul/Revolver duo were (I consider the latter two a double album separated by 8 months; their best, IMHO), Magical Mystery Tour left a magical impression on my adolescent psyche. Because it served as the exclamation point for what turned out to be the absolute best year of my then-fifteen year old life: 1967

 

January: The Human Be-In in Golden Gate Park, which set the stage for the Summer of Love (I didn’t get to go, but it motivated me nonetheless).

 

March-May: My first girlfriend; Mary something, first kiss, first acid trip, first encounter with the Contra Costa County Sheriff. 🙄

 

May: Sargent Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band was released. It change EVERYTHING. 

 

That Spring: free concerts in Golden Gate Park by the Grateful Dead, Jimi Hendrix in the Panhandle, etc. Hendrix… for FREE!! We just walked right up and sat our asses down.

 

June: Monterey Pop. I went with my friends Kit and Barbara; the first time I saw Janis Joplin, the ONLY time I ever saw the Who, Simon and Garfunkel, Mamas and Papas, Otis Redding, the Byrds, Buffalo Springfield, etc.

 

July: the Yardbirds played in Danville, literally just down the street from our house. (Got to kinda/sorta meet Jimmy Page).

 

August-November: Regular Friday night pilgrimages into the City to go to the Fillmore, Winterland and the Avalon. We didn’t even check to see who was scheduled first. If we didn’t like who was on the marquee at one venue, we’d drive on until we found one that appealed to us. Kit’s brother Robert always played chauffeur, as none of us were old enough to drive yet.

 

December 9th: Kit and I flew down to Los Angeles to visit our friend Barbara for a week. Went to several concerts while there. Every time you’d turned on the radio, it was a track from the newly issued Magical Mystery Tour. Which is why that album is imprinted in my head with *those* particular friends in *that* particular place at *that* particular time. Every time I hear “I am the Walrus,” I’m there. 🤩

 

Flew home on the 16th. The fourth member of our crew, Terry, froze to death at Lake Tahoe two days later, bringing sobriety to us in an instant.

 

Kit was killed in a car crash in the mid ‘70s, his brother Robert died from AIDS a few years later, Barbara died from breast cancer several years ago.

 

So it’s just me and my magical memories of the best goddamn year EVER. 1967. They don’t make years like that anymore. 🎶 

 

(In contrast, 1968 kinda’ sucked)

 

Anywho, sorry for the catharsis. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! 😃

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