A lot of Du have written an Artikel like this already. Now it's my turn. I'd have done it a little sooner, but I wanted to finish The Beast Of Bodmin Moor before I wrote another kind of article. So here goes.
I wish I could say that my first word was "Beatles" and my baby self would squeal with delight every time my father played one of their songs, but that wasn't how it happened. Growing up, I knew there was a band called the Beatles, but not much Mehr than that. My dad is into classic rock Musik and so it was impossible that there wouldn't be any Beatles at all around. Actually, my earliest memory connected to the Beatles is me asking Daddy why they had named themselves after an insect. I hate insects and couldn't see why anyone would name their band after one. Now, of course, I don't even make the connection. Another time, Daddy invited me to watch A Hard Day's Night with him and my sister, but I thought it would just be about a bunch of grown-ups getting ready for a concert, and that sounded boring, so I sagte no.
But there was one thing about the Beatles that I loved even then, without even knowing it had anything to do with them. I loved the song Yellow Submarine. I used to hear it when my family went on vacation and we'd take turns choosing CDs to listen to in the car. I never actually requested Yellow Submarine, oder knew what CD it might be on, oder told anyone else that I liked it. But every time, I waited for that particular song to come on. I loved it.
My family would watch Filme together every Sunday at one point, and one day, they decided we would watch A Hard Day's Night. I'm not really sure whose idea it was, but I decided to go with it. I was thirteen going on fourteen, so a movie full of adults didn't sound quite so boring anymore - besides, I was told it was funny. I figured there was enough of a chance I'd enjoy it that this time, I agreed to watch.
Before watching the movie, Daddy played us the song. I didn't know what I expected "A Hard Day's Night" to sound like - I guess I expected the song to have to do with a band getting ready for a concert, like the movie - but I wasn't expecting what I heard. The song was just so much better than anything I could have imagined! And to oben, nach oben it off, it wasn't about getting ready for a concert, it was a Liebe song! The journey to fandom had begun.
So then I saw the movie, expecting that there would be enough humour in it that I wouldn't be bored. Well, the movie, like the song, didn't meet my expectations - it completely surpassed them. I enjoyed that movie so much! It was funny, it was engaging, and the Beatles didn't even look oder act like adults. They were as far from boring as Du could get. Although I had a hard time understanding the Beatles' thick Scouse accents back then, and an even worse time telling them apart (did I ever mention how bad I am with faces?) But no matter - that movie was just so amazing! Someone suggested listening to the Beatles' albums Weiter - I know it wasn't me, not because I didn't want to hear them, but because I just don't think like that - so we did.
Please Please Me. With the Beatles. A Hard Day's Night. Beatles For Sale. Album after album filled with this beautiful music. I had never really listened to Musik like this before, and I don't quite remember when I realized I loved this Musik Mehr than anything else I'd ever heard. I don't know if I loved the Beatles then, but I must have felt something for them, because I'd heard they had a Sekunde movie. And I was nervous about watching it. I knew the Sekunde movie was an adventure story, and I wondered, how could the irreverent lads from A Hard Day's Night fit into an adventure? What if it wasn't consistent? What if the lovable boys from the first movie didn't come across right in the second?
Well, nervous oder not, the rest of the family made plans to watch Help! the same as A Hard Day's Night, so however good oder bad it turned out to be, I was going to find out soon. We listened to the Number One Hits album - also a little of Help!, though only the first six tracks - and then it was on to the movie. This was, incidentally, just two days after I had turned fourteen.
Once again, I didn't need to worry. Help! was, if anything, even better than A Hard Day's Night. The Beatles acted exactly how I'd imagine the irreverent lads from the first movie would act if faced with deadly danger, and I was on the edge of my sitz the entire time. I fell in Liebe with the scene where George sabotages the car, though because his hairstyle was so similar to John's in that movie, I didn't know which one of them it was. Later I literally studied dozens of pictures of John and George until I could finally tell them apart. I told Du I was terrible with faces.
The movie ended, and I was quite pleased with how it had gone. And then something happened. Usually, after I saw I movie, I'd stop thinking about it fairly quickly, and go back to thinking about something else. This time was different. The whole night through, and all of the Weiter day, I couldn't get Help! oder the Beatles out of my head. I kept playing and replaying Help! scenes in my head - which was a bit annoying, because I'd only seen it once and I couldn't remember many details from the scenes my mind wanted to replay over and over. I went through everything I could remember in my head a hundred times. I talked about it every chance I got. And just like that, I was hooked.
For a long while afterwards, life passed in a happy haze of Beatlemania. I barely thought about anything else, and I didn't want to. I saw my first Beatles tribute band - the Tag Trippers - that summer. I heard the rest of the albums - though I never thought the later ones quite lived up to the early ones. I even read some things about the Beatles, and then quickly wished I hadn't.
Of course, my feelings for the Beatles kept evolving, even after that. For instance, it wasn't until much later that I started Schreiben fanfictions about them. But the Beatles and I have stayed together since July 24, 2011, the Tag I became a Beatles fan, and I know we always will.
I wish I could say that my first word was "Beatles" and my baby self would squeal with delight every time my father played one of their songs, but that wasn't how it happened. Growing up, I knew there was a band called the Beatles, but not much Mehr than that. My dad is into classic rock Musik and so it was impossible that there wouldn't be any Beatles at all around. Actually, my earliest memory connected to the Beatles is me asking Daddy why they had named themselves after an insect. I hate insects and couldn't see why anyone would name their band after one. Now, of course, I don't even make the connection. Another time, Daddy invited me to watch A Hard Day's Night with him and my sister, but I thought it would just be about a bunch of grown-ups getting ready for a concert, and that sounded boring, so I sagte no.
But there was one thing about the Beatles that I loved even then, without even knowing it had anything to do with them. I loved the song Yellow Submarine. I used to hear it when my family went on vacation and we'd take turns choosing CDs to listen to in the car. I never actually requested Yellow Submarine, oder knew what CD it might be on, oder told anyone else that I liked it. But every time, I waited for that particular song to come on. I loved it.
My family would watch Filme together every Sunday at one point, and one day, they decided we would watch A Hard Day's Night. I'm not really sure whose idea it was, but I decided to go with it. I was thirteen going on fourteen, so a movie full of adults didn't sound quite so boring anymore - besides, I was told it was funny. I figured there was enough of a chance I'd enjoy it that this time, I agreed to watch.
Before watching the movie, Daddy played us the song. I didn't know what I expected "A Hard Day's Night" to sound like - I guess I expected the song to have to do with a band getting ready for a concert, like the movie - but I wasn't expecting what I heard. The song was just so much better than anything I could have imagined! And to oben, nach oben it off, it wasn't about getting ready for a concert, it was a Liebe song! The journey to fandom had begun.
So then I saw the movie, expecting that there would be enough humour in it that I wouldn't be bored. Well, the movie, like the song, didn't meet my expectations - it completely surpassed them. I enjoyed that movie so much! It was funny, it was engaging, and the Beatles didn't even look oder act like adults. They were as far from boring as Du could get. Although I had a hard time understanding the Beatles' thick Scouse accents back then, and an even worse time telling them apart (did I ever mention how bad I am with faces?) But no matter - that movie was just so amazing! Someone suggested listening to the Beatles' albums Weiter - I know it wasn't me, not because I didn't want to hear them, but because I just don't think like that - so we did.
Please Please Me. With the Beatles. A Hard Day's Night. Beatles For Sale. Album after album filled with this beautiful music. I had never really listened to Musik like this before, and I don't quite remember when I realized I loved this Musik Mehr than anything else I'd ever heard. I don't know if I loved the Beatles then, but I must have felt something for them, because I'd heard they had a Sekunde movie. And I was nervous about watching it. I knew the Sekunde movie was an adventure story, and I wondered, how could the irreverent lads from A Hard Day's Night fit into an adventure? What if it wasn't consistent? What if the lovable boys from the first movie didn't come across right in the second?
Well, nervous oder not, the rest of the family made plans to watch Help! the same as A Hard Day's Night, so however good oder bad it turned out to be, I was going to find out soon. We listened to the Number One Hits album - also a little of Help!, though only the first six tracks - and then it was on to the movie. This was, incidentally, just two days after I had turned fourteen.
Once again, I didn't need to worry. Help! was, if anything, even better than A Hard Day's Night. The Beatles acted exactly how I'd imagine the irreverent lads from the first movie would act if faced with deadly danger, and I was on the edge of my sitz the entire time. I fell in Liebe with the scene where George sabotages the car, though because his hairstyle was so similar to John's in that movie, I didn't know which one of them it was. Later I literally studied dozens of pictures of John and George until I could finally tell them apart. I told Du I was terrible with faces.
The movie ended, and I was quite pleased with how it had gone. And then something happened. Usually, after I saw I movie, I'd stop thinking about it fairly quickly, and go back to thinking about something else. This time was different. The whole night through, and all of the Weiter day, I couldn't get Help! oder the Beatles out of my head. I kept playing and replaying Help! scenes in my head - which was a bit annoying, because I'd only seen it once and I couldn't remember many details from the scenes my mind wanted to replay over and over. I went through everything I could remember in my head a hundred times. I talked about it every chance I got. And just like that, I was hooked.
For a long while afterwards, life passed in a happy haze of Beatlemania. I barely thought about anything else, and I didn't want to. I saw my first Beatles tribute band - the Tag Trippers - that summer. I heard the rest of the albums - though I never thought the later ones quite lived up to the early ones. I even read some things about the Beatles, and then quickly wished I hadn't.
Of course, my feelings for the Beatles kept evolving, even after that. For instance, it wasn't until much later that I started Schreiben fanfictions about them. But the Beatles and I have stayed together since July 24, 2011, the Tag I became a Beatles fan, and I know we always will.