Archive: June, 2007
"I'll do the first leg," my father said hopefully, keys jingling in his leathery hand. He'd taught me to drive, about 35 years ago. I've had trouble relinquishing the wheel ever since.
"I didn't fly all the way to Florida so I could be a passenger," I announced.
I love how Philly.com has kept Dan DeLuca's Sgt. Pepper column high on the page for the past few days, but I think I have to disagree with my whipper-snapper of a colleague about the import of that Summer of Love classic.
Yes, I'd rate Rubber Soul and Revolver higher, as better music, when I listen to them today, when the songs pop up in lonely isolation on my shuffle and all that.
But what he doesn't get here is what impact this record had at the time. It was a mind blower.