When I was young, CDs didn’t exist. It was the age of vinyl. My friend Billy and I went through a Beatles phase, enticed by the stories of Paul’s death and the secret messages supposedly embedded in the Beatles later songs.
I’m not sure how old I was (maybe 12 or so), but whenever I hear Strawberry Fields, I’m back in Billy’s basement, the two of us hunched over a turntable, using the eraser end of a pencil to spin a Beatles album backwards, trying to hear it’s secrets.
I buried Paul…
Strawberry Fields, by The Beatles
What memories does this song make you think of?
