As things slow down, there is more room in my head in the mornings for songs. Yesterday morning was “Julia” by The Beatles.
I was 12 when I discovered the White Album; I swiped it from my dad’s collection and blasted it from my basement bedroom. I remember being transfixed by the juxtaposition of the avant-garde (“Revolution 9”) and the gentle acoustic songs like “Julia.”
The White Album was one of those albums that, as they say, changed my perspective on shit. In fact, “I Will” was played acoustic during our wedding ceremony.
