The glorious Beatles special is just over and I have to say - oh God I am so proud to have loved these musicians all my life, to have loved that one musician particularly, that beautiful man so relaxed, blissful, music radiating from his fingertips and illuminating the world. To see the enraptured audience of young and old sing and clap and dance, as I have so often at his concerts - joy joy joy. How lucky we are.
To hear the audience at the end howling and stamping, and - I can't help it - to think that I have written a memoir about being there at that time, being part of what happened to the world in 1964, and two fine, reputable Toronto publishers had not the slightest interest.
Sigh.
Prompts to begin: ten minutes of creative pause
3 hours ago
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