Now and Then
I think to the very end, despite the stratospheric heights that they ascended, Paul and John were little boys with broken hearts desperately in search of the ghosts of their mothers. At their peak as their maturity evolved at a lightening pace both visually and audibly, they knew how to wrap sadness in a shiny, melodic package. They understood profound loss yet knew how to paint their masterpieces with brush strokes of melodic hope. They were conjoined at the heart which is why they fought like spurned lovers. They were what Europe needed after being obliterated by the war and what America needed after the Kennedy assassination. They initially seduced us with a handclapping fuel of joy and cheekiness. How ironic that that learned their trade in of all places, Germany where there was a darkness at the edge of town. We, who were there in the day, revered them because to us their music was a sermon at the church of what's happening now. We were reborn because of them and the