June 11th thru June 30th
Seems just like yesterday, I cracked open the plastic on the cover of album running rampant with a kaleidescope of images etched on its intriquing face.
I was residing on West Hill Drive in the suburb of the same name (Toronto) when I first cranked up the volume and full throttle soaked up all the mystical (magical) musings of Lennon & McCartney.
The rumor at the time of the album's release was that Paul was "dead" and that clues tucked away here 'n there (symbolically & otherwise) would confirm it.
One of the first ubran myths?
It inspired one of my early poems:
Tune in.
Tune out.
Shout!
Julian Ayrs
Chocolate Buddha
Collection of Poems
See 'ya there!
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