“Would you believe in a love at first sight?” “Yes, I’m certain that it happens all the time.” “What do you see when you turn out the light?” “I can’t tell you, but I know it’s mine.” Once in a while, you need a “Beatles day” – and Sunday was one of those days. One of those days where you get oh-so-thankfully lost in these truly magical albums that remind you that so much that you hold dear, musically, traces directly back to the Fab Four. The Beatles aren’t a cure-all; rather, their sad-happy songs are moments – or hours – of honest commiseration, with hints and promises of better days ahead.
