I had a cousin (yes, Estee, another tale of long ago. Blame Puffy for my wave of nostalgia) ), a girl cousin, who at that time of my life basically led me through the world of (then) contemporary music. She was into Harry Belafonte, and I listened to him and liked his music.

Then she discovered the Beatles, and so I had to listen to them. I thought how appropriately smart it was for a music group to call themselves the Beatles, spelling it like "Beat-les" instead of "Beet-les", and wearing their hair in to resemble beetles. Multi-layered entendres.

But I didn’t particularly care for their music. I was into rock and roll, and their "I want to hold your hand" was all over the airways, as was “She loves you Yeah yeah yeah!” and I thought both were amateurish, something an aspiring garage band might come up with as a first effort. Mostly chords. After all, writing a love song about the angst of wanting to hold a girls hand was pretty shallow, I thought. She loves you” sounded more like a school yard taunt than a love long, and was also pretty shallow.

Admittedly, and objectively, most Rock and Roll of the time was not much better.

But their song writing matured in a major way. 45s gave way to albums, and each album was better than the last. Then when John recorded his last, well, that was to me the masterpiece. None of the Beatle’s previous or subsequent music was equal to that stunning high water mark.

I watched part of it (the Olympics are on too), and I enjoyed the nostalgia. Ringo was a loveable goofball. The audience was very elitist though, invitation only? Did Joe Walsh have a set? I would like to have seen it if he did. Majorly expensive ticket prices?