I’m two days late with this:
http://www.nationalreview.com/corner/439496/fifty-years-ago-today-last-beatles-concert
But I don’t want to let such a culturally significant date go completely unmentioned.
It’s always saddened me that I never saw the Beatles in concert. I did see B. B. King; the Rolling Stones; the Byrds; Cream; Iron Butterfly; Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young; and a lot of others. “Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, but to be young was very heaven!”
Still, though, I wish I’d seen the Beatles.
Of course, particularly from that Stones concert, I can understand why the Beatles gave up live performances: The noise around me there in Long Beach was deafening; teenage girls on every side screamed through the entire concert, probably not hearing a word Mick Jagger sang . (I don’t get it. I didn’t get it then, either.)
And when John Lennon was murdered, I realized that a significant part of my youth went with him, in a way.
Oh well.