Dead Grotty

I received a DVD copy of “A Hard Days Night” for my birthday last week and finally got around to watching it tonight. Back when I was growing up you were either The Beatles fan or a Roling Stones fan, but rarely both. I liked The Beatles. In junior high school I wanted to be one of them, I wore pointy boots and grew my hair into a mop top. I bought all their records and practiced a Liverpoolian accent behind the closed door of my bedroom. No matter how good their music was, if they were just breaking into the business now, they’d have a rough go of it. At least until they could get their teeth fixed. George’s were dead grotty.