So I follow a guy that tottaly a Beatles' freak and I love all hiw tweet. Somehow I fall in love with him through his tweet about all those marvel comics and john lennon thingy and I love his tattoo.
But what I'm gonna write today is not about him, but about The Beatles. Since I follow him, I started to listening all of those Beatles songs again. Downloading some of the song that I didn't have in my blackberry. And today I download many of their song. And what shows up in my mind was my dad, my previous happy family. Before it ruins out.
I remember how my dad influence my taste of songs. I love almost every songs that dad heard. I love every songs that made me dad and mom sing and dance together. I love when dad played the cassete of scorpions or beatles or deep purple while my little sister yelled at us that the songs was tottaly horrible in her ears. I missed the time I asked dad what title of songs I've heard and dad seems thinking so hard to remember the title because he also forget the title. I miss when I finally search the title by write down the lyrics and googling and finally download it and let dad or mom heard the songs and they smile because they finally remember the title.
I miss that time.
Thanks Beatles for letting me fly to that past memories even just for a while and in a blurry view.