Back in the U.S.S.R.

On the way to work Back in the U.S.S.R. came on the radio, wow, that brought back memories. I loved the Beatles, they were my favorite. I mean who did not want to grow up and marry Paul McCartney? Who didn’t adore Ringo Starr? Who wasn’t in awe of John Lennon? And who actually understood George Harrison? Back in the U.S.S.R. has particularly poignant memories for me. I was playing it one Sunday and my dad became very agitated, he came into the living room where the stereo was and said I was not allowed to play that filth in his home. I of course stood up and demanded to know what exactly he was talking about. He said he had read a book by a televangelist and this particular one had cited this song as being filthy. He went and goes the book, in the book the author said it had a word in the song he refused to print. I read it and said dad, the word is balalaika’s the line is “Let me hear your balalaika’s ring out.” I explained it was a Russian musical instrument. He refused to believe me! I ran and got my giant poster of Beatle lyrics (yes, I had one) and showed him. He gave me a look he was famous for, left the room, got the dictionary, and then said, well this doesn’t make sense. That is not a bad word; he didn’t understand why someone who claimed to be a man of God would lie and say it was a filthy word when in fact it wasn’t.
My best guess is the author was more appalled at the use of a Russian word; my dad became disillusioned with televangelists after that. He stated the only one he was going to watch and trust was Billy Graham. Good choice, now that is a righteous man.
I miss the Beatles, only two left now, I would still marry Paul McCartney, he is still a cutie pie. Love him, and yes, I still miss John Lennon, and Ringo Starr still rocks. Have I mentioned how much I love drummers?
Two days until I turn 19 again!!! WooooHooooo!

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