1964, and I'd at last escaped private school imprisonment, fit mean n lean n heading for my nth dan in shotokan, meanwhile doling out killer chops on the Telecaster.
Every time I took a hit in the dojo, I'd pick myself up and talk of 'rectifying' the situation, at which the guys would laff at such posh lingo. Then 'Soul' hit the shops and composer George used 'rectify' in "Think For yourself" and suddenly basic literacy was hip.
Dating the daughter of the manager of a Harrow record store at the time, we concluded a major snog to the soundtrack of the 4-somes' latest a whole 12 hours before the album went on sale to the rest of the grockles. Gives lust a good name.
Apart from Norman Greenbaum's "Spirit in the Sky", I reckon this was the album to which I bedded more virginal sweeties than any other sounds of the season. Talk about a summer of seduction.
If *only* someone had invented back then some way of skipping the appalling atonal offering of the nasal Starkey. Sacré Bleu! Just *any* of those Ringo tracks, on any of the albums - what a musical service for all mankind.
That apart, enjoy this aphrodisiacal ace of an album. Bliss was it to be alive to rock to these albums *as* they came out. GOd *bless* those lads.