The Beatles

The Beatles (strawberry fields forever) Once in the Liverpool cavern I saw the Beetles perform, before fame made them impossible to reach. Walked down dirty steps into a room filled with cigarette smoke, we all smoked back then. I liked their music it was young and new. The cavern was packed. We didn’t stay long my friend got into a fight he was noisy after a few beers, so I had to get him out. (He is a bishop now living in Sweden.) We ended up in a nightclub in Liverpool 8, run by black people from Jamaica, the only night spot in town. Later I walked up Hope Street to Atlantic House where merchant navy crew stay while waiting for a ship. Tired I went to bed, didn’t know I had been in the presence of musical history.