The first time I saw The Beatles my Mom dragged me out of my bedroom, "Come here Sigred! Watch this."
"Ah Mom", I complained but was compliant and kneeled on the floor in our front room and watched those mop heads from England on the Ed Sullivan show.
"Can I go now?" I turned to my Mom, got permission and escaped once again.
It was a few more years before I started replacing my puppy and horse pictures with pictures of The Beatles. After Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds came out people would "tee-hee" tell me that the title and the song stood for LSD lysergic acid. Years later I read that John Lennon in an interview had said that he'd written the song about an incident with his young son.
The boy had come home from school with a special picture and when asked about his drawing, "What's that!" Replied that it was a lady. That the lady's name was Lucy. That she was in the sky and that the sky was, of course, full of diamonds!
An innocent whimsical childish impossibility that tickled Mr. Lennon so he wrote a song about it.
I always liked that story better than the LSD one. This sweater's a tribute to lost innocence.
Don't remember exactly where I was when President Kennedy died but do zig zag zapple pop flash remember exactly where I was and exactly how I felt and exactly what I was doing when I heard the news about the murder of John Lennon.
I remember the whole thing.
The whole thing made me sad.
Lost innocence will do that.
The Beatles were young lads from Liverpool who conquered the world, won fame and fortune, made mistakes and then one of them was murdered.
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds floating around making other people smile.
Fred says nobody can tell it's Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds when I wear this sweater because nobody ever thought of Lucy as being brown skinned.
"It's because she's floating near the sun", I explain to Fred. "Can't people reason?"
There's ol' Lucy up in the sky again! Look at her! Floating around not a care in the world with that great big smile on her face. Just Lucy and her diamonds hanging on to lost innocence.
It's a tough job but somebody's gotta do it.