It’s 50 years since the Beatles arrived for their only tour of New Zealand.
I was too young to notice.
My only memory of the tour is of a boy coming to school with a plastic Beatles’ wig he’d borrowed from his older brother.
The group had broken up by the time I was old enough to be interested in them but their music was still popular at the school and Bible Class dances which were the main organised entertainment for teenagers in those days.
The music is still popular, as is a lot of the music I danced to way back then.
The Young Nats organised a party at Queenstown’s Ice Bar before our recent Mainland conference.
Some of the music playing was older than I am and most was what I danced to when I was the age of the current Young Nats.
I mentioned this to one of them who said, “when it came to music, those really were the good old days.”
That the music has endured suggests he’s right.
Do they write songs like this any more?:
While the charm of the song has endured, the line I’ll write home every day dates it.
That referred to letters, written by hand in ink on paper, sent in envelopes with stamps, not emails, texts, Skype, Facetime, Facebook, Twitter and other electronic means of communications.