When I first heard "Please Please Me" by the Beatles, I lost it. I shook, I quaked, I rocked. In my defense, at the tender age of 13, hormones were contributing mightily to this situation.
As it happened, I was sitting at a mutual desk with big brother Buzz (we were listening to the radio while doing homework). He was oddly unaffected by the Beatles. So, a certain sort of row ensued.
It being a small house, our Dad, after having had the usual tough day at the office, came up, separated us, and drew a line down the middle of the desk. Certain stern words implying future bodily harm were spoken and we settled down - each on his side of the desk.
All was well. Then, being a Top 40 station, they again played "Please Please Me" a little later. However symbolic, the "line" on the desk proved ineffective. Things got ugly. I blame the Beatles.
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