The Russians Are Coming - Part 2: Come Together, Right Now, Over Me

It's the music we were raised on. The soundtrack of our family. It's in our genes. It's like a day in our life. Whenever we've had a good morning or a hard days night, and we want to come all together now, and all we need is love, or it's someones birthday, or if we just need to fix a hole where the rain gets in, we need a little help from our friends, or wanna hold your hand in the strawberry fields forever, across the universe or if you wanna besame mucho. Either yesterday or when I'm 64. If you say you wanna revolution, or you love me do. Eight day's a week and yesterday. Even if it's just for the benefit of Mr. Kite or Eleanor Rigby or Lady Madonna or even dear old Prudence. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore and it's getting kinda outta hand so I'll just get on with the post now.

It's like this. Our family LOVES the BEATLES. Like ob la di, ob la da, kinda love. And Kristy, she's gotta ticket to ride and she's leaving home and we couldn't just let her and her kids start down that long and winding road and go back to the USSR without a little revolution. I mean, Help! So we had us a little Beatles Rock Band party one night. It lasted for hours and Honey Pie, with a little help from my friends, we twisted and shouted all night long.

Helter skelter, I'm gettin' on my own last nerve, so I can't Imagine what it's doing to you but they're just flying outta my head, so I'll just shut up now and give you the pictures.