Every six months or so I throw a music party for
six to twelve friends. I cook a simple meal and we listen to loud music;
there’s usually a theme. Because the music is loud, Ransom is never there. I
plan the party based on his travel schedule.
In 2013 I did a Beatles night. I invited my
guests to submit their favorite Beatles tunes and then I played back every song
that got a vote, ending with the top five. To get them all in I had to start
with some of the one-vote getters before people even arrived. I wrote about
that night here.
It was fun, and the most fun was the quiz. Is
it just I, or does everyone agree that the best part of these evenings is
always the quiz?
Yes, there’s a quiz.
Of course there’s a quiz. Music and music trivia
are my life.
For “Covers” night, an evening devoted to famous
songs and their cover versions, I created a quiz with ten songs, each listed
twice. The task was to write the artist who first had a hit with each song,
followed by the artist of a successful cover version. I even listed all the artists, to make it easy.
On Beatles night I offered up the letter below,
a long-thought-lost missive from John (maybe) to his doctor. The task? Find as
many Beatles song titles within the text as you can.
The winner that night escapes my memory, as does
the winning total. But I am reasonably sure the winner didn't get to 30.
And there are fifty-one (51!) titles in the letter.
(Go back and look again).
The point of all this is that my sister-in-law
Jennifer just took the test and scored a record-shattering 45. She asks for,
and deserves, public recognition of this feat. Good on you, sis! Jennifer
Wilson McCracken, BTQ (Beatles Trivia Queen)!
I didn't give Ransom the test, but I can
guarantee he would not do better than his sister. Like me, she loves Liszt and
Led Zeppelin (pictured above), Respighi and the Rolling Stones, Debussy and Dylan. That’s a
concept Ransom's not into. But there are those in the family who are.
Here then, the letter from John:
Dear Doctor Robert,
Thank you for inviting me
to share my concerns. Yes, as you noticed, I’m down. On top of
that, I'm so tired all the time. I feel like I cannot carry that
weight any longer. I want to just get away by myself; there’s a place in the
country I used to love to go to, but I can't even drive my car any
longer. I'd love to ask you to help, but I know
you can't do that. The breakup has left me nowhere. Man, is it
painful.
When I get home I think about
the night before and all the misery. Even though all my loving was for naught,
and even though I should have known better, I know I'll be back for
more. It’s my nature -- don’t ask me why.
You asked about the note I
wrote to Julia; here it is:
"Oh darling,
Please don't dwell on the
things we said today; we were angry. The two of us were at fault;
I shouldn't have said 'don't bother me.' You could never be
a bother. I know you love me; do believe I love you too; I know we can work it
out.
I realize now that
yesterday I should have said that you have every right to do
what you're doing -- I need to learn to accept it. I'll get you
whatever it takes to make you happy, to make you stay.
I know that your mother
never approved of me; I know you think your mother should know, but please
think for yourself. Don't give it another thought; just hold me tight, forgive
me, and love me. Something made you fear that you like me too much; just slow
down please; please me, and I will please you.
I call your name but
there’s no reply; you won't see me. Please, babe, help me.
I need you, honey; don't
let it be this way. Please love me again and get back to me soon; I've got to
get you into my life, babe.
About the dinner tonight,
dear: prudence dictates I be on my best behavior; I don't want to spoil the
party. You already think I'm a loser – I won't do anything to confirm
that.
Please call me, any time at
all. It won't be long til I reach the end. Honey pie, say the word, say the
words of love. Please.
P.S. I love you."
What do you think, Doc? Is
there any hope?
(If anyone wants the answer key, email me and
I'll send it along).
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