Because the wold is round, it turns me on…
Love is old, love is new. Love is all, love is you…
Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry….
This is how our Beatles concert starts this weekend– with the song “Because”. Sung by a quartet representing the Fab Four. Of which I will be one.
I’m a tad nervous.
Imagine if you will: the curtain opens and there are only the four of us, spotlit on the risers, in skinny ties, flop top wigs, and with representational instruments. I’m Ringo.
We make our way down the risers to 4 mica as the piano starts the piece. Then we sing our quartet.
At then end we split off and the “Come Together” medley starts and the chorus comes from behind the risers– up stairs and over the risers in waves.
This could be cool– or could be a train wreck.
And I’m nervous as fuck to be the fucking opening of the whole goddamn concert!
Tonight is full dress rehearsal, so we’ll get to see how it goes. Although one of our quartet will be missing tonight (work conflict).
Wish me good luck!