So I have been listening to the Beatles a lot lately. Got sucked into Sergeant Pepper’s colorful, acid-happy artworks. Intrigued. Pretty-pretty!
So I renewed my acquaintance with this old-ish song book my aunt has..and..which, um, somehow ended up in my room.
Not only it’s so thick you could knock a beaver unconscious with it and thus has tons of songs categorized under ‘pop’ (the pop before 1985 that is), ‘country’ and ‘hymn’, it also has a gorgeous cover.
I have not strayed so far as to liking psychedelic music that much, mind you. And neither acid nor pot sounds enticing enough for me this moment.