Two Way Monologue 2: the real yeah, yeah, yeahs

I grew up listening to the Beatles. I heard my mom and my aunts telling stories about Beatlemania in Brazil. I watched 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand' time and time again after school - and always identified myself with the girl that keeps passing out when the boys perform for the first time on the Ed Sullivan Show. I memorized every phase, each album and the stories behind their recording sessions by watching the Beatles Anthology DVDs. At first I was in love with Paul, then with George. I always thought Ringo resembled my dad and, later, being a little older, I understood John's ideals and cried when I saw 'The U.S. vs. John Lennon' in the theaters.

I never thought I'd be able to watch one of their concerts - for obvious reasons - or a concert by one of them, at least. Since I moved to Boston, it became an obsession to find a Paul McCartney gig around here (yeah, Ringo's also around, but his performances aren't filled with Beatlemania anthems as much). But no success hunting Sir Paul so far.