on my brother, comedian Marty Daniels. Born almost three years after the Beatles' first appearances on The Ed Sullivan Show, Marty is more than thirteen years my junior. Yet, maybe because he couldn't avoid hearing the steady stream of Beatles tunes flowing from my stereo when he was a kid, Beatlemania still rages inside of him. He writes in his blog today about how he secures high-quality background music when he's goofing off...I mean, working.
(PS: Write Marty and ask him about the night he met Pete Best.)
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