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Personal Narrative: The Rolling Stones
The next stop on my musical journey is the Rolling Stones. My mom holds a very special place in her heart for the Rolling Stones and this trait has been passed down to me. I picked the song Beast of Burden to represent our mutual love for the Rolling Stones because not only does it remind me of pleasant memories, but it is also just a feel-good song. When I went to Kindergarten I had half days so every day I could help my mom make dinner and I can still remember sitting on the counter rolling meatballs while my mom and I jammed out to her Rolling Stones tape cassettes. Beast of Burden is the type of song that takes on a life of its own because the drums and the bass provide a solid foundation and a strong tempo, while the guitars and the vocals …show more content…
I specifically picked the song Yellow Submarine because my Uncle bought the movie for me and my sister when we were younger. I remember being simultaneously terrified by the Blue Meanies and intrigued by the idea of Pepperland. My sister and I would watch the movie over and over again for weeks to the point where Yellow Submarine was permanently stuck in my mind. Besides Yellow Submarine, I love Blackbird, all of the songs in the movie Across the Universe, which is one of my favorite movies, and countless other songs by them. I had not listened to the Beatles since I was a kid until I was in high school and I would listen to Breakfast With The Beatles everyday on my drive to school. Their music became a part of my daily life and some of their songs got me through the worst parts of my life, while others just made good parts even …show more content…
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