Been a Hard Day's Night

Today went slightly less smoothly than Megan, Christa, and I anticipated. Both of their cars decided to throw temper tantrums on the same day, at times when they both had a slew of tasks and strict time frames in which they must be accomplished. My plan to stay on the mountain turned to me finding an entertaining area of town and sticking, since Christa's car sounded like a jet engine taking off each time she braked. But "no worries" to quote the car's owner...I wandered around an area called Bel Mar, cooed at the pretty outdoor ice skating rink, checked out a little gallery crawl, and now find myself in yet another coffee shop listening to some kids cover Beatles songs. I didn't pick it for the music...they piled in the door with their considerable slew of friends about an hour after I bought an overpriced coke and settled in a corner with a book and this computer.



So their performance made me think about a few things:



1) if you're going to sing in a public place, especially once you've past the "my mom pushed me into children's choir" stage...you really should be able to sing. Ouch, dude, seriously. I will buy you a pitch pipe.



2) if you are gonna sing a classic song that pretty much EVERYBODY knows...you might want to know it too. I'm talking about Hard Day's Night, specifically. I mean, there are like 7 words in the whole song. Come on!



3) a good thing, they are actually playing some of the older Beatles music. I am no Beatles snob, I haven't listened to the white album while encased in a cloud of smoke - any type - I just like the older stuff. Upbeat can be brilliant, too, in my opinion.



4) I called these guys "kids" when in reality, they are probably 20 years old. Then I proceeded to gripe about them excessively. I am officially 83.