Paul McCartney’s fixing my hole – Anna Spargo-Ryan

Paul McCartney’s fixing my hole

Paul McCartney’s fixing my hole

Dad came around today while Michael was cutting a hole in the wall, and began to sing (my dad has a song for every occasion, he’s a proper dad like that).

I must have been four, because we moved just as I started school. Dad had St Pepper’s playing on vinyl in his poky study and we were dancing. He used to shoot video of everything we did, and that’s how I always remember him – through the viewfinder of his massive camera. You had to put full size VHS in that thing.

But that’s not the part I remember best. The part I remember best is how tiny my little brother’s legs were. He had on my blue ballet skirt and no underpants, and he stomped his two year old self around that cramped room like a man possessed. Under a mop of platinum blonde hair, his face was radiant. My mum was leaning against the doorjam with her huge baby belly rocking back and forth as she shook with laughter.

The memory is short – it only lasts the duration of the song – but it’s one of those that sometimes sits in the present and makes it a little nicer.

  • Jessica

    June 18, 2012 at 12:54 pm Reply

    …this song was my Beatles gateway drug. It was on the radio late one night after I got home from karate training (I’d have been year 6, I think), and it was the most amazing, beautiful thing I’d ever heard. The next morning, I casually asked dad if he had any Beatles records, he dug out a copy of Sgt Pepper for me, and I was hooked.

    For the next few years – pretty much until I discovered Oasis in year 8 – John, Paul, George and Ringo were the only men for me, in my walkman, in the double-deck cassette player in my bedroom, and between the pages of every single biography I could get my hands on. And then I got the sheet music. And then I got the BBC sessions. And then even after I discovered much more modern music, they still hold a special place – and, last time I checked, are the most-played artist in my music library. Dad still digs up rarities and studio outtakes and covers and alternate recordings for me, and I lap ’em all up.

    …and it’s all thanks to that one song. Best, ever.

    • Anna Spargo-Ryan

      June 22, 2012 at 12:23 pm Reply

      I love this story and that we have the same gateway Beatles song :D

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