If my Hot Pink Dolorean could travel through time, I would visit London on January 30, 1969 and camp out in front of headquarters for the Apple record label. I would stare at the roof and wait with growing anticipation, while everyone looked at me like I was insane. (Plus, I'd be wearing either a puffy vest that someone would mistake as a life jacket or a bright yellow radiation suit to make me look like an alien. Those crazy future fashions!!! Wait, I'm losing my train of thought). But I wouldn't be a nutjob, oh no. I would just be waiting for what would be the final live performance of the Fab Four. Maybe I'd even bring some new school amplifiers or high-quality digital recording devices to enhance the moment.
But until the flux capacitor is invented (let's get on that, people) this is only a pipe dream. The best we can do is gather at the Drunken Monkey tonight to view the Rooftop Concert as part of their August Beatlemania Movie Nights (I just made that up, by the way. It's not called that at all).
And reason number 8,566,981 why The Simpsons is the greatest show of all time: The Be Sharps final rooftop performance.
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