(My English sucks)

Me and my best friend started a band which kinda was called "Hugo Boss EyeglassesS" when we were 8 years old. He was a musical genius and could play any instrument given to him if he could tinker with it for a couple of minutes (I still can remember him doing stairway to heaven on a theremin, even tho the quality of that performance probably has been greatly exagerated since then). His favourite soundmaker was the drumkit and he would play it for several hours all day, every day (his neighbours didn't even mind since he was a musically gifted kid and he had a soft touch). He somehow could give the drums a tone and we could guess whatever song he was playing using the drums to play notes instead of beats, always tuning the skins with the wrench on his keychain. At age nine he was playing gigs at jazzclubs in our european capital and people were in awe of what that young kid could do. Anyways, me and him and a couple of other friends started a band and played songs by The Offspring, Green Day and Limp Biscit during the late ninetees. He was always bored with these songs and he always tried to do weird fills and stuff that confused us. Us non drummer guys liked loud distorted guitars whithout any tone and volume that made us deaf - loud means good right!? It was always obvious that he was superiour to us talent wise and he tried to enjoy the lousy music we chose for the Concerts we played in our school. He tried to fit in with our choices of Music and bought every every album that was cool at the time, and he always told me, his best friend, that he didn´t understand why we liked it.

He owned a 4-channel recording-thing and a minidisk player that we used to record the lousy Music I wrote for our band. He was dubbing and adding and doing stuff that no one understood but the outcome was amazing given the tools that we had. He told me he had learned everything from the Beatles and I thought they were just a bunch of old and/or dead guys that were the Backstreet Boys of the sixties. His parents had a boat that he named Rubber Soul and he got a plexiglass drumkit and a german Electric base that I loaned sometimes. He went to a school where they played music all day and I focused on my soccer/football.

When he was twelve or thirteen he got diabetes and two years later he got sick eating a piroge in Riga, he and I stayed in the same hotel room and he told me that he just needed to rest and eat a sandwich, I went out for the night, drinking since there doesn´t seem to be any laws in the baltics and when i got back to our room he was lying calmly in his bed, his skin was gray and his eyes were closed. He was obviously dead. I called the emergency number and paramedics came into our room about 30 minutes later, I sat next to him waiting all that time and talked to him, not really chocked or anything, just calm, and relaxed, thinking about what suit I would wear at his funeral and that he told me that he didn´t want "wish you were here" as a song for his funeral, I had told him that I wanted him to play it if i died.

When we got back home in our country, and some time had passed his mom and dad gave me his music-collection of Beatles Albums. They were CD:s and I started out with Rubber Soul since he named the family boat that.

I had only previously heard "drive my car" but I felt like that was the weakest song on the album, listening to the songs, thinking about my buddy and reading about how they produced the album, I felt more connected to my friend than I ever was while he was alive. I listened to Let it be, remembering he telling me that it was the last recorded album, Abbey Road being realesed later. I loved every song, every tone, every word in all the lyrics, and I got sad thinking that I never got to play one of those songs with my buddy, he always pitched the idea of playing something like revolution or helter skelter to sync with us rocking guys, but we never did it, and that saddens me.

I cried when George died, more than I cried when my buddy died, he was kinda alive trough those guys, oh well, im listening to revolver right now and its just brilliant, no words can describe it given the time it was recorded and the stuff they had to work with

Sorry for my awful English, its not my first language and im drunk.