In 1996 (this is Joey), my family went to Florida to pick up my older brother, Jake, at the end of his LDS mission. We went to Epcot Center, where my mother painfully dragged us to all of the pseudoeducational exhibits. Epcot, overall, was lame back then. And it is still pretty lame today.
However, on the "Showcase of Nations" (or whatever it is called) side of the park, there is a small gazebo located in "England" where a tribute band called The British Invasion plays Beatles and other cover tunes from the 1960s. I don't remember anything from Epcot 1996 except the other-worldly sight of my parents dancing, screaming, and acting like teenagers while the band played "Help," "She Loves You," and other staples.
I didn't know the Beatles' music back then, as my parents had reared us on a strict diet of The Beach Boys and Peter, Paul, & Mary. Thus my musical soul went malnourished, deprived of essential nutrients, while a bounty of Rolling Stones and Beatles LPs rotted on the shelf.
That night in 1996 was my awakening, and on this trip to Disney World I had one request and one request only. We were going to suffer through a day at Epcot in order to watch the fake Beatles.
I had been preparing the kids for over a year, putting together a playlist called "Daddy's Music" for bath time and playing my guitar while singing "All My Lovin'" and "She Loves You" before they went to bed at night.
But nothing could have prepared me for the freak show that our kids put on while The British Invasion played our favorite tunes. My favorite moment is when Isaac strums along to the guitar part as if on cue. That's my boy! Please excuse my off-key background vocals. You can't go to a Beatles show, even a fake Beatles show, and not SING ALONG!
Scooter McGee
11 hours ago