The Invasion: A Love Letter.

I was struck with the notion this morning, that people are really uncultured. Too many people don't know about where the goods of this world really come from. There's a lot of different variations for the term "goods" but in this case I'm talking about music. Along with the writing and artistry and advocation, I also like to sing. A lot of my friends and family say I'm pretty good but the jury still out on that one. Anyway, one thing that most people don't know about me personally. is that I  have a deep and unwavering respect for the 60's British Invasion. The bands from that era, my goodness, the sound. Honestly speaking, the main reason I adore the British Invasion as  much as I do because if it weren't for THEM;  Dave Clark Five, Gerry and the Pacemakers, The Rolling Stones, The Who, and my beloved Beatles NO ONE  outside of black culture would  even KNOW and/or APPRECIATE  the black sound of that time. It was the Bristish Invasion that went to the black artist of that time and said "Hey that sound is groovy would you mind terribly if we  sung too or used pieces of it as inspiration for what we want to give to the world?" Or at least that's how I imagine it went. Truthfully, before the Bristish Invasion, white  AMERICAN artist of that era DID NOT  ask for permission to cover and/or sample the black sound. They simply remade the song and pretended the black version didn't exist. The British Invasion didn't try to ERASE us they simply paid homage and respectfully at that.  In fact, The Beatles worked exclusively with Smokey Robinson and wrote HIM a song as a thank you for letting them cover one of his. Gotta love those guys. Seriously though, my love for the British Invasion is insurmountable because they helped the Black, soul, R&B sound go mainstream while simultaneously blurring the color lines. There was no longer white  music or black music...just music. For that I will always be grateful. And let's face facts really, Beatle Mania knew NO complexion. They were everywhere, rich or poor, black or white. It was nationwide. Sigh. I STILL want somebody to hold my hand as bad as John wanted to. ❤