It was called the British Invasion, but it was something much less than invasive. Indeed, it was welcome.
The Beatles led the way and soon groups like the Dave Clark Five, The Animals, The Rolling Stones, The Searchers, The Hollies, The Yardbirds, and countless more would all be familiar names on the American music landscape.
Concert tours were arranged and promoted in the New York area by Sid Bernstein. But, they were more an event than a concert.
In August of 1965, my Brother Bob, my best music friend Paul, and myself piled into Clark Townsend's Pontiac Bonneville convertible and we witnessed the madness, the wall of popping flashbulbs - and the fun!
Song after song, album after album, the Beatles captured our attention, and maybe even more important our imagination.
Actually, I believe the Beatles became swallowed up (too) by events that mattered in the world. Vietnam loomed large in virtually everyone's life. And from there, it was merely a small step to 
They asked us to let it be, and by now most of us have. 
In December 1980, the final chapter was written by a troubled and obscure individual names