I don't think I would have been the same without The Beatles…

Right now, as I'm writing this, I'm holding back the urge to scream the lyrics of the song playing in the background. HAAAAAAAAAAAA I REALLY LOVE THE BEATLES!...

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...

I can't say exactly when I started listening to The Beatles, but for as long as I can remember they were there. Aside from the fact that The Beatles are one of those bands that are already part of pop culture and collective consciousness, whether you like it or not, at some point, in a movie, on the radio, in a TV series, in a commercial, on the street, at school, at work, wherever, you've heard one of their songs. Even if you don't know their faces, you know they're those short-haired lads in suits. Even if you haven't listened to their albums, you know the reference of the four lads crossing that pedestrian crossing in the middle of the street. Whoever you are, you can't live without having heard something by them.

Ever since I was a baby, my dad always used to play music in the car whenever we went out. Most of the time it was Mexican music, you know, traditional music.

But he had a section that was all "foreign" music, if you can call it that, referring to English-language pop artists. And among them were songs that really caught my attention. It's not that I dislike it, but the truth is that regional Mexican music (at least from my state) never really grabbed my attention compared to foreign music. Something about the lyrics, the fact that it was in a language I didn't know, the rhythm, the melody—everything about it drew me in. But among that group, there were a handful of special songs. Something about the voices and instruments stood out. It's kind of cheesy, but I'd even say it was magical…

Those songs stayed in my mind for years, until I started piano lessons when I was eight.

The lessons didn't teach the basics, like finger placement, posture, chords, and all that.

One day, coming home from lessons, I told my dad everything I had learned, quite excited since after several lessons I was already mastering the piano. When he saw how much I was improving, he told me I should learn a song he liked. He told me the title, and since I didn't know any English, it sounded strange. I thought it was going to be a boring song like the ones they play in church. He said I should listen to it before playing it, so that's what I did. I went back to my room, opened my tablet, and went to YouTube to listen to the song, which I didn't have much faith in. The song was "Yesterday"...

I'm not exaggerating when I say that day changed my life. Maybe not dramatically, but hearing that song awakened something in me, a curiosity about the lyrics and the music that led me to seek out more Beatles songs.

Keep in mind that back then I was just a kid who only listened to Imagine Dragons and whatever pop music came on the radio.

As I listened to more Beatles songs and realized they were the same songs I used to listen to in the car with my dad, I felt a thrill and a sense of joy, as if I had been reunited with a loved one who was no longer in this world. I don't know if I'm explaining myself well.

Ever since I discovered them, I became obsessed with them. I genuinely became a die-hard fan. I would tell my friends about them and show them their songs, but they didn't seem to understand, and it frustrated me because they couldn't feel the same way I did. I remember once in fifth grade, when the teacher didn't come to class, so they brought a substitute teacher to the school. Instead of teaching us, she let us talk and play. She even brought a speaker and said we could play any song we wanted. Everyone started playing their favorite songs, what any little kid at that time would play. Back then, reggaeton was very popular in Mexico. In the middle of class, I mustered up the courage to approach the teacher and, before suggesting my song, I asked if it was true that we could choose any song we wanted. She reminded me again, so I asked her to play one I really liked. The class was silent for a moment while the teacher looked for my song. She looked at me strangely at my suggestion, but I emphasized that I wanted exactly the one I had mentioned, so she played it. As soon as it started playing, the whole class stopped dancing, fell silent, and exchanged strange glances… The song I chose was “Help!”… Not even a minute had passed when a girl stood up, whispered something in the teacher’s ear, and even though the teacher insisted that we should wait our turn, she turned off the song and changed it to another one… To be honest, it hurt…

A few years later, around the first years of high school, my obsession grew. By then, I wasn't just listening to The Beatles anymore. In a way, discovering them encouraged me to listen to more music: Led Zeppelin, The Clash, Black Sabbath, CCR, The Kinks, Queen, The Doors. I still remember listening to Led Zeppelin and thinking that's what it must feel like to be high, or listening to Black Sabbath and feeling a chill, as if what I was hearing was something satanic and evil. I know all this sounds cheesy, but I was a kid who had never heard any of that stuff in his entire life, and I was finally getting into it all. Before The Beatles, I didn't know what music was; I didn't know I could connect with music in this way…

Years later, I began to change, to truly change—my way of thinking, my perception of the world, my way of dressing, my very being.

I started questioning things I hadn't noticed before, becoming more daring. I grew my hair out, inspired by The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, and Black Sabbath. My way of dressing, acting, and expressing myself changed. I started playing guitar, composing, and becoming obsessed with bands and their members, as well as subcultures. All of this sounds cheesy and maybe even cringeworthy, but I'd be lying if I didn't say so. And by the way, I refuse to believe I'm the only one who jumps around, paces, and walks in circles when listening to music or imagining fictional scenarios in their head. I remember the time my mom called me from another room, and when she saw I wasn't answering, she went to my room to find out why I couldn't hear her. When she came in, she saw me with headphones on, shirtless, and sweaty (in my mind, I was in the middle of a concert).

More recently, a couple of years ago, I got into punk, and I still can't let it go. I don't know if you know what I mean, but it's that feeling you get when you listen to a genre and you know you've found your sound. The mindset, style, sound—everything captivated me. It's something I'd been searching for, and I've finally found it.

Honestly, I don't dress very punk, because my clothes consist of the same two pairs of jeans and band t-shirts, along with the same pair of Converse, every single day. But the music, mindset, and politics are things I identify with, and I know that perfectly well because they're the kind of things that, whether you're part of it or not, you'd still think about. Whether you're punk or not, it's the same mindset I'd have even if I weren't.

This has gone off-topic, but that's basically what I wanted to get to: what I've become, and it's all thanks to The Beatles. Honestly, my life wouldn't have any meaning without their music; I mean that very seriously.

They're the reason I started all this. Anyone with basic intelligence and knowledge would know that without The Beatles, music wouldn't be the same. Every band you know is influenced by them to a greater or lesser degree, and the truth is, The Beatles are the best band of all time. That's not just my opinion; it's a fact.

They will always have a place "In My Life," the band that has made me cry many times...

They're the only band that can make me extremely emotional, the one that makes me cry like a baby. Thank God for blessing us with this...

You're giving me the same old line...

I'M WONDERING WHYYYYYY!!!!...

You hurt me then... you're back again...

NOOO, NOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOO..... not a second timeEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!.........