By Mike Rosso
When I was growing up, my Mom often had the radio on, usually tuned to one of the top 40 stations from one of the nearby cities.
Some of my earliest memories are formed around the pop songs and singers of that time Aretha Franklin, The Dixie Cups, Frank Sinatra, the Beach Boys and little Stevie Wonder. Then it happened: the night I entering the Garden Theater with my big sister on a summer night in 1964, and stared at the big screen, watching the hijinks of four young British musicians with shaggy hair in glorious black and white cinematography and a great sound track.
