The band in the park was playing, well, you know: Earth Wind & Fire, Stevie Wonder, Steely Dan, a Van Morrison or two. “Beatles!” one man in the front yelled. He was Indian, tall, had once been thin, wore a shirt that showed a picture of Jerry Brown and a slogan, “Get Down With…” on the top and an obvious bottom no one could read because it was tucked into his black jeans. “Beatles!” he yelled again. The lead singer came out of the end of “Jackie Wilson Said” and acknowledged the yeller. “An enthusiast,” he said. “A maniac,” the man called back. The singer turned his back on the man, faced the band, said a few words. The opening notes of “Within You Without You” floated out over the park. “Come on,” the tall man said. “You’re better than that.” The singer shook his head and grinned: no, not better. In the back of the park, a number of young women twirled blissfully.
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