So once again it’s time to say goodbye to one year and hello to another. In Beatle time the new year is 1969, which will be another tumultuous and trying one — the end of the Sixties and the end of The Beatles. At this point the peak is long past, and there’s nothing left but the washing up.

As is so often the case, Danny the dealer said it best:

London is a city coming down from its trip and there’s going to be a lot of refugees….

The greatest decade in the history of mankind is nearly over. They’re selling hippie wigs in Woolworths, man. It is [insert number here] days to the end of the decade and as Presuming Ed here has so consistently pointed out, we have failed to paint it black.

Given what a bummer 1969 was in many ways, I can understand why anyone who already lived through it once might not want to go through it again. For me it is a fascinating year: War, insanity, and murder on the one hand, on the other a cultural explosion featuring a tidal wave of great music. Woodstock and Altamont, Vietnam and the Bed-In for Peace, the moon landing and “Space Oddity,” Manson and Abbey Road; there will be a lot to talk about.

The first Beatles session of the new year is in two days, but in the meantime, let’s go ahead and celebrate whatever we can, for whatever it’s worth. What’s Elke drinking? I’ll have one of those.