Dreamed of informing a young friend of the essential message of the Beatles while sitting in a restaurant. A man listening from the next table turned, and in a skeptical tone of voice, asked me to repeat my central assertion.

“The essential message of the Beatles,” I repeated, “was the ultimate insufficiency of the material world as an aim in and of itself.”

“How do you know that?” He asked.

“Consider the lyrics to Savory Truffle:

We all know what you eat you are,
but what is sweet now can turn so sour…”

He answered, “What about On My Street?” I said I had never heard that song. To sing it for me, he put his mouth against my left shoulder, between my left shoulder and clavicle, and projected a sound wave into my body from his mouth. I completely lost track of the point he was trying to prove by means of this song, being so amazed that the sound he projected recreated the entire recording within my body. I wasn’t so much hearing it, as resonating with it.