Moonlight ended its 2010 calendar year by establishing a standing tradition— we tossed a New Year’s Eve party with music that everybody could sing along with, served up by a boisterous bunch of Beatle clones, who clanged and jangled their way through the final three hours of an artificially-accelerated time zone. At the suggestion of the irrepressible Higgs brothers, who knew well the potential turnout likely from their numerous friends, we diddled the clock’s hands forward 120 minutes to accommodate early birds, and revelers of a more punctilious persuasion, perhaps. That ain’t the way it worked out, ya’ll— the spirit from melodies and mania a half-century old rattled the rafters, and left them still ringing by the time the real midnight rolled around. Boomers, indeed.
Being present on the mountain on New Year’s Eve with the Beatlads became a tradition for me. Still luv my Lads and the memories of Moonlight.