Sovereign of Rock (book)

My eyes are so heavy, I can barely open them. So cozy and comfortable, I’d love nothing more than to sleep a few more hours, but, I have a busy day ahead, better get going. I rolled to the right and looked at Lily who wasn’t there. My eyes focused and instantly knew something was very wrong.

I quickly sat up, as if injected with adrenaline. Where am I?! My body feels strange, no pain, just inexplicably different. Looking down at my hands, I began to panic! “These aren’t my hands”! I can move them, feel the comforter I’m clutching, but after fifty seven years you’d think I’d know my owns hands! These aren’t them!
Where’s the bathroom? I walked quickly, peering across a peculiar room, opened the bathroom door, took one look in the mirror… Someone else was looking back! Ohhh…

Waking up on the bathroom floor, trying not to panic. I wondered what is happening, as my anxiety reached its peak. That reflection was too much, I’m not going to look again, then wen’t back and sat on the edge of the bed. Gazing around at the elegant furnishings, such as the old black phone on the desk devoid of buttons or dials, the fancy velvet ottoman, and the dated wallpaper, one can’t help but feel the nostalgia that permeates this room.

Feeling numb, I wondered, could this be a lucid dream? A few months ago, I started learning Astral Projection meditation. Yet, I never achieved the out-of-body experience that everyone talks about. Could this be it? Maybe a few deep breaths and some meditation will bring me back to reality… ahhh, yes, feeling a little better already, me and my own mind. I did this for about ten minutes, then opened my eyes, nothing changed.

I find myself completely naked and unable to spot any clothes lying around. Except for the disheveled bed, the room is impeccably clean with no clothes or luggage in sight—just me, alone on this bed. It is imperative that I find some clothes; otherwise, I will remain stuck here, unless I choose to venture out wrapped in a bed sheet!” There’s a closet over there. Let’s see if there’s anything inside, and proceeded to slide open the door.

To my surprise, I found a black, pinstriped suit hanging neatly inside. Directly below it sat a slightly battered briefcase. Strangely enough, an inexplicable certainty washed over me that the suit would fit perfectly. After all, who else could it possibly belong to?

Curiosity getting the better of me, I decided to try on the suit. As expected, it fit impeccably, as if it had been tailor-made for this body. The floor-to-ceiling windows in this room are incredibly large! As I pulled back the heavy, black curtains, I was met with a dark and drizzling scene, where the grey color invaded like an unwelcome guest. It seemed as though the grey hue was narrating this precise moment. When I glanced out onto the street, I was filled with awe! The fashion, the yesteryear store fronts, and the vintage cars were unmistakable signs… I had somehow traveled to the past!

It was both terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. Returning to the desk, I hoped and prayed that the answers I sought would be found within that briefcase. I sat sifting through official documents and cash when I noticed a battered newspaper and pulled it out.

The headline boldly declared, “FANTASTIC CRASH KILLS TWO.” Dated January 13th, 1957, the newspaper article recounted a tragic car crash that had occurred in the picturesque Swiss Alps. It detailed how a wealthy American couple had driven their convertible sports car off a cliff, resulting in their untimely demise. The unfortunate accident was made all the more chaotic as the car crashed into a manure factory, creating quite a messy situation.

Their names were Mr. and Mrs. Fantastic, and upon hearing their surname, I couldn’t help but find it amusing. It made me wonder if they had deliberately chosen such a comical name for themselves. Moreover, as I sat near the open window, soaking in the ambiance, the season seemed incongruent with the date on the newspaper. The gentle breeze and the overall atmosphere gave off a distinctly spring-like vibe, akin to the months of May or June. Consequently, it became evident that the newspaper I held in my hands couldn’t possibly correspond to today’s date.

Upon further investigation, I discovered a sum of eighty thousand dollars in cash, along with various real estate and bank documents valued at millions, all under the name of Jacob N. Fantastic. It seems highly likely that the couple involved in the car crash had some connection to him. I couldn’t help but wonder, could I possibly be Jacob N. Fantastic? When I looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, it was evident that it bore no resemblance to the person I knew myself to be. Determined to unravel this mystery, I felt an urgent need to locate a driver’s license, passport, or any form of identification that could display the face that now stared back at me.

I thoroughly combed through each paper and scrutinized every detail within that briefcase. To my astonishment, I uncovered intriguing revelations about a Jake Fantastic. It appears that he is the proprietor of a chalet in Switzerland and an apartment in Manhattan. Additionally, he possesses a farm in Holland, and I stumbled upon a bill of sale for a brand new Astin Martin DB sports car, coincidentally purchased on May 22nd, which happens to be my birthday! However, I must lament that all of this information holds little value in the absence of proper identification. Regrettably, there is not much remaining material for me to sift through.

Of course, with my luck, tucked away in the last compartment, I found a passport, a driver’s license, and even a birth certificate! They all read Jacob N. Fantastic, born on May 22nd, 1937. I was dumbstruck. What does this mean? We have the same birthday too? His Manhattan address is 505 Sutton Place! When I was growing up in Manhattan, I always wished to one day have a nice apartment on Sutton Place.

Feeling a mix of caution and trepidation, I cautiously entered the bathroom, my intention being to examine my reflection in the mirror once again. Reluctantly, I stood before the mirror, devoid of clothing, and was taken aback by the reality of my current appearance—it was truly unbelievable! However, amidst the astonishment, I couldn’t help but acknowledge that my transformation had brought positive changes.
Surprisingly, I found myself more aesthetically pleasing to myself than before, and unquestionably, I now possessed a taller stature as well!

Sitting quietly in awe, pondering over this perfectly insane situation. I’m a twenty-year-old kid in a hotel in the late 1950s with eighty thousand in cash and real estate all over the world! My parents are dead or at least that’s how it appears. There are still so many unanswered questions, like, how did I get here, is this permanent, or will I go back to my old life at some point?!

Financially, I seem to have hit the jackpot, the rest of it, I guess all depends on what I do from here, just take it one day at a time. Last night, as I went to bed, my life was entirely different! Lily’s friends, Tony and Rhonda, had joined me to celebrate my 57th birthday. It was a simple affair, just a barbecue and a bonfire, our customary tradition when they come to visit.

Prior to retiring for the night, I found myself in the midst of breaking up a dog fight. Although it was intense, it posed no immediate danger to anyone involved. Just a day ago, I was a married, fifty-seven-year-old plumber residing in upstate New York. I shared my life with Lilly, my wife of ten years, and our two beloved dogs. We were fortunate to have a beautiful house on a twenty-acre plot of land, which we were actively trying to sell. Concurrently, I was passionately pursuing my dream of establishing an off-grid, self-sufficient homestead, with the intention of returning to my place of origin.

The significant concerns of our time encompassed severe climate change, conflicts in Ukraine and Israel, the presidency of Donald Trump, and soaring inflation rates. Additionally, the rise of Artificial Intelligence as an increasingly formidable reality was becoming a source of fear, as it brings about the potential loss of our humanity in the face of pervasive high-tech trends.

Otherwise, our life followed a fairly monotonous routine. We relied on several sources of income to sustain ourselves, including my plumbing business, Lily’s housecleaning services, renting out our main house, and even engaging in cannabis cultivation. It certainly wasn’t the life I had envisioned and longed for, but we managed to get by. As my mind raced with countless thoughts, I suddenly recollected my most recent
obsession with classic 60’s, 70’s and 80’s music!

When Eddie VanHalen passed away in 2020, it inexplicably had a enigmatic impact on me. I found this to be peculiar since I had never been the kind of person to be starstruck. Perhaps it resonated with me due to the fact that he and his brother shared a remarkable bond while adapting to a new life in America, much like my own family from Holland, where my mother originated. As a child, we frequently visited our relatives in Holland, and this may have contributed to the deeper connection I felt towards Eddie VanHalen’s passing.

My profound fascination with Eddie’s life story unveiled a world that had remained unknown to me, one that I had never truly contemplated before. Beyond the glamour of the spotlight, I discovered a profound camaraderie among the members of renowned rock bands. From the 1960s to the 1980s, at the peak of their success, these musicians shared genuine friendships, often spending time in each other’s homes, social circles, and even going on vacations together, all while creating unforgettable music.

It was an extraordinary era that evoked a sense of awe, as music carried a powerful message and had a profound impact on the world. The mere idea of experiencing that time as a twenty-something enthralled me. The Beatles initially captured my attention, which then expanded to include iconic figures such as The Who, The Rolling Stones, Jimi Hendrix, Freddie Mercury, Led Zeppelin, and, of course, VanHalen! One significant challenge faced by rock bands during that era was the exploitation they experienced at the hands of greedy industry executives, often leading to the unfortunate dissolution of bands.

With these thoughts, my despair suddenly transformed into excitement! The realization that I am experiencing life in the vibrant year of 1957 fills me with anticipation, especially considering that the British Invasion is on the verge of happening. It’s truly unbelievable that this is my reality! I feel compelled to step outside and embark on an adventure, exploring the wonders of my neighborhood. And what better way to do so than donning a stylish pinstriped suit!

Donning the exquisite tailor-made suit instilled a sense of confidence and opulence within me. The weight of despair was replaced by a newfound feeling of abundance. With a handful of cash secured from the briefcase, I discreetly concealed it under the bed, ensuring its safety. I ventured out eagerly, in search of the closest pub to immerse myself in the atmosphere of 1957.

Before departing, I conscientiously reminded myself to note down the name of the hotel in case I needed assistance in finding my way back. As I turned to take a final look, my eyes fell upon the Adelphi Hotel, an awe-inspiring sight. Its larger-than-life presence was accentuated by a grand stone stepped entrance, reminiscent of a castle rather than an ordinary American hotel. The Adelphi Hotel stood as a towering landmark, reassuring me that I would effortlessly find my way back.

Normally, I don’t drink, but for some inexplicable reason, the idea of having a beer and being in the company of others seemed undeniably appealing. After navigating a few city blocks, I stumbled upon “The Ye Old Fart Pub” – a place that emanated an authentic and inviting atmosphere. With the reassurance that any odd behavior or appearance would go unnoticed, I mustered the courage to enter.

As I walked through the front door and ascended the stairs, gazing down upon the bustling crowd, I found myself hesitating. The sheer sight of their attire and social engagement left me in a state of absolute awe. Each individual seemed like ethereal beings, reminiscent of a bygone era. The elongated bar stretched seemingly into infinity, disappearing into a haze of smoke and anonymous faces.

The scene unfurled like flickering frames of a celluloid reel, memories intertwined with imagination. It was an indescribable experience, akin to peering through a nostalgic lens into a bygone time. The faces and conversations enveloped me, evoking a pang of familiarity and a bittersweet longing for something slightly out of reach. In this surreal atmosphere, I inhabited a unique space, where the lines between past and present blurred into a mesmerizing tapestry. I recognized myself, yet I felt like an intangible apparition, a specter hovering between two distinct junctures in time.

As I approached the bar, its enduring presence seemed to bridge the temporal gaps, fostering a compelling connection with the past. The echoes of conversations and whispers of laughter carried ancient undertones, weaving together the narrative strands of countless lives that had unfolded within those hallowed walls.
In this state of profound introspection, I came to appreciate the fragility and transience of human existence. The realization that I, in the present moment, could feel intimately connected to an era long gone evoked a sense of humility and awe. It reminded me of the intricate interplay between individual lives and the overarching currents of history.

Thus, against the backdrop of the fading faces and the ever-shifting sands of time, I embarked upon a journey of reflection, marveling at the enigmatic nature of existence and the delicate threads that intertwine our past, present, and future.

After spacing out for a bit I got the attention of a bartender.

Bartender: “what ya, have mate”,

Jake: “umm, can you make a Sea Breeze?”

Bartender: “Not sure mate, neva ere of it”.

Jake: “Okay, I’ll have a pint of whatever you think is good”!

When the bartender came back he slammed what looked like a gallon of beer in front of me,

Bartender: “That’ll be 6 pence mate”.

Reaching into my jacket, I pulled out a fifty dollar bill and payed for my beer. I just stood there in disbelief, sipping on my mug. When I lived in the city I always loved people watching and this was people watching at it’s finest. Eavesdropping on a few conversations were also interesting and gave a slightly better sense of the time was in.

There’s a used up newspaper on the bar called The Liverpool Echo and picked it up. May 23rd, 1957. So, I’m in Liverpool England, in a different body and seem to be a very rich twenty year old kid. Only a day ago I was fifty seven, living in the mountains, married with two dogs and working as a plumber! I began laughing hysterically, it all seemed so ridiculous!

Just as I’m getting myself together, there’s a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and found myself eye to eye with a gorgeous brunet. She had big hazel eyes and enormous round breasts that were an unavoidable sight. She asked me something, probably what I was laughing about, but it was loud and I just stood there, stunned by her beauty.

Girl: “Ello! you ok luv”?

Waving her hands in front of me. Finally snapping out of it, giving a quick excuse,

Jake: “oh, sorry, it must be the jet lag, I just flew in from New York”!

Her eyes widened and she introduced herself.

Simone: “Hi, I’m Simone, said with a welcoming smile.

I started to introduce myself with, Herr”, then stopped myself mid name,

Jake: “I’m Jacob, but you can call me Jake”.

Simone: “Nice to meet you Jake. Welcome to London,”! “I saw ya laughin here all by ya self. It made me laugh just watching ya. Ya mind askin, what was so funny?”

Jake: “Oh, nothing really. I’m just tired and was thinking of a funny time I had with an old friend back home. You had to be there, I guess.”

I quickly changed the conversation to something like the gloomy weather when Simonet asked if I wanted to join her and her friends. With a glance at my giant mug of beer that looked as though it would never run out, together with the most incredible looking woman I’ve ever seen. The best I could come up with was a nod and

Jake: “sure, okay”. I felt like a dope!

Simone guided me through the smokey crowd to a booth in back. Standing in front of three strangers, Simone introduced me to her friends.

Simone: “Jake, this is Pete and his girlfriend Camila, Camila, Pete, this is my new friend Jake, he’s here all the way from New York. I found im laughing to imself at the bar”!

I smiled. They gave a courteous smile back. But after Simone’s introduction, I felt a little awkward, like I was some random nuttbag off the street who laughs at himself.

After a few more drinks the mood changed and the conversation found its flow. Pete turned out to be Pete Shotton, John Lennon’s best friend in high school. He just told me he was seventeen and plays in a band called the Quarrymen.

At that moment, I thought this was all too synchronic, there must be a reason for my being here! Only a few hours ago, I was reminiscing over my obsession with the music from this era. Now, I’m having drinks with Pete Shotton? That’s one hell of a coincidence!

Jake: “So, Pete, what’s art school like in England”?

Pete: “Great!… nah mate, schools a drag, sitting in rooms all day, listening ta crap about crap, ya know what I’m sayin,”?

Jake: “Yeah, totally’!

Pete: “The only good thing is hanging with me mates, John and our band. We have a gig on Saturday. You should come check us out, mate!”

Jake: “That’s cool, yea, I love watching live music, what’s the name of your band”? Which I already knew the answer.

Pete: “We call ourselves the Quarrymen.”

Jake: “Nice, what kind of music do you play”?

Pete: “Rockin roll mate, what other kind is there”? He said with a laugh. “Soo, Jake, what ya doin here from America then”?

Jake: “Good question, don’t know really, when I got off the plane last night, I was really beat from the flight and told the cabbie to drop me off at a decent hotel. When I woke this morning and found myself here in Liverpool, at the Adelphi”. Everyone looked impressed, then Simone turned to me, Pete and Astrid giving each other some puzzled look.

Simone: “I think that cabbie was havin a bit o fun with ya luv, that Adelphi, its quite the swanky place, you must have a few bob ta be staying there”! “How long ya stayin for?”.

Jake: “Not really sure, so far it seems nice here, nice people.” Hoping my flattery would go over well.

Pete: “You’re an odd bloke Jake, and I’ll tell ya, Liverpool is nowhere man, most people wanna to get outta here as fast as they can, take a look around mate, this place is a bloomin shithole”!

He laughed, almost as if my comment annoyed him. Then, he sat back in his seat, smirking at me from across the table.

Pete: “It’s gettin late, we need ta be on our way, grand meetin ya Jake, come by the fair Saturday, ifin ya still around, I’ll introduce ya ta ma mate John and the band, John loves America… and Elvis”!

It was, in fact, getting pretty late. Tomorrow was Friday and these guys had to be at school early. It was odd to think, I’m hanging out with teenagers. As we all stood up to leave I decided to play the big shot and paid for everyone’s drinks.

Pete: “Thanks mate, ya not so bad for an American… Just screwing with ya mate, everyone ready, let’s get outta ere”!

They were all very nice and Simone slipped me her phone number just as we all got up from the table. As I followed her to the main exit, I couldn’t help but notice Simone’s big round ass. She was physically built for sex. I felt like a lustful teenager again! Then I remembered, I am a teenager again, well almost! Once we were on the street, Simone said her house was along the same route as my hotel. She would walk with me, as Camile and Pete were going in the opposite direction.

Our walk was short, only two blocks away and we were in front my hotel before any meaningful conversation could transpire, but, still, I was smitten!

Simone: “Great meetin ya tonight, if you wanna go ta da fair Saturday let me know, a few of us are goin and ya got me numba”!

As we parted ways Simone’s tight hug felt soft and warm, and wanted more than anything to take her up to my room and get naked.

What a great night! It was one of those nights where you felt your company was appreciated and you just clicked with everyone! I haven’t felt this happy in, I can’t remember when! I can’t believe I met Pete Shotton, John Lennon’s best friend, and I’m going to meet John Lennon on Saturday! And that girl Simone!, She’s so hot and I’m pretty sure she likes me, she gave me her number without even asking for it! I was over the moon with joy! Right now I want to call someone, or post something on Facebook, but Facebook doesn’t exist and there’s no one to call. Then, like a ton of bricks, It hit me! I’m all alone here!

The weight of my current reality really began to sink in and commenced reflecting on the life I used to have. All through my life, I’ve heard, “you don’t know what you have till it’s gone”, well, now I know! But, this is different. My whole life’s been wiped out. I lived a completely different life for over fifty seven years as a different person!

Crying at the thought of never seeing my friends and family again, I had a strange feeling as though that other life was so long ago, but it was yesterday! If this is permanent, I’ll never see anyone, Lisa or my mom, my friends, all gone! On the flip side, I’ll be happy to never deal with watching my friend Tom try to slowly kill himself with his depression and alcohol again. And I’m happy to not be living where I was anymore.

There’s so much to consider. It’s sad, but this could be a lifetime opportunity. If I put it into the right perspective and make the right choices. My immediate conclusion is to say goodbye to the life I left behind and embrace this new one, wherever leads. This is a second chance. With my knowledge of the music scene that’s about to break open, I’m going to make a positive difference. Exhausted from all this thinking, I need to get some sleep. It has been a sad, confusing, scary, and wonderful day!

The sun was starting to creep in through the big black drapes, and didn’t sleep well at all. I was up most of the night, tossing and turning. Recalling everything I knew about John, Paul, George, and Ringo. In the next three years, they will become The Beatles. I also considered everything I was leaving behind, but at the same time, did I have a choice? I’m still not sure how I got here in the first place… or why!

At the moment, the hardest change was looking in the mirror and seeing the reflection of a stranger looking back. I surely wasn’t disappointed with my looks with thick auburn hair brushed to one side, a chiseled jawline, blue eyes, a muscular build. I was very pleased with both good looks and money! It felt like the universe heard my cries for a better life and just served it up on a golden platter!

After taking a long shower I decided to go and buy a new wardrobe, I couldn’t wear this suit everyday, even if it was incredibly sharp looking. As I reached under the bed for the briefcase I was poked by what felt like a needle and took a closer look under the bed. I found two small plastic bags and a heavy duty syringe. Rapidly, I ran to the bathroom, to examine my body for track marks.

Sure enough, there were 4 little pin pricks on the back of my left leg, this guy was a heroin addict! Perhaps he overdosed at the time my consciousness entered his body, a reasonable deduction I thought! Despite my findings, my body felt good and full of energy, so maybe he was new to heroin, or at least he didn’t take it long enough to do any damage. I wondered If I too, had died in my previous life, the thought of that gave me chills! I got dressed in my suit, grabbed my passport, a handful of cash and proceeded to hit the town for a new wardrobe, I couldn’t wait!

On my way out, darting down the stairs, I noticed a continental breakfast was being served. I also noticed how enormous the lobby was. I decided I should eat something before going out. Stuffing a danish, two doughnuts and a glass of orange juice down my throat, I briefly admired how unbelievably decadent this hotel was! I wonder what I’m paying a night here and walked over to the front desk.

The concierge greeted me energetically. “Hello, Mr. Fantastic. Are you enjoying your stay at the Adelphi? How can I help you?” I asked to see my account and was handed a piece of paper. Looks as though I checked in two days ago, the day before my birthday and paid a month in advance. Only $175 a night!? It seemed very cheap for such an upscale hotel, then I remembered it was 1957. In 2023 this would be like $1,750 or more a night, but couldn’t be sure and was just guessing. “Is everything ok Mr. Fantastic”? Looking up from the paper, “yes, everything is perfect, thank you”, handed back the paper and headed for the front door.

Out on the street everything appeared different than it did on the walk home last night. Pete was right, the city felt a bit rundown, a lack of color with mostly grey tones that swept the scenery. Instead of excitement and anticipation for the day, my mind was elsewhere as I walked aimlessly through the streets of Liverpool. I was distracted with rumination’s of what might have happened to me in my other life. Was I really dead, how will Lisa make it with out me, missing my dogs, and feeling sad over the loss.

Turning a corner, I saw the “Cavern Club” and my spirits were immediately lifted. That’s where the Beatles and so many other bands of this era got their start. I had to go over and check it out! It’s one twenty two in the afternoon, the club wasn’t open. A little disappointed, I noticed a show roster taped to the front door, it read “Rory Storm & The Hurricanes, Friday night at 9pm “. I was amazed to learn that Ringo’s band wouldn’t be playing until next weekend.

A few more hours of walking and shopping, feeling like a zombie, my hands were full of heavy bags, I was done and hailed a cab. Getting back to the hotel, I just dropped everything on the floor and collapsed on the bed, starring at the ceiling and talking to myself. “What is going on”? “Can I do this, do I have a choice”? “You can do this Herb”, then remembered I was now Jake. “It’ll take some time, that’s all, focus on what you want, forget about everything else”! “When you get settled somewhere you’ll find another dog”. “If you’re dead in your other life, it doesn’t matter, you’re alive in this one”. “This new life is real, it has to be”!

The next thing I knew, I was waking up. Feeling better, I scrambled for the antique phone next to my bed and called down to the front desk for the time. “Yes, Mr. Fantastic, the time is currently 6:11pm, channel 3 on your television also displays the time sir”. “Television, I’m sorry, but there isn’t a tv in my room”. “Oh, terribly sorry sir, I’ll have someone up immediately to rectify the situation, click”! “Umm, okay, thank’s”?

Moments later a young kid in uniform knocks on the door and wheels in a little fifteen inch, black and white TV. “Where would ya like the tv sir?” “Ahh, right over there in front of the bed would be fine, thanks”. “What channel has the news”? “What channel sir?, we only ave one channel sir”. “Oh yeah, I forgot, we have 3 in the US”, my comment felt a bit braggy and gave a fake little laugh, but the kid wasn’t amused. When he was done, I bestowed upon the bellhop, a $5.00 tip which put a big smile on his face. “Thank ya, thank ya sir”, and he left.

How great is this! I always said social media corrupted the world, cell phones and the internet aren’t going to be invented for decades! As I watched the TV a new episode of Benny Hill came on and very amusing, considering he went off the air way back in the seventies!

It felt good to just lay there, knowing I was financially secure with endless possibilities and knowledge of the future. I decided to stay in, gather my thoughts and come up with a plan. The first thought that came to mind, was the music scene I had so diligently researched. I’m going to rule the music industry! At about 8pm, I was getting bored with British TV and sought out that little piece of paper with Simone’s number on it.

Calling down to the front desk for an outside line, my pulse was racing, feeling a bit insecure and wasn’t sure what I’d say. I’ll ask if she want’s to go with me to see Pete’s band at the fair like we talked about. The phone starts ringing, some guy picks up,

Guy: “Ello”?

Jake: “Hi, this is Jake, is Simone home”?

Guy: “Ya mate, hang on”.

Simone: “Ello, who’s there”?

Jake: “Hi Simone, it’s Jake!

Simone: “Ohh hiii Jake, so nice of you to call”!

Jake: “Umm, I was just calling to say hi, I had a great time last night, and, umm, wondering, do you wanna to go to that fair with me tomorrow, see Pete’s band”?

Simone: “Yeah, sure luv, sounds fun, do ya have an auto”?

Jake: “Umm, I think so”.

Simone: “You think so, how ya don’t know if ya have a auto or not, don’a tell me ya still got jet lag”?

Jake: “Haha, I just bought one, and I’m not sure if they have delivered it yet.”

Simone: “You’re an odd one Jake, ya telling me ya bought a car an don’a know if you have it”?

Jake: “Well, it’s a long story, I’ll tell you all about it when I see you tomorrow, how about I pick you up at noon”?

Simone: “Noon sounds brilliant luv, and can’t wait to hear, your long story, ya got a paper and pen luv, I’ll give ya me address”.

After taking down her address and maybe a minute of awkward small talk, we hung up. I felt like a complete idiot! At the same time, my heart was racing and tomorrow couldn’t get here fast enough!

The next day, after another night of tossing and turning with not much sleep, I woke up early. I have an Aston Martin DB Coupe somewhere and began looking for the keys with no luck. Then, a light bulb went off and suspected the concierge must have them, so I picked up the phone and called the front desk.

Concierge: “Yes, Mr. Fantastic, how may I be of assistance”?

Jake: “Yes, I was wondering if you had my car keys”?

Concierge: “Yes Mr. Fantastic, your keys are with our valet in the garage, would you like us to bring it out for you”? I was so relieved to hear him say those words.

Jake: “yes, yes, that would be great, I’ll be down for it at 11:30, thank you”!

Concierge: “top up or down sir”? Jake: “Excuse me”?

Concierge: “top up or down sir, it’s a coupe sir, there is a beautiful and sunny day upon us”.
Jake: “Oh yeah, that’s right.. down please, thanks”?

Concierge: “excellent choice sir, we will have your car brought around front for 11:30”, click.

Was this guy for real? The way he spoke, “Beautiful and sunny day upon us”? Who talks like that? It was like an old James Bond movie, next thing you know Goldfinger will be knocking on my door. Down in the lobby, at the front desk, I received driving directions from the concierge to Simone’s house and proceeded to walk out to my sports car. The valet handed me a set of car keys and there, in front of me, was a beautiful, black on tan, convertible Astin Martin DB5! It looks more like a work of art than a car, I’ve never seen such a beautiful car, and I own it! I took a full stroll around and noticed the steering wheel was on the right, which made me nervous.

I knew how to drive a stick shift, but I had never driven on the right side. Maybe I should have practiced driving a little before picking up Simone? I sat in the car trying to get familiar with the instrument panel, then realized this will take some getting used to and started panicking a little. After a few laps around the parking lot, I studied the directions. I noted the first two streets and turns I needed to make. Then, I drove out into
the traffic.

So far, so good, driving on the right isn’t that hard at all! Just as I was praising myself I took a wrong turn, almost drove up a one way street and made a quick U-turn, grinding reverse gear in the process. Simone’s house was only five blocks from my hotel, but for some reason it took me almost a half hour, to get there, and I was late.

Pulling up to Simone’s house, a plain, brick house among a row of identical plain brick houses I beeped my horn to let her know I was there. After a minute or two, I thought maybe I’m being rude. I should walk to the door and meet her. But before I had the chance, she came out. I was stunned at how absolutely gorgeous she was, even hotter than when I met her at the pub!

Simone: “Hi, wow!, is this the auto you forgot about”?

Jake: “Yeah, do you like it”?

Simone: “I love it, it’s beautiful!, and its a convertible!, Aston’s are expensive!, are you rich, or is that another long story”? (she laughed) I swiftly got up and out of my seat, and ran to open the door for her.

Jake: “Simone, I need to be honest with you”,

Simone: “Uh ohh, when someone says that, it usually means something bad”.

Jake: “Ohh, it’s nothing bad, the issue I’m having is I’m from New York and we drive on the left, I’m late is because I have no idea what I’m doing on these roads, it took me almost a half hour to get here”! Simone laughed, “I know its not the polite thing to do, let the girl drive, but would you be okay with driving, I don’t want to get into an accident and you know your way around a lot better than I do, would that be alright”?

Simone: “REALLY?, I’d luv to drive it, neva drove a fancy car like this before, what if I crash it”?

Jake: “Don’t worry, If we crash, I’ll just buy another one, haha, I’m just kidding, I’m sure you’ll do way better than I did”.

Simone: “Oh, how exciting, can’t wait ta see Pete and Camile’s faces when I show up in this corker”!

We quickly switched places and it felt good to see her so excited. So far, I think I’m off to a good start! Simone looked at me with a soft, school girl smile. She put the car in first gear, and we were rolling happily down the road. We drove through some middle class neighborhoods in Liverpool, England. To think, less than a week ago, I was a country bum!

Simone : “Why ya so quiet?, ma drivin that horrible”?

Jake: “Oh no, your driving is perfect!, just have a lot on my mind, sorry”.

Simone: “Wat’s on ya mind luv”.

Jake: “Well, that’s a loaded question Simone, I’ll tell you about it later if that’s okay”.

Simone: “Okay, fair enough, but I will say, I’m happy we met, you seem like a really sweet fella”.

Jake: “Me too, thanks”!

I did, in fact, have a lot on my mind, thinking about, how was I going have this date with Simone, meet Paul McCartney, a total stranger, meet John Lennon and somehow endear myself to both!

While all this was going through my head, the tight neighborhood road rapidly opened up to an ancient looking church. The streets were so packed with cars that you’d be hard pressed to find a place to park a bicycle. As Simone was looking for a parking spot numerous people walking on the sidewalk called to us, commenting on our car and looking our way. As pretentious as I felt, it was validating, like we were unmatched in a crowd of hundreds.

Simone : “Well luv, we found a spot”!

Jake: “Wow, looks like a good turn out!, and what a beautiful church”!

Simone: “Ya luv, we should go meet Pete an Astrid before they go on, do you wanna put the top up and lock the car?, someone might try to sit in it or steal it while we’re gone”.

Jake: “Actually, that’s good idea, and as they say in England, brilliant” suggestion my dear”! Simone gave me an odd smirk, like, really?

On high alert, I scanned the crowd hoping to spot Paul McCartney. Once the band starts playing, hopefully, I can spot him then. Gradually we made our way to the back stage area where Simone spotted a girlfriend of hers who was also a buxom bombshell. I couldn’t help but think, “does England breed these women”? Everywhere I look I see huge boobs and blond hair”, although Simone’s was auburn.

As Simone was introducing me to her friend, Austid came over to greet us and said Pete and the band were already back stage getting ready. We followed her as she led us through the crowd, still no sign of Paul. I began wondering if I was in an alternate timeline, where not everything here will happen as they did compared to the history I knew.

As we entered a door to the back room, unmistakable, even now, sitting on a picnic table and fiddling with his guitar, was a young John Lennon! My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest, then realized my hands were sweaty and started vigorously wiping them on my jeans when Pete came over.

Pete: “Ayyy, Jake!, ya made it!, good ta see ya mate, ad a good time da odder night!

Jake: “Yea, me too, so this is your band, what are you guys gonna play”?

Pete: “Oh ya know, a little Buddy Holly, before he could finish, John Lennon jumped into the conversation.

John: “Rock-in-roll baby, we play rockin-roll”!

Pete: “This is ma mate John, he sings and plays guitar, Jake is ere’s from America”.

John: “America ya say, what part, ya know Elvis”?

Jake: “I’m from New York City and nope, I do not know Elvis, do you”?

John: “Ha, I wish I knew Elvis, maybe when I’m a famous rock star I’ll meet im in New York, I’ll get there someday too”! It was a bit erie knowing almost his whole future and then hearing those words coming out of his mouth. He was right on both comments, only he didn’t know how right he was!

Pete: “Hey, we betta start tunin up, we go on in thirty”.

John: “Yea, betta start gettin it together boys, hey Simone”.

Simone: “Ay John”.

Pete: “Ya should stick around after da gig?, we’re all goin for a pint after”.

Simone looked at me for what seemed like my approval, and nodded my head, yes.

Simone: “Ya Pete, an wait till ya see the auto we’re crusin in”!

Jake: “Looking forward to hearing you guys play, Simone says your really good”!

John: “Yea mate, we’ll see ya later”. Said in a somewhat dismissive tone.

Jake: “Okay, see ya… and good luck”. with that comment, John looked at me as though it annoyed him and went back to fiddling with his guitar.

Simone, Camile and myself wandered out the back door and around front to find a place to sit. As we turned the corner, with a sigh of relief, standing in front of the stage talking with someone, was a 14yr old Paul McCartney. I immediately wanted to go over and introduce myself, but decided to wait, see where he sits and then approach him.

As we walked around my eyes never left Paul. I’ve seen a few pictures from this time period, but still a little surprised at how scrawny he was, but he was only 14 so maybe I was to criticle. Paul and his friend were sitting up close to the stage, so I interrupted Simone and Camile’s conversation, gestured they follow me and we all ended up sitting right behind Paul and his friend. As we walked over it was obvious Paul and his friend were checking out my two friends, and looked rather pleased when we sat right behind them.

I was laughing inside as I noticed Paul’s friend trying to muster enough courage to introduce himself to Simone as he was glancing back quite a bit. Just as he leaned in and was about to say something, Simone stood up screaming and clapping as the band came on. John was on the mic, talking to the crowd.

(John: “ELLO EVERYONE, SO HAPPY YOU CAN ALL BE ERE”… “AND WITHOUT FURTHER ADU, WE ARE THE QUARRYMEN, AND WILL NOW PLAY OUR MUSIC FOR YOU”!
And the band jumped into Blue Suede Shoes by Elvis. I could see John was a bit nervous with how he was moving, his eyes darting everywhere. As the band played I felt a little bad, neglecting Simone with my focus mainly on what I could say to Paul. Simone seemed to be enjoying herself with Camile.

I proceeded to eavesdrop on Paul, at the same time, watch John Lennon’s first concert with the Quarrymen, now playing Midnight Special, wittnesing history as it really happened! At that moment, I thought about the big picture and the insane life I’m living. Then my goosebumps turned to an uncomfortable feeling, which swept over me like a heavy blanket, I felt completely out of control! This could end any second, and I was horrified.

From now on I need to brainwash myself, not think of the big picture, these feelings will incapacitate me! Using all my mental will, I focused on the moment, ignoring all the infinite directions my mind wants to go, shaking those anxieties, telling myself to keep moving forward! Lucky for me it worked and continued having a good time. Just as I was snapping out of my mental issues, like a cosmic sign, Simone grabbed my hand with a little squeezed, like she knew thats what I needed somehow.

Simone : “So luv, waddya think of da band so far”?

Jake: “Not bad, that washboard player is the best I’ve ever seen”! We laughed.

Paul’s friend must have been listening, decided this was his IN, and turned around to add to our conversation.

Ivan: “Yea that tea chest bass player ain’t no slouch either”! We all laughed.

Ivan: “Hi ma nam is Ivan, happy ta meet ya”! “Ya all from around ere?”

Jake: “They’re definitely a unique set up”! Paul was looking back at us too. “I’m not, but Simone and Astrid are.”

Paul: “You from America mate”?

Jake: “Yea, from New York”.

Paul: “That’s cool”. Then oddly turned back around as the band started a new song I never heard before.

Paul started laughing his ass off for some reason.

Paul: “Oh boy, that bloke is just butchering those lyrics”!

I tapped Paul’s shoulder and asked him what the song was.

Paul: “It’s called Twenty Flight Rock and the lead singer just got half the lyrics wrong, not to shabby on that guitar, but I’m better”. he said with a joking grin.

Jake: “Haha, yea he seems pretty good, my friends know him pretty well, I could introduce you to John after their done playing if you want”?

Paul: “Yea, mate, that’d be a kicker” and turned back around.

When the band finished the crowd scampereing around, gathering their chairs, blankets, all getting ready to leave. Simone, Astrid, Paul and his friend Ivan and myself stood around talking for a few minutes when I suggested we go back and see the guys. Paul walked with me while Ivan was doing his best to impress Kat.
When we walked in, the band were packing up their guitars, standing around and congratulating themselves on a good gig.

There were more people here than when we saw them before show. John’s family, along with a few other kids were here aswell and there was a cheerful vibe in the air. As we stood there I saw Paul and his friend were looking bored, afraid they would leave, I called over to John.

Jake: “Hey John, you got a sec, I want you to meet my friend Paul here, he’s a really good on guitar”. That seemed to have sparked John’s attention and turned in our direction, facing us.

Jake: This is Paul, he plays guitar too, thought you might like to meet, maybe compare notes or something,
“Paul this is John, John, this is Paul”. It was amusing, watching them size each other up.

John: “So you play guitar do ya’, what can you play”? I was a little nervous with how John was talking in a such a combative way, but it didn’t seem to phase Paul whatsoever.

Paul: “I’ll show ya’ if you let me try your guitar”.

John: “Ok, but if you break it, you own it”

Then John handed Paul his guitar and Paul began palying Twenty Flight Rock, singing the lyrics aswell.

While this was going on, knowing the story of John and his mother, I introduced myself to his mother Julia and did my best in engraciating myself to her. As I was talking with Julia, John’s aunt Mimi joined our conversation asking who I was and what I did for a living. Her questioning threw me off a little, but I figure this will be good practice, knowing I’m going to need a back story which I never really considered till just now.

Other than my parents who just died, and that I was rich, I knew very little about the man I currently was. Before I had a chance to answer Mimi, Paul getting louder on the guitar, our attention was now on him. After Paul finished playing everyone, including John seemed very impressed.

John: “Not bad mate, that was brilliant, we’re looking for a good guitar player, you wanna join our band”?

Paul: “Thanks, uhhh, yea maybe, I’ll need to thinks about it”.

John: “Ok, here’s ma telephone number, give us a ring when you’re done thinkin and wanna start playin”. With that comment, John gave a goofy smile as to endear himself.

I can’t remember every detail of how John and Paul were originally introduced in my time. However, I knew this moment would be historically significant in the future. It was bizarre to not only watch it happen, but to be the one who introduced them officially. inserting myself into such a historical event.

Another thought I had, was that as soon as I get back to the hotel I needed to try and remember everything I knew about history and write down everything I can remember. I’ll also need to think long and hard about what might change when, or if, I do change history.

The crowd began filtering out as I spoke a little more with John’s mother and his aunt Mimi. I told Mimi and Julia I was a music producer from New York, visiting London to possibly purchase a radio station. This seemed to impress them, both commenting on how young I was to afford such an endeavor.

As I was talking, my eyes wandered around the room. I noticed Paul and John seemed to be hitting it off quite well, which gave me a satisfied feeling. At that point, Simone walked over and politely told Julia and Mimi we would see them back at Julia’s house, dragging me away from our conversation.

Julia: “Yes, please join us, we would love to hear more about you”, which made me a little nervous, not knowing what else I could possibly tell them.

Jake: “Looking forward to it, we’ll see you soon”.

Simone , myself, Camile and Pete said goodbye which they all responded with the same goodbye’s. As we came up to my car Camile and Pete were very impressed.

Astrid: “That’s bloody fantastic, what an exceptional auto, looks like you made the big time ay Simone.

Simone: “Oh, it’s just an auto… but it’s bloody brilliant yea”!

Pete: “What is you do again, I know these Astin’s aint cheap, but yea it’s a real beaut mate”!

Jake: “Thanks, I just hope we can all fit”!

Pete: “No worries mate, we aint goin tha far, can we put the top down for a bit o head room”?

We put the top down and somehow all four of us fit, about ten minutes later we were pulling into Julia’s driveway. There was a small gathering, John and a few of his friends, standing around, smoking and talking. As we pulled in all attention shifted to us and the fancy sports car we were in.

John: “Wow Jake didn’t know ya were loaded, is that your davy car”, laughing as he said it.

Jake: “Nah, its mine, free and clear brother”!

Everyone hovered around my Astin Martin, oohing and ahhing. I began feeling very pretentious. Maybe John and his friends might consider me an outsider because I had money while they didn’t. Luckily this wasn’t the case, John, all of a sudden took quite an interest in me.

I spent for what seemed like many hours sitting in Julia’s living room talking about a variety of subjects, mainly about what America was like and music. They must have thought I was either a savant or completely insane as I went on about the music coming out of Brittan and my predictions for a so called British Invasion. John seemed to love the idea. He smiled and laughed through most of our conversation. His mother, Julia, occasionally looked at me like I was totally unhinged.

Toward the end of my visit I told John about my plans to start a record label in London which he seemed almost more enthusiastic than I was over the idea. I told him that I couldn’t play an instrument. But, I was a knowledgeable lover of music. I assured him I wouldn’t be a greedy executive who rips off artists, as has been done egregiously in the past. He seemed to appreciate everything I was saying. As I stood up, getting ready to leave, I noticed no one else was there and everyone had gone home, including Simone.

Feeling bad over my neglect of Simone, John and I were standing by my car, still talking when he went inside. He came back out with his phone number and said we should get together and hang out sometime. I agreed of course. Somehow I made it back to my hotel without grinding gears or getting lost.

After dropping off the car with the valet I went straight to my room and immediately called Simone to apologize. She didn’t seem as upset as I thought she’d be, which was a surprise. Maybe 1950’s women expect a certain amount of jerkyness from men? However, in the nicest of ways, she let me know my behavior toward the end while at John’s was unacceptable. Her overall attitude endeared me to her even that much more. Before we hung up, in an effort to make up for my neglectful behavior, suggested we go for a nice dinner tomorrow night, anywhere she wanted to go.

The next day I opened the curtains to discover a beautiful sunny day was upon me! Happy and feeling full of hope and optimism, I decided to go out for breakfast. I also wanted to practice driving on the right side of the road while exploring England’s beautiful countryside. GPS doesn’t yet exist so I’ll need to count on the grace of the local public to find my way! Which means asking random strangers for directions.

Simone was still in school and had at least eight hours to kill before picking her up. I’m still quite pleased with my car. I’ve made new friends and met an absolutely beautiful woman who seemed to really like me. I couldn’t be more optimistic than in this moment!

In my past life I had never been to Britain. We spent time in Holland with my mom’s side of the family and my father loved skiing. He loved it so much, he bought a ski chalet in Switzerland. But there was still a lot of Europe I hadn’t seen.

As I drove through a few small towns, heads turning as I drove by, the roads opened up to the view of rolling country sides as far as I could see. Still trying not to make to many turns not to get lost, I spotted a cute little village in the distance to my right and decided to go check it out. It only took about ten minutes to reach the town center.

Well, this looks like a good place for lunch and pulled up in front a little seaside pub and walked in. I was surprised to see the place so crowded in the middle of the day for such a seemingly small village. No tables looked available, but there was one seat left at the bar. So, I took it. Sitting next to me, was a rather large man and immediately recognized him, as was Peter Grant, who would some day become the manager of Led Zeppelin.

From the stories I’ve heard he wasn’t a friendly guy, but it was an opportunity I couldn’t let go of, and introduced myself. To my surprise he was quite friendly.

Jake: “Hi, aren’t you Peter Grant”?

Peter Grant: “Ya mate, do I know ya”?

Jake: “No, but you manage rock bands, right”?

Peter Grant: “What, no, but I’ve been thinking about it, who the hell are ya mate”?

Jake: “Oh, sorry, I saw you at a club in Liverpool awhile back and someone told me you were a band manager”.

Peter: “Well mate, ya got ma name right, but I haven’t been to Liverpool in very a long time, maybe your thinkin of some other Peter Grant”.

Not wanting to piss him off, I tried changing the conversation.

Jake: “This is my first time here, found it by accident, good atmosphere”.

Peter Grant: “Yea mate, I come ere all the time, good regulars ere, where ya from, America”?

Jake: “Yeah, New York, gonna open a record company somewhere in London”.

Peter Grant: “That sounds like a lofty goal mate, waddya know about the music biz”?

We talked for quite awhile about the music industry, articulating my plans for creating a safe place for musicians. A place where they won’t get ripped off by greedy business men who know nothing about good music. Peter was a bit difficult to read, but I believe I made an impression on him. When I asked, he willingly gave me his phone number and said he’s interested in working with me if I ever do anything with my ideas.

On the way back to my hotel, I was thinking about how, before all of this, I watched the Beatles on TicToc, documentaries about Freddie Mercury, Rolling Stones, and how amazing it must have been to live in those times as a young man. Here I am, before it’s all about to happen, and I’m going to be a part of it, live it for real! Overwhelmed with goosebumps, the hair on my arms standing up, I just can’t believe how incredibly lucky I am! Moving forward I can never lose sight of that!

Simone looked stunning as always when I picked her up for our date. She was very impressed at how well my driving had improved since the day before. At dinner we talked about everything from English politics to our hopes for the future. At one point, I brought up John Lennon, who she’s known since grade school. I told her I thought he had a certain charisma and would be a big star someday. She laughed. During our conversation, there were a couple of moments when I felt tempted to tell her the truth about how I am really from the future. We clicked so well and it was tempting, but stopped myself and decided I would tell her one day, only not today.

The night was going much to well to risk ruining what chemestry we had. After dinner we walked around the busy streets of Liverpool, talking non-stop, when we ran into some people Simone knew. Simone introduced me, but did most of the talking, they asked us if we wanted to join them for a drink just down the street. Feeling worn ot from the day I didn’t really want to go, but agreed anyway because Simone wanted to, I smiled and said “lead the way”.

When we got to the pub I was relieved to see it wasn’t packed with people and we sat at the bar. Her three friends, all women, were quite provocatively dressed, ready to hook up with any acceptable guy who made an effort. My mood perked up quickly, as I watched her friends and some guys sitting at a tabel making eyes at each other. This should be interesting, as one of them stood up and started to walk over.

To my surprise he approached Simone like I was invisable, and introduced himself as Brian. It took a second before I recognized him, it was Brian Jones who, in the next few years, form the Rolling Stones.

It was then I realized this whole cosmic situation must have some grand design. I was definitely back in time for a reason, not just some random happening. What are the odds I’d meet not one, but two people who play a major roll in the music industry that I plan to lead someday? Or, maybe this is what it was like, random musicians running into each other? I knew from my research, a lot of musicians knew each other and frequented certain clubs, but was it really this effortless?

Brian didn’t seem to even notice me, doing his best to impress Simone, saying he was in a blues band and if she liked the blues and would supply her with free tickets. Simone was amazing, expressing her disinterest and that he should talk to her friends, then telling him she had a serious boyfriend. As she turned him down simultaneously grabbing my hand while leaning against me. Thats when I turned around and introduced myself to Brian with, “I love the blues, I’d love some free tickets”! Simone did her best not to laugh in his face. She found my introduction funny. However, Brian didn’t find me at all amusing. He went back to his friends at the table without saying a word.

Jake: “So you have a serious boyfriend”?

Simone: “Well, I ad ta tell im somethin luv, so ee’d leave us alone”.

Jake: “If things keep going this well, you might have one sooner than you think”.

Simone must have liked my comment and reciprocated with a big hug and kiss on the lips”. Later that night, I dropped her off at home and made my move, and she met it with enthusiasm. We kissed for what felt like hours before I drove back to the Adelphi.

Back in my hotel suite, laying in bed, reminiscing about the night I just had. In my mind I’m still a fifty seven year old man, but my physical body is a twenty year old kid, lusting over this insanely gorgeous eighteen year old girl! Back in 2023 an eighteen year old girl would have had nothing to do with me and I’d be considered a pervert. Its difficult to wrap my head around this reality sometimes, but one thing is certain, I can’t wait to be intiment with her!

A few days later the phone rang, thinking it was Simone, whereas she’s the only one who ever calls, I answered with, “hey sweetheart”. The voice on the other end, a man’s voice, replied, “ohh dahling I miss ya soft touch on ma big bosoms” and laughter on the other end. It was John Lennon calling to tell me Paul McCartney and his friend George had joined his band. He wanted me to come to Paul’s house and listen to them play a few songs. Of course I said yes.

The evening after John’s call I drove to Paul McCartney’s house and was greeted at the door by Paul’s father. He introduced himself as Jim and proceeded to guide me back to Paul’s room which was small and cramped with the four of us in it. John seemed quite pleased to see me while Paul was a bit more reserved as they introduced me to George Harrison. George was sitting on a small chair with a guitar almost bigger than he was and looked almost prepubescent, then I remembered he was only thirteen the first time he met John. Paul thanked me for introducing him to John and told me they were writing a song called, “Just Fun” and wanted to play it for me.

My conversation with John last weekend must have made an impression. I don’t know what he told Paul and George. But, the vibe I was getting was that they thought I was already some kind of a music mogul. They played their song and quite frankly, even though It wasnt very good I showed my enthusiasm and support for what they were doing.

Paul: “So, waddya think”?

Jake: “Not bad, you guys definitely have something, all you need now is a bass player and drummer”!

John: “I hear ya, Paul, didn’t you say you could play bass too”?

Paul: “Yea, I guess, but I don’t have a bass”.

Jake: “I’ll tell ya what, if you guys are serious, I’ll put up the cash for a bass”.

Paul: “For real, that would be bloody epic if ya did that”! “

Jake: “Ok, now you have two guitars and a bass player, what are you gonna do for a drummer”?

John: “See Paul, I told ya this fella was for real, me friend Collin at school plays drums, I’ll give im a ring, see if eed join us”.

Jake: “George, you’re awfully quite over there, any thoughts”?

George: “Yea mate, wadda I’m gonna do if we get club gigs, they won’t let me in”.

Jake: “Ahhh, don’t you worry about that, I’ll take care of it”.

George: “Yea, how ya gonna do that mate”?

Jake: “Like I said, let me worry about that, you guys just keep practicing and get good”?

George: “So you gonna be our manager then”?

I paused a minute before answering, the guys all starring at me for an answer. These guys really want guidance!

Jake: “Once you all get tight, with about twenty songs, I’ll start working on gettin ya some gigs and we’ll take it from there. I’ll manage you for awhile, but my plan is to create a whole new record label, if you guys get good, you’ll be my first band”.

Paul: “Twenty songs, it’ll take foreva to write twenty songs”!

Jake: “Haha, I don’t mean, write, twenty songs, I mean learn twenty songs, covers, like what you were doing at the church last weekend

John: “Yeah mate, I get it”,

Jake: The more songs you can play, the longer you can stay on stage, more people will see and hear you… thus creating a fan base. You guys are gonna be good, I can feel it, Paul, you let me know when you want to head into town for a bass and we’ll get one”.

Paul: “I can go tomorrow as soon as the shop opens”.

Jake: “Sounds like a plan, call me after ten am tomorrow morning and I’ll come pick you up”.

John: “Can I join ya’s”?

Jake: “Yea John, you and George are more than welcome, but you know what I’m drivin, its gonna be a tight fit”.

John: “Me an George will meet ya there”.

Jake: “Ok guys, I gotta run, I’ll see ya tomorrow”.

On the way out I could hear John telling Paul and George “see, told ya this bloke was the real deal, which they responded with, “Yea, he seems ta know the biz”! They seem really inspired, hopefully I can win them over. When I got back to the hotel I immediately called Simone to tell her about my meeting with the guys.

Simone: “Ya really gonna buy Im a bass guitar”?

Jake: “Yea, why not, I think they have a ton of charisma and potential, and I like them”.

Simone: “Ya know, John’s a bit of a wild one, hope ee don’t give ya any trouble luv”.

Jake: “Nah, I don’t think so, he seems really passionate about playing music, they all do, and remember what I said about creating a music haven”!

The next day I woke up feeling anxiety over my day ahead, aside from Ringo, I’m going guitar shopping with the future Beatles! I’ll need to be witty and somewhat authoritative around them, earn their respect so they listen to me.

As soon as I pulled up, Paul came running out and jumped into the passenger seat without opening the door, obviously excited.

Paul: “Ayy Jake, this is a real beauty, this is”!

Jake: “Yea, it gets me around, you can give directions, right”?

Paul: “Yaaa, mate, easy, High Street’s just straight ahead”!

With the top down, wind blowing, there wasn’t much conversation other than a few minimal directions to the music shop. It didn’t take long to get there and when we arrived, George and John were already waiting in front, George even saved us a parking spot right out front.

The guys were like little kids on Christmas, looking at every guitar and every instrument in the shop, dreaming of having one for themselves. We were there for almost two hours when Paul finally came over with a Rickenbacker bass he liked and wanted to know if it was to much. The bass he picked was $255.00, which at that time was around $1,000.00 compared the time I came from. I told him, “no problem” let’s pay for it and get outta here!

Paul was over the moon with his new bass. He thought he was going to hug me, but he didn’t. I was instantly reminded of an interview he did in his later years. He said, “men in Liverpool could never say I love you to another man or show affection, it wasn’t a manly thing to do”. Paul just shook my hand with a warmhearted smile and thanked me for my generosity.

The thought had occurred to me, maybe I should buy John and George new guitars too, only, I didn’t want to send a message that I was some cash cow they could exploit. or that I was trying to buy them in some way. I wanted them to think of me as a friend, a good friend.

After leaving the music shop, being that it was a warm sunny day and the drive back to Paul’s wasn’t far, we all decided to pile into my little sports car. It was a hilarious fifteen minute drive. The guys were in great spirits, yelling out to girls on the street, singing Burning Love by Elvis Presley.

Once we were back at the McCartney house, the guy’s were excited to jam with Paul on his new bass. I was invited in to watch, but declined, saying I had to go meet Simone which they perversely teased me about, I was whipped by a beach bunny, whatever that meant. I didn’t really have any plans to meet Simone. For some reason I was in a funk and wanted to be alone, feeling a little bewildered by the day.

Time travel and causality. I’ve been living this new life just a little over two weeks now and so much has already happend! Aside from introducing Paul and John, I haven’t done anything that would significantly change the future as I knew it. But what will happen when I eventually do? I’ve considered eliminating Yoko Ono from John’s life, knowing how badly she manipulated him. Only, that would mean his son Seaun would never be born, their love-in, in Amsterdam probably won’t happen, maybe John never moves to New York? These thoughts, as daunting as they are, need to be considered with every major change I make.

After dropping the guy’s off, I drove around contemplating time travel and wished for someone I could debate with over the subject. Should I tell Simone I was from the future? If I do, I’ll need to prove it somehow, how do I do that? John Lennon’s mother is killed after being hit by a car on July 5th 1958, about a year fom now. Maybe I’ll wait and confess my truth shortly before that happens. What will change if I save John’s mother? I’d be a hero to the Lennon family and John will be forever grateful to me. Then again, will John and Paul still bond like they did over the death of their mothers? Right now, the idea for making any big changes is a year away, so I have time to contemplate this mystification. So much to think about!

For some odd reason, as soon as I got back to my hotel, I found myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror. I was staring at myself, my new self, examining every detail of my strange face and body. To see myself in a different body is probably the most inconceivable factor of my current status. The reflection wasn’t me, but it was me, no one could possibly know what this is like. I can get used to living in the 1950s. But living in a twenty-year-old body with a fifty-seven-year-old memory is daunting, to say the least.

Watching the guys today at the music shop, I thought it would be a great day, instead, I felt isolated and out of touch, like I was a fraud and didn’t belong. How do they see me, I look young, but do I act young? Maybe I’m seen as an old soul, maybe I’m just overthinking this whole thing. My mind was all over the map and decided to give Simone a call, see if she wanted to go out or do something.

Calling Simone, she picked up on the first ring.

Simone: “Ello Mr. Jake, so owd it go with the boys today”?

Jake: “Its was fun, you should have seen them, they were like little kids, we were at the music shop for almost two hours, how was your day”?

Simone: “Well, not much ta speak of really, helped me mum clean the house and studied a wee bit, sittin on the sofa, watching tha telly now”.

Jake: “Yea, I’m feeling bored, you feel like going out for dinner, or maybe some couch company”?

Simone: “I’d luv ta, but mum and dad are home and I need to be up early for class, how bout tommorow yea”?

Jake: “Tomorrow is good, pick you up after class, round 3:30”?

Simone: “Okay, sound great”!

Jake: “I think I’m gonna start looking for an apartment and move outta this hotel, it’s starting to depress me a little”.

Simone: “Awww, poor wittle Jakey feeling lonely is ee”?

Jake: “Hahaha, yea maybe a little”.

Over the next year, I became more comfortable in my new skin. Simone helped me find and furnish a nice three-bedroom house close to where John and his aunt Mimi live. There was a garage attached to my rented house and let the guys set it up so they could come over and jam, which they did almost everyday. They were starting to get really good and I could see the Beatles evolving right before my eyes.

My relationship with Simone was going amazingly well and she moved in with me two months ago. We were constantly laughing, having the best time together. When we weren’t having people over, we were out watching bands play at the local clubs or at a local house party. John met Cynthia a little over a month ago at one of these house parties and stays over so much Simone named one of our rooms “The Lennon Suite”. The five of us were like family at this point, we all looked out for each other.

I’ve also taken steps toward building my music lable. One drunken night with the help of John, Paul and George, came up with the name, “Revolution Records”. We talked about where the best place would be to set up a state-of-the-art recording studio. We unanimously agreed London would be the best location. Only, the problem with London, it was a two and a half hour train ride from Liverpool. George still had a year of school left and un beknownst to the rest of the guys, I still had to find, meet and convince Brian Epstien and George Martin to work for me, then move to London as well. For now the idea was to rent a big storage space and start purchasing the equipment we needed, then move it once we found a permanent space.

Today is June 28th, 1958 and John’s mother will be hit by a car and killed a week from now. Simone and I are in love and I think its time I tell her the truth about where I came from. She probably won’t believe me. But after I tell her about John’s mother and then save her life, she won’t have any choice but to believe me. I trust her implicitly!

I decided to take Simone for a nice dinner and was very nervous about telling her my inconceivable truth. It was a warm spring evening as we walked up the steps of the Portugeese restaurant, which Simone picked out. The atmosphere was otherworldy, decorated with elaborate light fixtures and gold flaking everywhere you looked, even our table had gold flaking on it. Once we sat down Simone immediately wanted to know what was so important we had to go out for me to tell her.

We sat there for a few minutes, not saying a word, just awkwardly smiling at each other, Simone wanted to laugh, but stopped herself. I was feeling scared, trying to gather my thoughts.

Jake: “Do you remember when we first met and I told you I had just arrived from New York”?

Simone: “Yea”

Jake: “Well, I am from New York, but I’m from New York in 2023. Simone’s eyebrows immediately went up! “Wait, before you say anything, please let me finish. I know you probably think I’m crazy for saying that, but hear me out. On my 57th birthday, I don’t know how, but I traveled back in time to the Adelphi hotel, 1957, and somehow took over this body.”

All of my memories from 2023 are intact, yet I have no recollection of the real Jake Fantastic, except for some paperwork I stumbled upon. I strongly believe that he overdosed on heroin on the day of my arrival. And considering the possibility his death and the astral meditation practice I was learning at the time might be connected. The fact that we share the same birthday which raise my suspicions. On top of that, I discovered track marks on my leg, along with empty heroin bags and a needle under the bed, which further supports my suspicion of his overdose.”

The night I met you was the day I woke up at the Adelphi, I was so freaked out and had no idea how I got here, or what to do. Then I found a briefcase in the closet which had a lot of answers about who this body was, and have been taking it day by day ever since. When you saw me laughing at the bar, I was hysterical over what had just happened”.

Simone just looked at me with a blank stare before she responded.

Simone: “Well, Jake, thats quite a lot to take in. So, you’re telling me that you’re 57? You don’t look 57, but I will say, you’re a lot more mature than most guy’s I know. If you’re from 2023, then you must know what happens in the future”.

Jake: “I do”.

Simone: “Jake I don’t know what to say, I do love you and I want to believe you, but you must understand how this all sounds, it’s just not possible”!

Jake: “One of the reasons I waited to tell you till now, is because I knew I had to prove it once I confessed it. In fact, something is going to happen next week, which I believe will show you I’m telling the truth”.

Simone: “Oh, whats happening next week”?

I proceeded to tell her about John’s mother being hit and killed by a drunk driver on the 5th. I also told her how the guys would go on to become the most famous band in history, called the Beatles, and start Beatlemania.

I told her about my obsession with the British music scene in the 60’s and 70’s. I even told her the sad story about the guy who tried to pick her up (Brian Jones) that one night and how he goes on to form the Rolling Stones and ends up dead in his pool.

As the night went on I told her many of the particulars of what I knew about future, and many events which happen between now and 2023. After illustrating so many details about the future I think she may have started to believe my story, if not just a little bit… or the opposite.

After we arrived home, Simone was noticeably quiet and retired to bed early. On the contrary, I was consumed by paranoia, fearing that I had potentially ruined the best relationship I had ever experienced. To clear my mind, I decided to take a walk.

The following week was marked by an uncomfortable atmosphere between Simone and me. She spoke less, and in the presence of others, especially when the guys were around, she seemed distant and preferred to retreat into our bedroom to read rather than engage socially. In fact, George even took me aside at one point to inquire about the state of our relationship, to which I reassured him that everything was fine.

Today was the day of Julia’s accident. At around 6 pm, I asked Simone to accompany me to John’s Aunt Mimi’s house. Initially, she seemed somewhat reluctant, but eventually agreed and we walked over together. John’s Aunt Mimi has always been very hospitable whenever we visit, and as soon as we entered, she kindly offered us tea. When I inquired about Julia, Mimi informed me that she wasn’t expecting her. Simone gave me a disappointing stare, and at that moment, the phone rang. To my surprise, it was Julia calling to let us know that she was on her way over, after having an argument with her husband.

Twenty minutes later Julia was at the front door and we all sat, talking in the living room for the next few hours. I felt overly nervous, knowing what this night will bring and how it will change John’s future. About 9:28pm Julia said she needed to get to the bus stop because the last bus was at 9:45 then thanked us for cheering her up as she stood up to leave. It was then, I stood up too and insisted we all walk with her since we had to get home as well and we were on our way.

John lived with Mimi and didn’t really need to come with us. But, I harrased him a bit and told him to be good to his mother. She’s the only one he’s got, which he agreed with.

We were almost at the bus stop, Simone looking at me like I was out of my mind, John up front talking to Julia about how good the band was getting. If this timeline was the same as the one I knew, I was about to seriously change it, if it’s not, my relationship with Simone will most likely be over. We were about to cross the street to the bus stop on the other side. I ran up past John and Julia and stopped them. At that moment a big black sedan sped past us, recklessly riding up on the sidewalk and almost hitting John before regaining control and disappearing into the darkness.

Once they realized what almost happened, all eyes were on me. I tried to make a joke out of it, like nothing just happend, noticably shaking, and said, “okay, its safe to cross now” and extended my arm as to guide their way. At the bus stop John was hysterical.

John: “Did you see that, that bloody arse almost killed us! Jake, if you didn’t stop us, I’d be dead, and mum too”!

John then proceeded to hug me with a slap on the back. Julia expressed her gratitude aswell with a hug and kiss on the cheek. Simone didn’t say a word, she just stood there, expressionless. Me? I felt out of controll, like I was messing with something that would one day destroy me.

I think we were all in shock, it was a real close to death tribulation. Within a few minutes the bus arrived, Julia turned to us with a smile as she boarded, commenting she would call John as soon as she got home.
John didn’t say much either, aside from, “see ya at practice tomorrow”, and proceeded to walk home in the oppisite direction. Simone was also quiet on our walk home so I didn’t try pushing any serious conversation notwithstanding the million thoughts going through my head.

As we approached our front door, Simone turned to me and gave me a tight hug. Then she pulled back and quietly said, “I love you, and I believe you”. It was an exhausting, emotional night and instead of talking we sat on the couch together, watching Benny Hill on TV, a few laughs are just we needed.

The next day, I wanted more than anyting to talk about my standing, now that I had someone I could talk with about it! Only, I knew it was a lot, I’ve had over a year to contemplate the vast implications, Simone just found out a week ago, but I’m sure she must be thinking about it and will talk to me when she’s ready. I just hope it hasn’t ruined our relationship.

Later that night I was hanging out with the guys, watching them jam, they were sounding great! Paul was doing all the vocals so I asked George and John why they didn’t sing lead more. John said he didn’t like his voice and George didn’t respond at all. Right as they were about to go into another song, Simone walked in, watched for a few minutes, then asked if I would come into the house, which I was eager and a bit
nervous to do!

Being led by the hand, I felt more at ease, knowing it wasn’t the end for us. We sat at the kitchen table when Simone started opening up about our unusual connection.

Simone: The guys are realy starting to sound good, doncha think”?

Jake: “Yeah, they really are, I’m trying to get them a gig at the Cavern Club now, but, you remember what I told you, they’re gonna be big, and we’re gonna be a pivotal part of it”!

Simone: “Yea, let’s talk more about that”.

Simone: “At first, with how you were describing your arrival from the future and everything that will happen, I thought you were either playing a big joke on me, or, I’m in love with an unhinged loon”! But as you were describing it to me, all these wild notions, you said them with such confidence, like you knew and had zero doubt about what you were saying”! “What scared me the most, was that a big part of me believed you”! I’ve never heard of anyone time traveling, last week I went to the library to read anything I could find, and the only conclusion was, anybody who thought they could time travel were either lying or crazy, because modern science says it’s not possible”! “After that, I thought I was living with a psychotic and wasn’t sure what to do”. “But then, exactly like you said it would happen, you save John and his mum”! “When Mimi said she didn’t expect John’s mum and then she called right after that she was, I almost fell off the chair and knew you weren’t daft and were truthful about everything you told me’! “You said you were 57 and the year was 2023 before you came into your new body, which aint to shabby, gotta say”.

Jake: “Yeah it was my birthday”

Simone: “That’s truly amazin luv, do you want to go back”?

Jake: “Well, honestly, aside frome the initial shock of getting here, I don’t think I ever once, wanted to, or thought about going back, I’ve loved every minute since meeting you, then John and everyone, this is a much better life than what I left behind”!

Simone; “My one big question then, being 57 on the inside, don’t see me an the fellas like little kids”?

Jake: “Not at all, for one, you are the smartest 18 year old I know, and I love Paul, John and George, they are so talented, on top of that, I’m laughing every moment I spend with them… and you”! Laughter is the key to a long life, ya know”!

Simone and I talked for hours, everything was great, she had so many questions which I answered as well as I could, but, I’m sure she’ll have a ton more as time moves forward. George and the guys came in to say it was ten pm and were heading out, Paul was being a bit nosey.

Paul: What ya two doin in ere, haven’t seen ya all night, ya know you’re our favorite couple”.

Jake: “What Paul, you writtin a book, we’re better than ever”!

Paul: “Nooo, not writtin a book mate, just a concerned citizen”. Me an George been noticin how modlin ya both been the last week’.

Jake: “We’re good, no worries, oh yeah, almost forgot, I’m workin to get you a gig at the Cavern and meeting Alan Sytner, the owner on Tuesday”.

George: “Really, thats bloody lush mate, why diniya say something before”?

Jake: “Well, if it doesn’t happen, I didn’t want you to be dissapointed”.

John: “Nah Jake, we have total faith in ya, ya done a lot for us, right boys”!

All: “Right”! Then they all walked out.

What a rollercoaster few days it’s been. But now, I have the love and respect of not only a great woman but, a group of guys about to become the world’s most famous musicians! Now I can focus on my plans for building a fair music industry where every group or solo artist won’t need to worry about getting ripped off!
I knew the boys would eventually get Richard Starkey, aka Ringo Star, as their drummer. But, I wanted to bypass a few issues they had in those early days. One of them was the firing of Pete Best.

Having read and watched a few interviews, Pete Best was devastated when he was outed from the group and spent a lot of years in depression over it. I thought maybe, if he was never in the Beatles I could spare him that pain. Now that Simone knows the truth, I began consulting her on almost everything when it came to altering future events. We had a long conversation about it over breakfast, debating, over how it may change the lives of Pete Best, Rory and Ringo.

It was a fun conversation and ultimately Simone agreed with getting Ringo in early. During their next jam, we talked to the guys about changing their name to the Beatles.

When the guys showed up we talked about changing the name of the band. I used the same dialogue I heard during a documentary. It was about how their name was a play on the word “beat.” This convinced them it was a good idea, and they loved it! They met the idea of Ringo as their new drummer with a certain enthusiasm. Colin, their current drummer, expressed some relief. Apparently, he was planning to leave for university in September anyway. I thought for sure I’d get a some resitance, but got absolutely none, they enthusiasticly agreed to everything! I was now working with the Beatles!

The next step, was getting Ringo on board, but where do we find him? Ringo wasn’t yet playing with Rory and the Hurricanes, although the guys had vaiguley heard of him playing with another band. George had met him once during local soccer game at school and said he’d invite him to come over. I knew I had about a year to get Ringo on board and intergrated with the band before sending them off to Hamburg. Another thing I needed to do was get my Revolution Records studio up and running in London, then convince George Martin to work for me. There was a lot to do in preperation for what was about to come!

A few days later, true to his word, George showed up with Ringo and introduced him to the guys amd me as their manager which I wasn’t thrilled about, but flatterd at the same time. We were all in the garage laughing at John dancing around like ballerinas with the idea they should try playing classical music. It was the perfect time for Ringo to show up, giving the impression we were a lot of fun to be with.

George: “Ayy everyone, this is me friend Ringo”. They all said hi at the same time which was funny initself.

Ringo: “Hey, so what songs are ya playin in this band”?

John: “Rockin roll, what else, but yea, Buddy Holly, Elvis a little Carl Perkins, what songs can you play”?

Ringo: “Ohh, a litte of this, a little of that, lets jam, see if we’re any good”.

Ringo sat behind Collin’s drum kit and adjusted himself.

Paul: “Jailhouse Rock, ya know that one”?

Ringo: “Yea mate lets do it, and a one, and a two…”

I’m no musician, but it seemed to me they nailed it on the very first song! I could see John, Paul and George, all looking at each other very pleased and I think, surprised at how well Ringo fit with their style. Even Simone and I looked at each other, feeling quite satisfied with ourselves.

Christmas was approaching fast, the guys still come over and jam almost everyday and begining to sound like the Beatles I knew in 2023. Today I had some great news for them. At around 5:30 I could hear them warming up from the house. Simone was very excited to give them the news. And so she should, because if not for her and her beauty I’m not sure Bob Wooler, one of the Cavern Club owners, would have agreed to giving the guys a gig there. I don’t think he took his eyes off Simone’s chest the whole time we were talking.

Simone: “Hey guys, we have some good news”!

Paul: “Yea, what’s that”?

Simone: Well, Jake and I had a meeting yesterday with a fella by the name of Bob. He agreed to having you play at his club”!

John: “Really, fantastic, what club”?

Simone: “The Cavern Club, you go on at 6pm next Thursday”!

The guys looked absolutely gobsmacked! “

John: “Holy crap, I canna believe it, how, that club aint easy to get a gig in”,

Jake: “You should thank Kat, she, ummm, was very persuasive during the meeting we had, you have to pick five songs for his approval though, I’ll leave that to you to figure out which ones”.

Paul: “Thanks Simone, thats amazing”!

The rest of the guys followed Paul with their gratitude and went back to jamming.

Thursday arrived, the club was packed! Around two hundred people showed up, not because the Beatles were playng, they were the opening act. They were all there to see Billy Fury, a local Skiffle band.

The guys, noticably nervous, were just about to go on stage, the MC started to announcing the line up for the evening, the crowd roaring, loud and screaming for Billy Fury. On the side of the stage, George looked like he was about to pass out, so I gave my best attempt a pep talk.

Jake: “You’ve been playing these songs for almost a year, your’re gonna nail it, and even if you don’t, who cares”.

Emotions were high, me , Simone, all the guys stood there in disbelief, not a word between them, then, the MC announced.

“HERE FOR THE FIRST TIME AT THE CAVERN!… A LOCAL BAND… ALL AROUND GOOD BLOKES, PLEASE GIVE IT UP, FOR… THE BEATLES”!

Walking on stage, any hint of nerves became invisible, professionals from the very start. It was a proud moment, as if I were watching my prodogies take flight. John and Paul adjusted their microphones, all checked each other and went straight into Buddy Holly’s, “That’ll be The Day”! They were on fire, hitting every note, Ringo and Paul already shaking their heads like Beatlemania was in full swing.

As soon as they stopped the crowd went absolutely insane! My immediadte thought was to cut a demo with our new recording equipment, so we can send it off to Hamburg immediately. The guys were on stage for almost a half hour when they came off, you could tell their confidence just shot up ten levels. Simone and I were super excited for them too! As they cooled off, we packed everthing up in the new van I bought a few weeks ago, for this very reason. The guy’s don’t know it yet, but I’m planning to officially give it to them before they take off for Germany. I’m also buying all new instruments for them as well.

Once packed up, John said, “lets go out and get pissed boys”! George, Paul and Ringo were right there with him, “Yea, lets go”! Simone and I glanced at eachother, looked at the guys and told them, “The night’s on us boys”, “woo hoo”! The energy was intoxicating, we pratically ran out the back door, into the street, then I stopped us all dead in our tracks. “wait a minute”. “You guy’s just killed it in there”. “Why not have a few pints here, at the Cavern”?! “Everyone just saw you up on stage, you’re almost famous in there”! Paul was looking at me with a eureka like expression. “Ya see boys, we’re in the presence of genius ere”! “Ole Jake is right, lets hit the Cavern first”! I responded humorsouly with my attempt at a British accent. “Who ya callin old, ya wanker”! With that said, we went back in, passing by Billy Fury, screaming into his mic on our way to
the bar.

We had an amazing night, mingling with numerous new people, dancing, enjoying drinks, and having an unforgettable time. There are moments when I momentarily forget that I am reliving the vibrant spirit of being 21 once again.

As the next morning dawned, my head felt undeniably heavy, akin to a bowling ball. Leaving the bed while Kat peacefully sleeps, never fails to captivate me. The sight of her stunning, curvaceous physique and the radiant glow of her silky skin in the morning sunlight fills any man with a deep sense of admiration and pride.
Down in the livingroom, Paul and John were feeling right at home lounging on our couch watching a talk show on tv. When I went to the kitchen, there was George with his head deep in the refridgerater. He noticed me standing there, “Ay mate, fancy some bacon and eggs”, as he took a full package of bacon out. “Yea George sounds good, you know where the pans are, right”? “Yea mate, sure do”.

For the next few months, most of my time was allocated to networking with radio stations and actively engaging with as many people as possible, with the impending departure of the guys to Hamburg, Germany. Thanks to Simone’s assistance, we managed to secure a six-month residency for them at the Indra Club. In a few day’s I’m planning to surprise them with the new van and new drums for Ringo.

August 15th, 1960, it was hot! Simone and I are in the house with the airconditioner blasting and waiting for the guys to show up. We spent the better part of last night cleaning out the garage and packing the new van with all their gere. Simone in an annoyed state: “I knew they’d be late!” “It’s already 2pm and they have an 11hr drive ahead of im!” Jake, feeling amused: “haha, listen to you!” “You sound like their mother!” We both giggled, and at that moment Paul’s dad pulled up in his sedan and all the guys got out. Paul’s dad was about to drive off so I ran over to stop him.

Jake hastily calls out: “Jim!” “Hang on a minute!” “Jim in a happy mood: “Hey, yea what’s up?” Speaking in a softer tone so the guys couldn’t hear me. Jake in a near whisper: “You should stay a few minutes, I have a big surprise for the chaps on their trip to Hamburg”. Jim sounding intrigued: “Yea, brilliant, I’ll pull me car in.”

All the guys looked bewildered and wanted to know where their old bus was, expecting to find it in the driveway when they arrived. George, sounding confused, asked, “Where’s our bus then? We can’t get to Hamburg on foot, ya know.” Just as Jim approached, Simone became excited to reveal their new mode of transportation and started opening the garage door. “Well, gentlemen, Jake and I have decided to send you off proper so we’ve purchased a brand new van for your trip!”

The guys initially fell silent, but John, filled with great enthusiasm, approached Simone and embraced her tightly. “Thank you so much, this is brilliant!” Following Simone’s announcement and the unveiling of the new van, I eagerly chimed in, “And besides the new van, we’ve also gifted Ringo a new set of drums to accompany it! We even had the bass drum stamped with the Beatles’ name on it!” Ringo was rendered speechless, while the remaining members of the group visibly displayed their excitement over our gift.

John, in a calm and humble voice, expressed his gratitude: “You guys are the best. You’ve both been so amazing to us, and I cannot adequately express how grateful we are.” Jim, with a voice filled with appreciation, joined John’s expression of thanks: “Yes, you have done so much for my son Paul and the rest of the lads. I was concerned that they would have difficulties in that old van, but they have undoubtedly found a true friend in you, Jake.” “Best of luck in Hamburg, chaps. Make a lasting impression!” With those words, Jim got into his sedan and departed.

It didn’t take long for the guys to get settled. Ringo positioned himself behind the driver’s seat, with John seated next to him. Meanwhile, Simone and I leaned against the windows on either side, evoking the image of bidding farewell to their children heading off to school. I instructed the guys to inform me once they arrived at the Hotel Hafen and mentioned that I would be joining them next week, planning to stay for one or two weeks. After saying our goodbyes and wishing them luck, off they went!

In that moment, my mind brimmed with excitement, for I knew that this journey would spark the phenomenon known as Beatlemania within the next two years. The guys, now my close friends, had no idea of the extraordinary events that awaited them!”

After meeting up with the guys in Hamburg, we had a wild time during the week I was there. They drew a huge crowd and packed the club every night. George, in particular, underwent a remarkable transformation. At home, he was more reserved than the others, but in Hamburg, he seemed like a completely different person. He indulged in heavy drinking, consumed amphetamines, and engaged in casual relationships with
different women every night. It is worth noting that he was only seventeen at the time and was using a fake ID, which I had obtained for him, and he certainly made the most of it.

With the pressure mounting, it became crucial for me to return to Liverpool to locate Brian Epstein and George Martin and find a way to persuade them to leave their current positions and join me. Once successful in achieving this, our next endeavor would involve securing a suitable location in London to establish a recording studio.

Upon my return to Liverpool, I immediately met with Simone to discuss a well-defined strategy for recruiting George Martin and Brian Epstein. After careful consideration, we mutually agreed that George Martin would be our primary focus and the first target of our plan. We recognized the immense value of his musical expertise, having worked with The Beatles, and knew that his involvement would bring credibility and success to our project. With our sights set on George Martin, we were determined to craft a compelling proposal that would demonstrate the benefits and opportunities of working with us.

Simone took charge of contacting Parlophone, using her alluring voice to make a persuasive call. Her skills shone through, as she successfully secured an appointment for us to meet with George Martin the next afternoon at 2:00 PM. The enchanting quality of her voice undoubtedly played a role in capturing the attention and interest of the relevant individuals at Parlophone, leading to this valuable opportunity.
We eagerly looked forward to the scheduled meeting, recognizing it as a critical step to enlist George Martin’s involvement.

The next day, we arrived at the Parlaphone offices early, aiming to make a good impression. Shortly after our arrival, we were guided through the studio and introduced to George. Meeting him in person was a stark contrast to seeing his pictures on the internet. He was a tall and distinguished man with slicked-back dark hair. Being aware of his significant history, I felt somewhat nervous and introduced Simone before introducing myself.

Confidently extending my hand for a handshake, I opened the conversation with our introduction, “Hello, Mr. Martin, I’m Jake Fantastic, and this is my partner, Simone Livingston. Our purpose here today is to present you with an exceptional opportunity: the creation of a new record label in London.” “With our solid financial backing, our primary objective is to establish a cutting-edge, state-of-the-art recording studio that encompasses every aspect, ranging from the studio itself and managerial roles down to the legal and accounting functions.” “

To demonstrate our utmost commitment and trust in your expertise, I am, more than delighted to offer you a
five-year contract. Our contract will provide you with complete autonomy in building the recording studio of your wildest dreams, allowing you to shape it according to your unique vision and preferences.” Adding enthusiasm, I continued, “Moreover, as a testament to our dedication, we are prepared to double your current salary and cover your relocation expenses during the first year.”

After George Martin expressed his initial shock and contemplation of the offer, he acknowledged the appeal and temptation it held. George inquired about the capital I planned to invest in the endeavor, to which I confidently replied, “Millions!” Recognizing the ambitious nature of the goal, George stated that achieving it would indeed require substantial financial resources. He then asked about the talent aspect and whether any musicians were already signed. I disclosed that we currently had one band called the Beatles, currently performing at the Indra Club in Hamburg. I firmly expressed that with George’s guidance, the Beatles could become the greatest and most influential rock group in history.

Proposing a chance for further discussion, I suggested inviting George’s wife to a dinner where we could all get to know one another better. They could then sleep on the decision and follow up in a few days. Acknowledging the magnitude of the opportunity and expressing my belief in George’s qualifications, I stressed that we were aware we were asking a lot.

Visibly tempted by the proposal, George agreed to call his wife and meet us for dinner to discuss the matter further. Wondering about the dinner location, I directed the question to Simone, who felt uncertain but suggested the Art School due to its appealing menu. George expressed his pleasure and confirmed that his wife would also enjoy the restaurant.

After settling on a dinner time of 7pm, George agreed. I eagerly offered to arrange a car to pick them up at 6:45pm that evening. With everything settled, Simone and I bid farewell, shaking hands with George, and left, concluding our meeting on a hopeful note.

On the way home from meeting George Martin Simone and I felt please with ourselves that the meeting went well. Simone sugested we bring financial statements to ensure our authenticity to which I agreed. Later that night, our dinner with George and his wife surpassed our expectations. I believe Simone’s idea helped alleviate their concerns regarding financial matters, particularly after we presented them with a bank statement showing a balance of fifteen million dollars. They both agreed that we were offering a unique,
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

To further entice them, we assured them that they wouldn’t have to give up their home in Liverpool and could easily afford both their current residence and a nice apartment in London. Before the dinner concluded, George and his wife agreed to work for us under a five-year contract, with George’s salary for the duration held in an escrow account. We have George Martin! Brian Epstien is next!

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Award ceremonies are conventionally considered boring, but when you find yourself as the guest of honor at the “Rock and Roll Hall of Fame” on your birthday, who could complain? It was an absolutely fantastic evening! The highlight was witnessing George, Freddy, and Keith playfully joking around on stage. It’s remarkable to think that, without my intervention, they would have otherwise passed away long ago.
Looking back on my extraordinary life at 89, I can honestly say, job well done! You accomplished what you set out to do when you first entered this body all those years ago.

Now, in the year 2027, I feel my days are numbered. Only, unlike my last life, in this life I’ve made a difference, feeling satisfied and content. I’ll spend remaining days, traveling and visiting with my close friends in the music business, which I pioneered. After the ceremony a few of us went back to George and Olivia’s house in Malibu, also where I was staying while here in California.

It was almost three in the morning, and was beginning to feel a bit worn, so I said good night to the few people who were still there. “Freddy, you still party like a youngster”! “Of course dahling, forever young, sweet dreams my dear Mr. Fantastic”! “Sounds like another hit song Freddy, can’t wait to hear it in the morning”, everyone laughed. “George, Olivia, John, Mary, Ed, I’ll see you all tomorrow, have a great night everyone, oh, and keep the noise down, haha, love you guys… g’night”.

The next morning I woke up and Victoria was sleeping next to me. Having been through this before my reaction was somewhat different. The first thing I did was reach for my phone to check the date, then noticed my two of my fingers were wrapped in bandaids, it’s May 23rd 2023, the day after my birthday, just like it was when I went to bed last night.

I just laid there in disbelief, my mind racing, and after about an hour with Victoria still sleeping, Luna jumped on the bed and licked my face in a frenzy, she knew is was breakfast time. I grabbed some old work clothes the dresser, got dressed and went downstairs. Sasha was laying next to the couch with a cone around her head, then remembered why my fingers were bandaged, the dogs had a fight yesterday.

I was back! Back to the life I was living… 65 years ago… or yesterday depending on your point of view and it made me sad.

The sun was out which was rare in this remote mountain town. I needed to process, so I walked in circles around the fifteen acres of trails behind my house. “It’s hard to describe an experience like this, especially after so many years, long after forgetting how you got there in the first place”. “Traveling back in time and creating a wonderful life for yourself, and then, all of a sudden, you’re back where it all began, living a life of struggle and isolation”! “How doe’s someone cope with a reality like that”? “

Am I certifiably insane, maybe somewhere along the way I became schizophrenic”? As soon as Lilly wakes up I’m going to be as sincere as I’ve ever been and tell her the whole story.

Lilly was finally awake and as I walked through the door she greeted me, “Morning honey”, “Hi, how are your fingers”?

Herb: “Okay, I’m sure they’ll be fine”. “Sasha looks really depressed”.

Lilly: “She is, I just cleaned her stitches and she doesn’t want to eat”.

Herb: “Listen, I really need to talk to you about something serious, you’ve had your coffee, right”?

Lilly: “Why, what’s wrong”?

Herb: “Nothing’s wrong, I just need to talk to you about something”.

Lilly: “Okay, what is it”?

Herb: “Okay, but first, tell me, have I been acting weird or maybe, delusional lately”?

Lilly: “You mean, how you always act”?

Herb: “Haha, very funny, I’m serious, have I”!

Lilly: “No, you’ve been fine, why”?

Herb: “Alright, I know this is all going to sound crazy and insane, but please let me tell the whole thing before you ask any questions, okay”?

Lilly: “Okay”.

Herb: “According to you, when you came to bed last night I was sleeping in it, right”? “What if I told you I’ve lived a lifetime as someone else, with all my conscious memories and was eighty five when I went to bed last night”?

For the next two hours we sat at the kitchen table while I told her my whole story of how I woke up in the Adelphi hotel in Liverpool, created a new music industry and the moments I cherished in that life.
“So, okay, do you believe me”?

Lilly: “No, there’s no proof”.

Herb: “But It was so real, I was aware of everything”,”! I ate, slept, I traveled, I made friends, I lived”! “How could it not be real”?

Life went quickly back to our normal routine and that night, with Lilly on her chair watching her crime drama, me, laying on the couch, surfing social media, trying to subdue my anxiety, I decided to Google “Jake N. Fantastic”. There he was, there I was, a list of websites pages long, I clicked the top headline. The headline read, “Jake Fantastic died last night, peacefully in his sleep at of George Harrison’s home in Malibu, he was eighty five years old”. The article went on to say. “The biggest names in music were all in attendance last night, to celebrate Mr. Fantastic’s eighty ninth birthday and to honor him with a “Life Time In Music” award”.

A few days later, walking down to his mailbox after a hard day plumbing. Going through his mail, spots, and opens an official looking letter from a Manhattan law firm. Inside he finds a certified bank check, made out to him in the amount of $59,631,438.32 and a personal note from his alternate self.

The note is dated, May 22nd, 1966 (the day and year of his birth), and reads:
You’ve never met me, but I am you.
I hope this helps with the mess you got yourself into.
Remember… in life, your happiness walks hand in hand with the decisions you make!
Don’t blow it!

Cheers mate!

Jacob N. Fantastic aka Herbert Wilensky.