Joe leaned against the old jukebox in the studio, smiling at Nelly Furtado.
“Tell me something, Nelly,” he said. “Back in high school… you were obsessed with The Beatles, weren’t you? The world’s first real boy band.”
Nelly laughed. “Obsessed might be the right word. My friends and I had posters everywhere—John Lennon with the round glasses, Paul McCartney with that sweet face, George Harrison looking mysterious, and Ringo Starr just being… Ringo.”
Joe nodded thoughtfully.
“You know,” he said, “I always had this crazy idea. If I could hijack Lennon’s peaceful revolution—love, music, peace signs, the whole thing—I might impress you.”
Nelly raised an eyebrow. “Hijack it?”
Joe shrugged. “Not steal it. Just… remix it. Lennon had the message: imagine no war, imagine people living as one. But I figured if a guy could actually live that message, maybe a girl who grew up loving the Beatles would notice.”
Nelly smiled, remembering.
“Back then,” she said, “it felt like those songs could change the world. When Lennon sang ‘Give Peace a Chance’ or ‘Imagine,’ it felt bigger than pop music.”
Joe grinned.
“Exactly! I figured if I could start a little peaceful revolution of my own—maybe with a jukebox, some good people, and a lot of music—you might think, ‘Hey, this guy gets it.’”
Nelly laughed softly.
“So all this time,” she said, “your grand strategy to impress me was… becoming a bootleg disciple of John Lennon?”
Joe tipped an imaginary fedora.
“Guilty. Every revolution needs a good soundtrack.” 🎶✌️
