I AM THE EGGPLANT. I AM THE WALNUT. For a change of pace I attended part of the American English performance at Otto's Niteclub. (Unlike Liverpool's Cavern, the concert used the first floor stage area, rather than the basement.) The performances are quite faithful to the music as I remember it from my road-trip collections, and a few of the tunes jogged some memories. The younger set is not quite so prone to screaming as the fans I recall from the Beatles' 1964 tour of the States, although they're quite receptive to the Sgt. Pepper and later era works, including the proper howls at the Eggman. Something there is about the visual effects for "Yellow Submarine" and "Octopuses' Garden." Put "GERITOL" in big letters behind the band and you're looking at Lawrence Welk for the 2020s.