It was the hair.
I did not have a record player of my own and my father’s prized Garrard turntable and it’s HI-FI components he bought separately and assembled himself was entrusted to me under the condition that I not manually move the needle, but rather let the mechanical mechanism that lowered and lifted the needle be allowed to do its thing. My father loved good music and introduced me to the great vocalists, jazz musicians and band leaders of his time. He loved Ella, Ellington, Shearing and Vaughn. My father disliked the Beatles and was never one to carry on a conversation about them. His car radio homed in on WKTZ Jones College Radio and I don’t recall ever having the nerve to change the station. John Lennon was the only Beatle Dad ever talked about and you can only imagine what he had to say about him.