Unlike Beatles tribute bands, a Beatles Hawaiian shirt can be worn with shameful pride. Not!

I’m not even sure if this is true, because I’ve never been to Hawaii, but once, when I was in Hawaii, back in the late ‘70s, I saw an eight piece Hawaiian Beatles tribute band aptly called Eight Hawaiians A Week. Spoiler alert: they sucked, as in oh my God, they were pitchier than a snake oil salesman. They held a tune like one would attempt to hold an eel after dipping it in lard. They sang with the thickest accents. Even though, they were horrendous, they were affable and adorable. In short, they wore the mop top wigs.

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