Friday, June 29, 2012
tumblr from paulramone. Does anyone have anything to shed some light on this photo. Is Yoko supposed to be next to John and she got blurred out by the camera or intentionally? Interesting fan photo.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
These are photos from the article and photos by Pattie Emerson. I had always had them extremely too small to even share, but I have scanned them from the original article (instead of trying to get them from a scan of a picture of the article) and tried to fix them a bit.
Here is yet another Datebook magazine story about how a 14 year old girl, Susan, attended a Beatles press conference and then gave the key to the city to John. She even ate a piece of chicken with Ringo. Although when I read this story, I felt sort of bad for the one guy fan. He wasn't in the photo and wasn't mentioned again.
Susan Herd (age 14) O’Farrell Junior High School San Diego, CA
I had written to our mayor, Frank Curron to ask if I would present the Beatles with the Key to the City of San Diego. In about three days I received a reply asking me to come to the mayor’s office to make further arrangements. When I arrived at his office I found another girl, Claudia Nesbit, and in a short time two other girls arrived, Marlene Shelton and Susan Clark. And a boy, Randy Doller, also came. We were seated in the mayor’s office. He gave each of us a key. They were small and gold.
We decided Marlene was to give the key to Paul, Susan to George, Claudia to John, and I to Ringo. Randy was our chairman. He was there to keep us together.
As the next ten days went by, arrangements were made for s to meet at the open end of Balboa Stadium, where the Beatles were going to perform. And on August 28 that where I was, right on the nose at 4:30 pm. The concert was to start at 8:00pm.
After a while reporters started coming for the press conference and someone turned to us said, “Now when we go in girls, let’s not scream.”
Then it started, and when I saw the Beatles so close I thought I would scream, but I didn’t.
The one thing I remember most from the conference was this: There was a woman reporter sitting in a chair near the table where the Beatles were seated. She had her skirt pulled up quite high. Paul looked down at her legs and said, ‘Madam, you had better pull your skirt down.”
Soon after the Beatles had left the room, we were standing all alone just waiting to find out what to do next. Then we were told to go into the Beatles’ dressing room to leave anything like our purses, cameras and papers outside. They only thing we could take were the keys.
Paul was the first to greet us. He walked up to us and shook hands; then George who was lying down as we walked in shook our hands; then John and Ringo. After Ringo greeted us, he walked to the corner and sat down and started eating some chicken.
I went over to the corner to see Ringo and he asked me if I would like a piece and, of course I said, “Yes.” So he gave me a small piece because he was very hungry, he said.
Marlene kissed Paul and believe it or not he jumped back and blushed. Then she asked him for a button and he asked her what button, and she said that button, and he said what button, and she said that button, and after 10 minutes of that she gave up.
That night I had my hair done up rather high and as we posed for our pictures, John put his hand in my hair and said, “Is it alive?”
Each of us was going to give her key to a certain Beatle, but somehow it just didn’t work out that way. I gave my key to John, and Claudia to George, and Susan to Ringo. But Marlene gave hers to Paul.
They all said that they were glad we came and happy to get the keys. John pinned his key to a police badge given to him by one of his guards. George asked us where we got them and we told him from the mayor.
It was about 9:00 o’clock when we left. They had to get ready for the show. We were given front row seats and saw only ten minutes of the group ahead of the Beatles and of course the Beatles and they were wonderful, fab, and gear and anything else great.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Here is a photo of Paul wearing that red shirt that I posted of him wearing outside of Cavendish. People were saying that he wore it in the late 1970's. Well here he is in a photo with his brother and the Scaffold wearing it in 1974.
This story is from a 1964 issue of Datebook magazine. It was written by Heidi Hoffman and Suzanne Crane who were both 15 years old at the time. I have to wonder if this story really happened, or if these two girl wrote what they wish would have happened. It sounds strangely a lot like this story I wrote for my Creative Writing class in high school about sneaking around and meeting the Beatles. But nevertheless, here is their story.
Heidi Hoffman and Suzanne Crane
Age 15, East Ridge high School, Rochester, New York
When everyone found out that the Beatles were going to tour the U.S., they naturally went out and tried to buy tickets to see the wonderful boys in person. We were no exception.
For the entire month of March we made it our job to find out where the Beatles were going to tour. It was the middle of April when we found out that the closest the Beatles were coming to our town was Toronto, Canada. We immediately wrote to them asking for tickets. They wrote back full of apologies saying they were all sold out. We weren’t going to give up that easily and wrote them right back. They gave us the same reply. After five more letters we decided to accept their excuse for not letting us in, but agreed that we were going to Toronto anyway in the hope that perhaps we would catch a glimpse of them outside of their hotel.
We spent the first week of September trying to get someone to take us the 200 miles to Toronto. My sister finally agreed to take us. We left at 8:00 a.m. At 1:00 we were in Toronto and by 2:00 we found ourselves in front of Maple Leaf Gardens where the Beatles were going to perform. At 3:00 the police started to let the lucky kids with tickets into the building.
In all the confusion, we ran into two girls at the door with a letter saying they had lost their tickets. They gave their letter to a policeman who pushed both them and us into the building. We were so thankful for this stroke of luck that we decided to follow the two girls, which led us right to the special ticket office. One of the managers there gave them a pass to get seats and then turned to us. Somehow he thought we had lost our tickets too, and asked us where we wanted to sit. We told him in the front seats. He led us into the rail and box seat entrance and another man gave us two seats three rows from the front on Paul’s side of the stage.
At 4:00 the performance began. After four long acts the Beatles came on stage. It was wonderful! John’s hair is really light brown. Paul had the biggest brown eyes and George is too beautiful for words. Ringo was, for some reason, mad, for he sat behind his drums looking at no one and drumming with all his might.
They sang ten gear songs and each of the Beatles did a vocal including Ringo who sang, “Boys.” They were all great.
After their 27-minute performance everyone was very quiet mainly because they were too hoarse to say anything. Some of the kids started to leave. We weren’t going to give up now. We had come this far and we were going to try our best to meet them.
We got up and started to move to the back of the auditorium because of one of the policemen told us the dressing rooms were in the back. No one was really watching us, so casually we went up the stairs past rows and rows of seats until we came to small balcony overlooking the front entrance. On the side were stairs which we decided to take figuring we had nothing too loose. We found ourselves in a long hall with six doors on either side. We didn’t know what to do next and just stood there for minute.
We heard someone coming around the corner and figured it was the police. All they could do was throw us out so we stayed where we were. Suddenly we were face to face with the Beatles! All we were able to do was stand there and stare.
“What have we hare,” said John in his Liverpool accent.
“It’s two girls,” said Paul smoothly.
“So they are,” added Ringo with a smile.
They were still a bit sweaty and quite out of breath. They stopped for minute to catch their breath before George asked us who we were. We managed, quite surprisingly, to tell them our names, “Well, this is no way to meet anyone,” said Paul extending his hand. Before we knew what we were doing, we were shaking hands with the Beatles.
All too soon John told us they were very sorry but they had to get cleaned up for their next performance and a press conference. Sadly we said goodbye and watched tearfully as they ran into their dressing room. We went up the stairs past the rows of seats and out of the auditorium to the lobby. There we sat down on two chairs and just stared at each other with tears streaming down our faces. A policeman came up to us and asked if we were all right. We said “yes” and slowly started to walk out of the building.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
The one thing that I love about this blog is that it has reunited about half a dozen Beatle people who were either old pen-pals or went on a trip to England together or something along those lines. But as they got older, they lost contact with each other. They see their story on this blog and contact me and somehow get in touch with one another after all of these years. Friendships are one of the most wonderful things that have came out of Beatle fandom.
Anyhow, Lizzie brought this article to my attention about fan named Margaret who is looking for her Beatle pal, Susan.
If you know Susan or you know someone who might know Susan, please contact the Daily Mail newspaper.
This photo must have been taken right before or right after the photo I posted the day of John with a man in a "Hit Factory" t-shirt. John is wearing the exact same clothes and hold what appears to be the exact same mug. But this time we know who the other man in the photo is. It is James, who was John's bodyguard while at the Hit Factory. I would guess that his responsibility was to make sure people didn't sneak into the studio, especially while they were recording.
*edit: I realize that I meant to include James' facebook page (where I found this photo in the first place). Sorry this originally was left off. James' facebook page
Friday, June 22, 2012
I have a special treat because it is on one of my favorite group of people to write about on this blog, The Apple Scruffs! In the October 1996 issue of Mojo magazine, there is a large story about the Scruffs, included in that story is a second story, which is actually an interview about the Scruffs with Derek Taylor. Derek passed away in 1997, and while he did have some interviews in the Anthology, he was supposed to have more to say that was going to be in the Anthology book, which ended up being post-pond due to his death. And since I could never afford his book, it was great to read his words. This was written by Cliff Jones.
|Derek and Neil discuss thing inside of Apple|
Derek Taylor acted as the Beatles’ press officer and advisor throughout the Apple period and still oversees their press. He was made an honorary Apple Scruff in 1969 and still treasures his membership card
“The Scruffs were almost as extraordinary as The Beatles were. I used to imagine that if I could only discover why the Scruffs were out there I might understand why I was here on the inside. With the benefit of hindsight the answer was simple we were all just Beatle fans. I was a fan of everything I was involved with, from the Byrds to the Beach Boys, but the Scruffs were a different class altogether. Totally different from fans of, say, the Bay City Rollers or Take That.
“It is like the ravens at the Tower of London. You couldn’t really imagine them not being there. Apple was an insane place then. I saw the Scruffs as just another lovable but crazy part of all that mayhem. I recall the Sunday Times ran a huge piece on Apple and actually included the Scruffs on a map that depicted them on the steps at Savile Row!”
In many ways, the Scruffs saw more than us insiders because they weren’t’ caught up in details. Their magazine was hilarious too and often let those of us on the inside have a good laugh about what we thought was the serious shit going down. They could be quite cruel at times if they didn’t like you, and they were particularly mean about Linda who they depicted as a rather big-chested dominatrix. John used to disappear in his office when each issue came out and you’d hear him roaring with laughter, especially the stuff about him and Yoko.
“Looking back, the Scruffs were very Zen. I’d seen groupies with the Byrds but these girls were different. They didn’t want to sleep with the boys or attempt to get their psychic tentacles into them or invade their space. I found that aspect bewildering but fascinating and the Beatles did too. After all, they were used to extraordinary scenes of groupiedom in America, where they were literally queuing up for a favour. George, in particular, always had a problem with the fans, being naturally shy and a bit diffident, but he grew very fond of them because he got to know them and they were there when he was going through some bad times. That’s why he wrote the Apple Scruffs song. Paul sometimes had a hard time, especially when they ridiculed Linda, but he was always very polite to them and got to know a few of them. Ringo was Ringo and always had time for a joke or a quip, but John was sometimes difficult.”
“I used to get pangs of conscience as I sat there in my warm room with a nice hot cup of tea knowing it was freezing cold outside on those steps. But the strange thing is they were happy out there. They didn’t want to be on the inside. Margo eventually became an Apple tea girl. Gill worked at Abbey Road and Lucy I think became George’s assistant, but the rest were happy out there. They seemed to know instinctively that there were boundaries to their world and they stuck to them.
What fascinated me most, however, was how they got their information. Often they knew more about where the boys were they we did. It was often a process of abstraction and deduction with them Sherlock Scruffs they were. They’d use some infallible female intuition to work out whether the boys were recording at Olympic or at Trident, AIR or Abbey Road. Very clever.
“There’s a kind of innocence I find in all people I really get along with. The Scruffs had that naivety too. That’s why the Beatles liked them. Despite how it may have appeared at the time, we were all very innocent. It was all new and there was no blueprint for what happened. John went to New York, a place that lost its sense of naivety, and look what happened. John often found it difficult to deal with fans and would poke fun at them, but that was just his way of dealing with the pressure of knowing he was being watched and waited for by people he didn’t know. He was a very sensitive man underneath and fame can be quite paranoia-inducing. Fame is not awfully good for people, but in some strange way the Scruffs helped The Beatles by becoming a sort of daily interface between them and the world.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
|Patty Michaels in the middle next to Murrary the K. Can't you see why Paul was attracted to her after seeing her on TV?|
|Paul backstage right before the Shea Stadium show. Patty was back there somewhere too!|
When the Beatles in New York City for the Shea Stadium show, Paul was watching It's What's Happening Baby on the telly in his hotel room. Patty caught his eye and he contacted Murray the K to invite her backstage. This is the teen magazine story. We all know that these teen magazines are pretty tame and often exaggerated accounts of what really happened.
My Date with Paul
By Patty Michaels
I was sitting at home watching TV when the phone rang on Saturday, August 14, at about 10 p.m. It was deejay Murray the K calling to tell me that the Beatles had just seen me on his TV special and Paul had asked if I would like to be his guest at the concert the following evening. Being a normal, red-blooded young girl, I said I certainly would. Murray said, “There’ll be special tickets waiting for you at the press gate.” Now, as a dancer and actress, I have had occasion to meet many stars and quite a few groups, but I must admit – my heart was beating quite a bit faster that night as I went to bed.
The next evening, Sunday, August 15 at 7:30p.m., my sister Dale and I arrived at the press gate of Shea Stadium to find two box seat tickets waiting for us. We were escorted to our seats by a guard and already the screams were deafening. About five minutes later, a guard came over to me and said, “Are you Patty Michaels?” When I nodded he said, “Come with me please.” With absolutely no idea where I was going, I followed the guard down the steps into the dug-out, and then down a narrow plank and through a long stretch of corridor until we reached a door marked – private – keep out – Beatles dressing room. There were perhaps two dozen photographers and fifty policemen stationed outside. The guard knocked twice and very pleasant looking fellow with ruddy cheeks and blonde hair opened the door. I learned later that this was Tony Barrow, the Beatles’ press agent. He ushered us in, and as I entered my only prayer was that the whole room couldn’t hear my heart pounding.
The Beatles were getting ready to go onstage and the first thing I noticed was that they were wearing their bronze medals saying M.B.E. on their jackets. They all looked so handsome in their beige suede jackets and black pants. The first one to speak was George, who told me how much he had enjoyed watching me dance on TV. Soon John and Ringo came up and they seemed to be looking me over very critically. I smiled and tried to act as calmly as I could, and in a minute it was over. I guess I passed their “test” because John patted my shoulder and smiled and Ringo offered me a can of “Veep” soda. Paul, who had been combing his hair when I arrived, came over to me and simply said, “Hi.” His eyes and smile held so much warmth that I was immediately attracted to this sincere, direct manner of his. We spoke of many things – the crowd of 59,600 outside, the songs they would sing, and Ringo gave me another can of “Veep.” Then it was time for them to go on.
In the dug-out, the screams were almost totally deafening. Brian Epstein, Tony Barrow, and scores of press agents and photographers ran about shouting last minute orders, but the Beatles stood by calmly. Paul held my hand during these few minutes and just before they ran on to the field, he whispered, “you’re beautiful Patty.” I didn’t see Paul again until much later, after the concert. A man escorted us to a limousine and drove us to the Warwick Hotel where the boys were throwing a party. When we entered the room, everything was bedlam. The TV, tape recorder, radio and record player were all going at full blast. People were shouting and screaming to be heard. I felt like leaving. But then Paul came bouncing over and took my arm. “Glad to see you,” he said. He steered me over to the sofa and we sat there all night, talking and holding hands.
John, George and Ringo were sitting on the floor opening presents from Malcolm Evans, their road manager. You see, every night Mal must go out and buy each boy a present. It’s a sort of tradition with them. They played with things like a magic slate and wind-up toys when they got tired of them, they’d just toss them away. John was taking pictures all night. Ringo kept laughing all night, although I don’t know why. Paul and I spoke of many things for those four hours. He told me about life in England, running from the fans and his loneliness when he can’t see his Dad or family. His father remarried recently and Paul is crazy about his little six year old step-sister. Among other things, he expressed his annoyance at being hounded by the press on the subject of his relationship with Jane Asher. “I’m getting sick and tired of it.”
When I said goodbye that night, I knew I had acquired a lasting and deep friendship, and when Paul gently kissed me and told me he’d miss me, I wasn’t sad because I know we will meet again next time and it will be the same with us. Absence does not kill the bonds of friendship.