Too bad - wouldn't that have been something, to host them for a swim in your pool. I'm sure they could've used a rest! Thanks for sharing your memories, Lory.
I am only reading this piece today - the same day I heard on the radio that McCartney will be in town on Monday and Tuesday (I'm in Montreal). Enjoy the show! I'm a John girl myself, though I've heard all the stories about what a jerk he was at times. I blame Yoko :)
Going to the concert in an hour! John could behave like a jerk well before Yoko, as anyone who knew Cynthia and Julian will attest. He was a genius but a difficult and sometimes angry man. Read the magnificent "John and Paul: a love story in songs" by Ian Leslie to see who John was and how Paul struggled to keep him afloat.
Awwwwwwwwww, I’m smiling. I was also 13, when I went from listening to do-wop girl groups and Gene Pitney singing “the Man Who Hot Liberty Valance” from the transistor radio hanging from the horn of my saddle when I would spend the summer of 1962 riding in the hills of San Jose, California, to falling head overs heals in love with this new sound. The local newspaper had a contest; “why I love the Beatles” in 25 words or less. The prize? Two tickets to see the Beatles, or $25.00. I won, but when my mom said she had to go with me, I couldn’t bare the thought of sharing my passion with her, so, I took the money; a huge amount to a 13 year old girl. I bought Beatle records, the first being “meet the Beatles”. I was so enamored with this exotic group and my first exposure to music beyond the United States, that I figured out how to call England (without running up a huge long distance phone bill) and talk to an operator while pretending I was looking for a phone number, just to hear a “real” English accent.
When I was 15, and they were going to perform in San Francisco, I wrote them a letter inviting them to our house for an “American BBQ” and a swim in our pool. I was sure they could use a rest, and I honestly thought they would jump at the chance for just such an experience. I was surprised I didn’t hear back….
Beth, being five years older than you are, I was a lofty 19 in 1964...far too sophisticated to become a Beatlemaniac. I have now seen Paul present three live concerts in Toronto: 2005 with my first husband; 2010 with my two sons; 2015 with my second husband. The magic of his lyrics and songs will never die. Every concert's audience was multigenerational and every new cohort of kids falls for Paul's talent. On the day I hear he's died, waves of grief will engulf me. Let's send each other flowers in consolation...
Died? Pat, do you imagine Macca is going to die? Impossible. At the thought, my insides go cold; the world will go dark.
Glad you jumped on the bandwagon!
Too bad - wouldn't that have been something, to host them for a swim in your pool. I'm sure they could've used a rest! Thanks for sharing your memories, Lory.
I am only reading this piece today - the same day I heard on the radio that McCartney will be in town on Monday and Tuesday (I'm in Montreal). Enjoy the show! I'm a John girl myself, though I've heard all the stories about what a jerk he was at times. I blame Yoko :)
Going to the concert in an hour! John could behave like a jerk well before Yoko, as anyone who knew Cynthia and Julian will attest. He was a genius but a difficult and sometimes angry man. Read the magnificent "John and Paul: a love story in songs" by Ian Leslie to see who John was and how Paul struggled to keep him afloat.
Awwwwwwwwww, I’m smiling. I was also 13, when I went from listening to do-wop girl groups and Gene Pitney singing “the Man Who Hot Liberty Valance” from the transistor radio hanging from the horn of my saddle when I would spend the summer of 1962 riding in the hills of San Jose, California, to falling head overs heals in love with this new sound. The local newspaper had a contest; “why I love the Beatles” in 25 words or less. The prize? Two tickets to see the Beatles, or $25.00. I won, but when my mom said she had to go with me, I couldn’t bare the thought of sharing my passion with her, so, I took the money; a huge amount to a 13 year old girl. I bought Beatle records, the first being “meet the Beatles”. I was so enamored with this exotic group and my first exposure to music beyond the United States, that I figured out how to call England (without running up a huge long distance phone bill) and talk to an operator while pretending I was looking for a phone number, just to hear a “real” English accent.
When I was 15, and they were going to perform in San Francisco, I wrote them a letter inviting them to our house for an “American BBQ” and a swim in our pool. I was sure they could use a rest, and I honestly thought they would jump at the chance for just such an experience. I was surprised I didn’t hear back….
Beth, being five years older than you are, I was a lofty 19 in 1964...far too sophisticated to become a Beatlemaniac. I have now seen Paul present three live concerts in Toronto: 2005 with my first husband; 2010 with my two sons; 2015 with my second husband. The magic of his lyrics and songs will never die. Every concert's audience was multigenerational and every new cohort of kids falls for Paul's talent. On the day I hear he's died, waves of grief will engulf me. Let's send each other flowers in consolation...