The fab four in costume:
I’m the youngest of four. One of the earliest memories I have is of my oldest brother’s birthday, following my mother around as she decorated the dining room for his party. The centerpieces were Beatles singles stacked in “house of card” towers, the table cloth was strewn with guitar picks and sheet music—the cake was secondary, but she had piped notes across its three tiered glory.
I learned to play the stereo and the first LP, of course, was The Beatles. If you listen to my voice now when I belt it out (which I don’t recommend) you’ll notice it’s pitched a little low for such a petite personage, because I learned how to sing listening to The Beatles. The song catalog? Etched in my mind forever.
The Beatles at the Hollywood Bowl, August 1964:
A fine heritage, indeed! 🙂
I went out to the garage last year to look through all the old record albums, and termites had destroyed every album sleeve – another aspect of life in So. Cal. that I’m sure you’re familiar with. Damn bugs!
obsessed with the Beatles for 50 years!
Me too! 😉
What can I say.I love The Beatles.Even Emo daughter loves them.I dont think they were just a case of-just got lucky-but something else quite hard to explain.They just had to happen.
loved them too – very cool post
Vickie,I think that you are going to love this.I found yesterday that someone had put up a lovely montage of Hollywood actresses,Monroe,Hepburn etc on YouTube to the sound track of The Beatles singing-And I Love Her.Maybe you might like to post it up here.Got quite a lump in my throat romantic fool that I am.
Thank you, I will look it up!
Dearest V
How strange and distant, antique almost, the hysterical hiss of the audience as the appearance nears.
The crowd sounds too loud, clear and near in concert footage these days, as though we were all to share in the spotlight.
Oh for the heartfelt days of mere admiration rather than constant envious emulation.
Yours ever
The Perfumed Dandy
I remember watching my sister dress to see The Beatles, I still remember the outfit, and my mother not allowing her to wear mascara.
Dearest V
How odd. The Dandy’s mater was more than happy to allow me to go to concerts in mascara in my time… a few short years (and the 70s) and everything changed!
Yours ever
The Perfumed Dandy
You have to post a picture of your clubbing days!
Seems like your mother may have been a little smitten with the Beatles too.
Hard not to be smitten with The Beatles I think.
Come to think of it, my first television memory may have been watching The Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show.
Vicke,yes do look it up.
I was smitten but I am not sure that my parents were! Although they never objected to my listening to them.
People who did not like the Beatles?I always thought they seduced even their detractors into liking them eventually.There again they did have long hair.Your parents were sensible however not to try and influence your musical tastes.
Yes, and they were good about letting me go to the films I wanted to, as well.
Oh yes, I think so!