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It's in the book, Bob-- a book review

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With the recent announcement of the upcoming release of the Beatles at the Hollywood Bowl Cd and vinyl being released (finally after all of these years of waiting!).   My timing of this book couldn't have been better.    Tonight's Wednesday Review is of a book called It's in the Book, Bob written by Bob Eubanks.

Sara, your happy Beatles blogger with Bob Eubanks at the Fest in August 2015



I bought this book directly from Mr. Eubanks last year at Beatlefest in Chicago and I just never got around to reading it until this summer.    Prior to learning about Bob's Beatles connection a few years ago, I knew of Bob as the host of the Newlywed Game, a game show that I frequently watched with my family in the 1980's, although Bob had been hosting the show since 1966.  

It's in the book, Bob is Bob Eubanks autobiography and was first published in 2004.   He goes through his life living mostly in southern California and his love for horses, ice skating and becoming a disc jockey.      He fulfilled his dream of becoming a DJ, when he was hired for the graveyard shift at a small station in California.

He progressed in the early 1960's to KRLA in Los Angeles, which  became one of the biggest Top 40 stations of it's time.    I always enjoy reading about radio in the '60's and found this part of the book very interesting.   It was also during this time Bob opened up the Cinnamon Cinder club for 18-25 year olds as the West Coasts' answer to the Peppermint Club in NYC.    The club was extremely popular and had many, many groups perform there including the Beach Boys, Stevie Wonder, Tina and Ike Turner and so many more.  

In 1964 Bob and his working partner decided to begin his career as a concert promoter.  And who did they decide they should first get?  The Beatles of course!    It wasn't an easy task, but Bob found a bank and put his house down to pay for them.   Tickets sold out quickly and Bob tried to talk to Brian Epstein to get a 2nd date at the Hollywood Bowl secured, but Brian wouldn't have it.   Bob also secured the Beatles' press conference at his Cinnamon Cinder club, which was actually a bad location because so many fans crowded around the guys.



Things went so well that Bob booked the Beatles again at the Hollywood Bowl in 1965 and was able to secure two performances from Epstein.   He had also learned from his previous mistake and booked the Beatles' press conference at the Capitol Records Tower.     After the press conference, the Beatles left their gold records that they were presented for Help! behind and so Bob helped himself to one of them!

Bob is standing behind George during the 1965 press conference

Bob did it again in 1966 and brought the Beatles to Dodgers Stadium.  Bob miss-remembers the press conference on that day as being held at the stadium before the concert, when really it was held a few days prior at the Capitol Records Tower again.    The best part of the entire book as far as I was concerned was reading Bob's account of how the Beatles were trapped in getting out of the stadium.  I have read that story from different view points, but I really enjoyed the way Bob told the story.

Bob and Tony Barrow at Dodgers Stadium n 1966


After 1966, Bob did not have any other encounters with the Beatles, but he did work briefly with Derek Taylor when Derek was in  between his Beatles jobs and was living in Los Angeles.    Bob goes on to talk about his career in game shows, especially the Newlywed Game.   He talked about how he made the switch from Rock n roll concerts to country and worked with Merl Haggard and Dolly Parton.    And then told his side of the story of the Michael Moore "Roger and Me" controversy.

The book was interesting and Bob Eubanks has a very humorous way of telling stories to keep you engaged.  I did have a few issues with the book.  The first was the style of writing.   He would say something like, "One day a young man with long hair walked into the studio and from the moment I met him, I knew he would become a star...."   But he wouldn't tell you who the person is that he was talking about until the last sentence.   It would drive me crazy!   I found myself skipping to the last sentence to find out who exactly he was talking about and then going back and re-reading the paragraph.    I also disliked that he left out his personal journey in life.   He talks about girls he dated when he was young and then goes into his career, making me think that he was a bachelor that entire time.    Then suddenly I am reading about when he moved his wife and kids to a new town.   When did he get married?  How did he meet his wife?  When did they have kids?    It seemed odd to me that he would write an autobiography and choose to leave those type of personal details out.    If he wanted the book to be totally professional, then why did he talk later in the book about his children and his wife's art?

Overall this was an alright book.    I don't think I will be reading it again, but it made for  a nice read while waiting at the doctor's office this summer on several occasions.   It seems to me like it would be a great candidate for a book to check out of the library, but if you'd like to purchase a copy, there are a lot of used ones for sale very cheap on Amazon.



Taking the trip to Campbeltown

Those silly Beatle Boys

Curling up with a good book

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Here is a fan that spent the night outside of a ticket office to be one of the first in line to purchase  a Beatles concert ticket in the morning.   Looks like she had a good book to enjoy until she dozed off.

Wings on tour

First time Mark met John

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Here is a story that I had never heard before of the first time Mark Lapidos (Founder of The Fest for Beatle Fans) first met John Lennon.  
I found this story on the Fest's facebook page. 


 Friday, June 13, 1969. Mark Lapidos first meets John :::
It was outside Apple Headquarters at 3 Savile Row in London. I had just graduated college, so my friend Bob and I went off to Europe for a few months. First stop was London. First landmark was The Beatles offices on a street just off Picadilly Circus.
We walked into the office and I asked the secretary (not Freda Kelly) if I could have any type of souvenir. She gave me a piece of Apple stationery. I asked where The Beatles were. She told me George was on holiday in France, Paul was on holiday in Greece (or vice versa), Ringo was home, and John & Yoko were in there, as she points to a door less than 10' from us. She said to wait outside and John would eventually come out. The office was Neil's - the front room and the window was open.
At some point John plugged in and played some new music (likely from the not yet recorded Abbey Road album). After 2 1/2 hours of waiting, a truck arrives and the driver opens the back doors and we can all see a fireplace in it. On a warm, bright sunny day at 7:45 p.m., John comes out of the office with three genuine Apple Scruffs and a few other fans. I was the only one he spoke with. He came out to look at the fireplace!!
It was just after their Bed-In for Peace in Montreal, when he wasn't allowed in the states, so I offered him my passport and told him he could use it (tall, skinny, same glasses). He thanked me as he handed it back to me. I took some photos, shook his hand and got an autograph on that piece of Apple stationery! I walked around London all night looking at my hand, saying I shook a Beatle's hand. I told Bob (who sadly passed away last year) I want to work for The Beatles...
Peace and Love, Mark

Meeting Paul on a windy day

Early Paparazzi photo

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In 1966, people couldn't wait to see Paul McCartney's new haircut and mustache.   As silly as it seems not, it was big news back then!

I dream of Jeanie

The Beatles in colour

Summer 2016 contest winners!

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Thank you to all 37 people that entered the Summer 2016 MTBFR contest!     The two winners have been chosen by random number generator.      If you are not a winner and you would like to order my book, Happiness is Seeing the Beatles:  Beatlemania in St. Louis  you can order them from www.stlbeatles.com  or just email me and I can give you more information.    If you enjoy this blog, you will enjoy the book because I wrote it very  much in the same way that I write the blog.   There are plenty of rare photographs and fan stories not just about St. Louis but also when the Beatles performed in Kansas City and Chicago.    Speaking of rare photos, you can also purchase prints of photos from the book and other photos I have copyright to on the website, so go check it out.



To have been entered into the contest, you had to email me the name of one of the songs that Beatles performed live in 1966.    Here is what people sent in:

Nowhere Man -  9
Paperback Writer - 6
I Feel Fine - 6
If I needed Someone - 4
Rock n Roll Music - 4
Day Tripper - 3
Yesterday - 2
I wanna be your man - 1
She's a woman - 1

No one mentioned I'm Down (performed in Germany and Japan) or Long Tall Sally.  



So without further ado here are the two winners:

#2   Kailey Troby

#31  Prabah (who has never entered a contest before!)

Congrats to the two winners!   Please email me your mailing addresses so that I can get your prizes to you.    And remember to check back in the Fall for the next contest on MTBFR!


Pushing and shoving to get a bit closer

Ringo and friends

Apple daze

New haircuts


a Fan's View of Ed Sullivan

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I always love to read first had accounts of fans that saw the Beatles on Ed Sullivan in 1964.   They are the gold of Beatles fans stories.    This one I found in Beatlefan magazine from the 80's.   




Fans’ View of Sullivan Show
By Debbie Gendler

It was mid 1963 when I first heard the Beatles.  Family friends had returned form a spring trip to England with the lp “Please please me” as a gift for me, since what else can you bring a 13 year old?
I fell in love with the group immediately and proceeded to fire off a letter to  their record company about how wonderful they were.  I loved not only their long hair, but also the music, which was such a relief from the already boring sounds of Bobby Rydell and Lesley Gore.  It wasn’t until November 1963 that I received a response from their English fan club.  They notified me that plans were underway for the Beatles to visit the U.S. the next February.   Well, I got so excited that I wrote back a letter to the club that same day requesting all the details of the trip.  Since I wrote directly to the fan club this time, the response time for the return letter was only about a month and I was then informed about the scheduled “Ed Sullivan Show” appearances.  This was around Christmas and with the help of my parents, I phoned CBS in New York about obtaining tickets for the show.  All CBS could suggest was for me to write to their ticket office stating the date I wished to attend the show and if tickets were available, they would be mailed out.

I was getting nervous waiting for the tickets since there wasn’t much time left, but finally the last week of January two tickets arrived for the live Sunday evening program.

At last the weekend was here.  I excitedly watched all the news reports of the Beatles arrival at Idlewild Airport (I don’t think it had been renamed Kennedy Airport yet).  Saturday morning, my best friend and I boarded a bus in New Jersey which took us to New York’s Port Authority Bus Terminal and then we continued to my grandmother’s apartment, which wasn’t too far from the Plaza Hotel.  Before we barely said “hello,” we were off to our vigil outside the Plaza.  It was freezing outside with gusty winds, but just the thought that The Beatles were merely yards away was enough to warm our hearts.

The fans outside were frantic and the screaming never-ending, especially when anyone within the hotel would get near a window, no matter what floor the silhouette appeared.  Rumors rippled throughout the crowd that The Beatles were staying on the 20th floor, no the 17th floor, then the 9thfloor.  We couldn’t get any correct information. Then gossip began to spread about how and when the Beatles were leaving the hotel for the Sullivan rehearsals, but none of us seemed able to break the code.  It was tiring, the stories endless, but it was fun.

Every once in a while a female (you could count on one hand the number of males there) would charge out from behind police barricades which surrounded the middle fountain area and try to cross the street heading for the hotel’s front steps and revolving doors, but that always proved futile.  By now we were exhausted and our voices hoarse, so we decided to return to my grandmother’s apartment.

Sunday arrived and we chose not to vigil outside the hotel, but to spend our time getting ready for the show.  Our tickets for the live telecast said that the doors closed 45 minutes before show time, but that was no problem since we arrived at Studio 50 by 5pm. 

It was almost impossible to get near the studio with the hordes of girls blocking the streets.  Fans who had been inside for rehearsals and the afternoon taping were screaming to the other fans who were there just to be there.  We made arrangement to meet my grandmother and parents at a designated spot after the show and we were off.  There seemed to be hundreds of policemen surrounding the studio  so we felt fairly safe.  New York in 1964 wasn’t quite as dangerous as it is today.
With tickets clenched firmly in our hands, the CBS usher had us line up outside the theater, though it was pretty upsetting to see other kids being escorted into the theater without getting in line.   Finally, we were led into the studio and directed up to the balcony.  Surprisingly, the seats were good after getting over our initial disappointment in being placed up in the balcony.


The noise level within the studio was unbelievable.  At one point, the soundman came center stage to quite us down because he couldn’t get proper sound levels in the control room.

Photo from the rehearsal the previous day

Screams for Paul, “Ringo, I Love You,”  “George we hope your sore throat is better,” John, John,” it didn’t’ stop and grew even wore as Ed Sullivan walked out to quiet us down.  “Yes, please be quiet, you promised,” Sullivan would repeat again and again.  Yet now looking back, he didn’t want to completely stifle the screams because it was an integral part of the Beatles phenomenon.
The show was finally beginning.  The crew took their positions, the orchestra ready to go in their seats.  And the show began.  It was impossible sitting there through the opening act.   During the commercial break, Sullivan begged us to behave.  And then…The Beatles.

It was unbelievable to see them right before my eyes.  They were so cute!  At the end of the first set (All my Loving, Till there was you, She Loves you), we thought it was all over, but then Ed said, “they’ll be back.”  We went crazy.  One teenage girl even slipped down several steps in the balcony with the CBS usher catching her just in time.  Ed made us promise not to scream throughout the other performers’ acts, but it was hard to sit through Tessie O’Shea and Georgia Brown.  And who even cared about a word from Pillsbury with the Beatles just behind the curtain?

The excitement when the group walked onto the stage this second time was even greater than the first.  This time they sang only two number, I saw her standing there and I wanna hold your hand.  For the second set I barely remember seeing them because I think I was in some sort of a daze.  I remember George especially looking up towards the balcony.  The songs went by so quickly that it was all over just moments after it began.  As the Beatles exited the stage, they all waved to us several times and nodded to us up in the balcony since we were the real crazies in contrast to the more sedate fans sitting in the orchestra.

And of course we were all jealous of Randy Paar (daughter of Jack Paar)—how come the show was partially dedicated to her?


The crowds outside Studio 50 practically attacked us as we managed to push our way out.  Each car that pulled away from the Broadway side of the theater was followed by a group of fans believing The Beatles were inside.   The stage side entrance was too logical a place for the group to leave from.  To this day I cannot imagine how The Beatles left the studio that night.  Unfortunately, we were not able to hang around anymore because it was already 9:30 Sunday night, and yes, there was school the next day.  But the look of the Beatles glancing up at us in the balcony and waving and nodding will remain in my thoughts forever. 

Sing along

Both angles

Cool book promoting

Ringo at the station

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