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The Sahara Hotel

August 20, 2014, 9:51 pm
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The Beatles wanted to go to Las Vegas so that they could see the city that they had heard about for themselves.  Little did they know that there was no way that they could do any type of sightseeing or going out and they were going to be confined to suite 2344 of the Sahara hotel the entire time.

They passed the time playing with the slot machine that was brought up to the suit (all except for John was declared for some reason that gambling was evil and he even told a reporter later in the tour the same thing and stated how you never see him in the photos touching the machine), watching television and oh yeah.....there were two underage girls.....







The story Larry Kane tells in his book Lennon Revealed was that in Las Vegas, twin girls who were very young who snuck past security and got into the Beatles hotel room.   The Beatles had sympathy for the fans who just wanted to meet them and invited them to stay awhile.  John asked them if they'd like to watch some television.  So John was on one bed and the girls were sitting on another and John dozed off to sleep.   Meanwhile, the girls just sat there watching him sleep.    The mother of these two girls was worried and upset and went into the Sahara and demanded to get the girls out of the room and take them home!   

So Mal Evans found them in John's room and woke up Larry Kane at around 5:00a.m. and had him dress in a suit and tie and explain the situation to the angry mother.    John always claimed that nothing sexual happened with these young girls and that they just watched telly.     Ivor Davis says that a settlement of $10,000 was made with the girls' mother over the whole ordeal.   A version of the story can be found here.  
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Beatles Seattle press conference

August 21, 2014, 6:16 pm
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I posted these two stories of fans who met the Beatles at the press conference back in 2009 and so I thought that today, on the 50th anniversary of the Seattle show, I would repeat the stories for those of you who might have missed it in the archives. 




Beatles show Puckish Humor at Interview, Take Selves Lightly
by Jack Jarivs

There wasn't much news but there was a lot of fun as the Beatles held a "press conference" in the Coliseum before their show last night. And some people who were prepared scoff- yes, sneer - came away with some different ideas about the mop-tops who have taken the teen-age world by storm.
For one things the Beatles - Ringo Starr, George Harrison, Paul McCartney and John Lennon - don't take themselves seriously at all.

For Another, they're quick with answers to questions and each has a puckish sense of humor. About fan mail, for instance, Ringo was asked why he gets more fan mail from Seattle girls than the other do. "Because more of them write to me," he said, dead-pan. So it isn't great humor. But it's clean. It was a relief to hear them after listening to some of the "sick" comics that have enjoyed fame of a sort.

Well, maybe there was a bit of news. All four of them dropped fishing lines out of the windows of their rooms in the Edgewater Inn but no one caught anything. They said they've made no long-range plans, but Paul said that he and John may turn to song writing when the Beatles fad has died out. "With you?" said John, pretending to be horrified. "Never!"
With the Post-Intelligencer crew covering the press conference were three reporters-for-a-night, who had written to the P.I. months ago suggesting that THEIR view might explain the Beatles to adults. They are Cheryl Ann Steward, 14, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth E. Stewart, 3048 NW 56th ST; Sharman Weston, 14, daughter of Mr. And Mrs. Robert Weston 3235 NW 56th St,. and Sharon Wallinger, 14, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Fred L. Wallinger, 942 NW 62nd St. Cheryl and Sharman are co-presidents of a Seattle Beatles Fan Club formed in January. Sharon is vice president.

Cheryl got in a couple of questions, one about the "good qualities" of Great Britain and the United States. George parried it neatly with "It depends on each individual" But mainly the girls just sort of glowed, happy to be with in 10 feet of their heroes. Afterward Cheryl said, "They were wonderful! Just as I pictured them!" Sharon said: "I love them! Ringo held my hand!" And Sharman said: "Wonderful! I can't believe it!" Sharman and Sharon also took pictures of the Beatles. (Sara's note: Where are they today?? I want to see them!)
Souvenirs? Cigarette butts! Each girl got one. Cheryl and Sharman got cigarettes Ringo had smoked and Sharon got on Paul had smoked. They they went off to see the show, leaving the adult newsmen sorting out their notes and wondering just what had been said and who said it.

What about those shaggy haircuts? "We've gotten used to the long hair," Paul said. But John admitted that their fame probably would diminish if they got crew-cuts. How long will they ride the crest of the entertainment wave? No one knows, least of all the Beatles. But as a group they haven't made any long-range plans.

Ringo made his daily denial that he's married and Paul lashed out at magazines "that have printed some pretty terrible stories about us." John read some excepts form his book, but hammed it up towards the end and read the last few sentences through clenched teeth, then laughed along with everyone else in the room. All in all, it was fun. No news, but fun. 
 
 
 

Tacoma Girls Meet Beatles: Wonderful!
by Jacqueline Towne and Michael Hand (special news Tribune correspondents)
It was wonderful! We were the two luckiest girls in Tacoma to be able to go with two TNT reporters to the Beatles' performance. We followed a long-legged Seattle photographer around to the other side of the coliseum. He went to a side entrance and a policeman let him in. We went through right after him showing our press cards - which we thought would be no good - and were accepted.
After we went through long corridors until we came upon a door blocked with many policemen. They said there were too many reporters, but after a few minutes of persuasion they let us pass.
We waited in a hallway for awhile and then went into the press room. It was small and at the front was a table with four chairs. We sat in the third row. The Beatles were late and the longer we waited the calmer we got.

We thought they would never get there. Then we heard they had just left from the Edgewater Motel. When they arrived we almost had a cow! We were surprised that John had light reddish brown hair. They had such tough accents!Paul looked like he needed a shave - and he did! Their offstage boots looked cracked and used.
We found out that Ringo never changes his rings. Two come form his mother and grandfather and from girls. Such rumors as John's wife expecting another child, Paul's marriage or engagement of Jane Asher, and any other Beatle engagement were stated false. By the way, the reason Ringo hates Donald Duck is because he goes "Quack-quack!"

Our reporters motioned for us to come over to them. We got up from our seats and went around the back of the room. One of us dropped the flash attachment to our camera. It made a racket and then a cameraman got all flustered he thought we had knocked over his camera. Then he yelled "Everyone out of the back of the room!" We got around fast. While standing by the reporters, the same one knocked over a light and it almost landed on the Beatles. We caught it just in time.

The Beatles started to get up and we rushed up to them. One of us was lucky enough to talk to Paul and ask him a question: "How do you pick the one to sing the lead?""To tell the truth, I'm not sure," He said. "You're not sure?""I'm really not, Luv. I really don't." Then he winked and left. He didn't get very far before the other one stopped. She asked if he would sign the pictures her sister had drawn of them. "Sure, Luv," he said and took the pictures into their dressing room.
 
We waited for about an hour or so for our autographs. In the meantime we talked to girls and policemen. One girl held Ringo's hand. Someone called to him to leave. He said, "Sorry Luv, I've go tot go." She wouldn't let go. "Luv, I've got to go!" She still wouldn't let go. "LUV, LET ME GO!!" Some of the girls went back to the conference room and got their cigarette butts. We went back and found Ringo's cigarette package. It had some cigarette butts in ti, too.

We gave the package to a policeman to give to the Beatles for an autograph. We guess they threw it away. It never came back. We gave to one of their road managers a "bouncing boo-hoo" a little ball of fuzz with two eyes to give to John for his son. The manager was quite thrilled about it and thanked us twice!

When we returned to our seats everyone for rows in front and in back turned and listened to our stories. One girl said tell us more - meaning we weren't at the conference. When one of us showed our friends her book that was autographed someone grabbed it and started passing it around, but we got it back, finally.

We were so excited we couldn't stay in our seats. The ushers kept pushing us back, but we always came back. It was a tough show, we love you Beatles Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

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The Trill of a Lifetime

August 21, 2014, 6:37 pm
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First three photos taken by Timothy Eagan







In an article called A Thrill of a Lifetime a radio DJ who was at the Beatles concert in Seattle recalls his memories of the fab concert 50 years ago today.

“The event was a phenomenon,” said Seattle radio personality Pat O’Day, who introduced the Beatles to the sold-out auditorium 50 years ago. “It opened the door and our eyes to what the concert business could be.”  “I went home saying, ‘I think I just saw a piece of history made tonight,’” he said.


 “I had gotten acquainted with George Harrison backstage, and I was standing right next to that tiny stage at the end of the coliseum, standing there, looking up at George,” he recalled. “The screaming was so loud. George looked down at me, shook his head, unplugged his guitar for about 30 seconds, and plugged it back in and said, ‘It doesn’t make any difference. They can’t hear it anyway.’”

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Beatles at the Edgewater Hotel

August 21, 2014, 7:24 pm
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photo by John Vallentyne



The Beatles stayed at the Edgewater Hotel in Seattle, Washington because no other hotel in the city would allow them to stay there.   In 1964, the Edgewater was a fairly new hotel.   Since the Beatles were always stuck in the hotel room, someone had the idea that it would be a good idea for them to fish outside of their window.    People in boats came by and told the Beatles that there weren't any fish in the water and sure enough, the Fabs didn't catch a single fish.  However, it made for great photos.   This would also be one of the few times that fans came by boat to catch a glimpse of the Beatles!!

Larry Kane interviewed some girls who were waiting outside of the Edgewater hotel:


Kane: "We're out here in front of the Edgewater Inn Hotel on Elliott, on Elliott Bay, and listen to this — "
Crowd: "We want The Beatles! We want The Beatles! We want The Beatles!"
Kane: "Did you all see The Beatles?"
Fans: "Yeah!"
Kane: "What'd you think of them?"
Fans: "They're great!"
Kane: "We've been traveling with them all across the country and this is one of the wildest receptions we've received. Are you proud of it?"
Fans: "Yeah!"
Kane: "Who's your favorite Beatle?"
Fan: "Paul"
Kane: "Why?"
Fan: "'Cause he's cutest!"


The Post-Intelligencer newspaper wrote an article about the Beatles and their fans at the hotel

Uneasy quiet hung over the Edgewater Inn and the Seattle Center Coliseum yesterday morning as 200 or so Beatle fans awaited appearance of their idols at both places.

With the time and place of the Beatles arrival by plane in Seattle a secret.  Beatle lovers clustered around the Edgewater where the Beatles were to stay last night and the Coliseum where they were to perform.

By mid-morning, more than 100 teenage girls -- not a single boy-- was in evidence were clustered outside the plywood and barbed wire barricade cutting the Edgewater off from the Beatle people.

The kids sang, listened to transistor radios and pestered watchful police for permission to slip into the Edgewater "just for a minute."

The answer uniformly was "No"--firmly.

Newspapermen were offered bribes for their press cards, officially issued  by Seattle police.

The answer here, too, was "No."

Several boat loads of teenagers were shooed away by Harbor police from the dock on which the Edgewater stands at the foot of Wall Street.

Within the Edgewater there was an air of a castle under siege.

Both off-duty Seattle police officers and Burns uniformed officers were on guard throughout the building and the badge of officer was a walkie-talkie radio.

City License director, Don Turnball said his inspectors and IRS agents would be on the look out for ticket scalpers.

Turnball said he had reports that the Beatles show tickets were being offered for $30 and up.

Ticket scalping is illegal under city and state law.  Turnball said any scalpers wold be arrested and the tickets would be confiscated.




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Scream and Shout and let it all out --- the Beatles in Seattle!!!

August 21, 2014, 7:30 pm
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George and John

August 21, 2014, 7:34 pm
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I read the news today---oh boy

August 22, 2014, 1:41 pm
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"Yeah---we made the paper again...." 
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Vancouver Drive

August 22, 2014, 1:50 pm
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Between Youngsters and Disaster

August 22, 2014, 2:32 pm
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Only 100 Police Between Youngsters and Disaster
Writer Unknown
The Province (newspaper)

One hundred Vancouver policemen stood between 20,000 hysterical youngsters and disaster at Empire's Stadium Saturday night.

The moment the mop-haired Beatles appeared on stage, one-third of the audience on the field left their chairs and benches to jam up against the first of four crush barriers.

About 35 police and some extra hands strained every muscle to keep the wildly shrieking mob from breaking this all-important lifeline.

Time and again officers fought their way into the crowd to rescue youngsters from almost certain death under the feet of their co-howlers.

Police Inspector F.C. (Bud) Errington looked out over the mass of twisted, tear-stained faces and said, "there's no comparison with any other crowd I've seen.  At least the others still could think to some degree.  These people have lost all ability to think."

Later, he said, "Every policeman there was happy they didn't have to pack away seriously injured children.  One hundred policemen were there.  That's all that stood between the way it would up and a national tragedy."

Police and stadium employees barely managed to hold that first four-foot-high fencing from toppling under the weight of the screaming mob.

what was giving police the most concern was thousands of teenagers outside the stadium gates.  Three attempts were made to smash down the northwest gate before it finally buckled under the strain second after the Beatles began their performance.

About a dozen or so manged to make it inside before police and ushers braced the gate back up against the opening and held it upright with their bodies.

Then began the steady stream of wailing youngsters, mostly girls no older than nine or 10, to the first air centres and the emergency post set up behind the stage by the firemen.

One girl, he leg covered with dirt and bleeding from a cut, screamed, "don't take me out, I love them, I want to say!" as a St. John Ambulance attendant took her away for treatment.

Because of the explosive situation near the stage, Errington was forced to call for the assistance of a police dog and handler to guard the south gate for the rest of the evening.

The Beatles began and the shrieking youngsters pressed forward against the barrier.  The din never diminished throughout the rest of the act.    But, throughout it all, the velvet collared, mop-top Beatles kept signing and playing.  Then, the Beatles completed something called Long Tall Sally, bend forward in a low bow while shedding their instruments and made a mad dash to three waiting limousines.

The motorcycles roared, the gate swung open and out they beatled.  The exit had taken less than 30 seconds.

Deputy Chief Constable John Fisk, on hand during the performance, said the timing of the exit was the key to preventing any further trouble.

"Leaving would be the major problem, based on what occurred in other cities."  said Fisk.   It had to be timed down to the split second.  Everything went off perfectly.

Later, Errington said one youngster threw a bicycle in front of the lead motorcycle in the procession in hopes of stopping the exit.

However, the motorcycles and limousines managed to drive around it without altering speed.  The Beatles were taken directly to the airport, where they caught a plane to Los Angeles.


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Riots in Vancouver

August 22, 2014, 3:13 pm
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Red Robinson interrupting the concert




The Beatles concert in Vancouver was the  beginning of wild Beatles concerts in North America.  While prior to Vancouver, the fans screamed, cried and tried to rush the stage----it was a whole new game in Vancouver.

At the very start of the concert, fans that were in the field seats of the Empire theater  rushed toward the stage.  All that stopped them was a flimsy 4 foot barricade, some police, an ambulance and newspaper men and photographers. 

So as fans tried in vane to jump the fence and get onto the stage, they were crushing those who were standing against the fence.  Girls were doing things that were very unsafe in order to see the Beatles amongst the insanity.  One 13 year old fan named Della stacked two benches on top of each other and she and her friend stood on top of them to see the Beatles.   When fans started to run forward, they bumped into the stacked benches and she and her friend came tumbling down onto the ground.  She said in the book Our Hearts went Boom by Brian Kendall, "When I was lying there on the ground, all I could think about was climbing back to my feet so that I wouldn't miss another second of the concert."  That was a common feeling.  Fans didn't care if they were hurt, they just wanted to see the Beatles.  One injured fan was carried away and put into an ambulance while she was screaming, "Ringo, Ringo!  Don't take me away from Ringo!"


At the same time, fans who weren't able to get tickets managed to push the twelve-foot high northwest gate and 12 fans managed to sneak into the concert for free before police propped the gate back up and held it in place.

Also on the south-end, fans were sneaking into the concert and a fist fight broke out!

All of this craziness made Brian Epstein nervous.   Eppy told the D.J. that introduced the Beatles to "get on stage and stop the show.  Tell those kids we won't continue if they don't calm down."    So Red went out on the stage to the surprise of the Beatles.  Paul tried to wave him away, but our dear John was extremely blunt and mixed no words.  He told Red Robinson, "Get the fuck off our stage!  Nobody interrupts a Beatles performance!"

Red explained that Brian had put him up to it, and the Beatles stopped singing and let him try to calm the crowd.   However, it didn't work.  The fans didn't sit down or calm themselves.   Everyone thought that things would get even crazier if the Beatles didn't continue the show, and so back they went to quickly finish up. 
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Vancouver memories

August 22, 2014, 3:16 pm
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I was there… by an improbable connection between a father who bought 3 tickets for himself, his wife and daughter. The wife backed out, the dad knew my father and asked if I would like to go. I was 11 and already locked in as a lifetime fan. We traveled from Vernon BC to Vancouver to watch.
I remember good chunks of the concerts. – Fred

I was 14 and in the first row centre section on the field. Of course no one sat down and it was a near riot, lasting only 27 minutes. Yes, Red annoyed John, but his intervention was probably needed. To date then, the police had not encountered mass Beatlemania, espec. in young, LOUD, Canadian teenagers! Magical time. Noisy or what? No wonder we terrified George (his words). Imagine.   –suzki


I was at this concert. It was in Empire Stadium. They had clusters of horns on either side of the stage. This had to be a direct mike recording because there was a 30 minute riot going on while they played and the sound was barely audible through the deafening shrill of the mass scream.  –Willy


I was an18 year old kid just starting out in the music business. My first gig was playing in Dal Richards band as an opening act to this show. Aug22 1964. I got paid 22.15 for the show. At the time it was a big nothing but now my kids won't believe me. Ha Ha. Anyway just a bit of old trivia. I retired June 14th 2010 after 45 years.  –anonymous
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Beatles and Vancouver police

August 22, 2014, 3:17 pm
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Hollywood here they come!

August 24, 2014, 6:16 pm
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LA Police Await Beatles and Wish They Weren’t
August 21, 1964
By Bob Thomas AP Movie-Television Writer
Hollywood -- Notes and comments on the Hollywood scene
The Los Angeles police wish this was the weekend that wasn’t.  The Beatle invasion begins Sunday when the British quartette set down their chartered lane at an undesignated filed.  The plan is for them to radio in their destination shortly before their arrival from British Columbia, thus to avoid a mob scene – they hope.
They will have a news conference at a San Fernando Valley night club then leave for the concert at the Hollywood Bowl.  The staid old bowl may never be the same.  Its 22,000 seats were sold out hours after they went on sale two months ago.  One pair of down-front tickets reportedly back-marketed at $1,500.
Turned down by leading hotels, the Beatles are said to be staying at the home of a television executive  They are scheduled to appear Monday night at a party attended by movie stars and others who are permitted to bring their children.  All will pay $25 a head to benefit the Hemophilia foundation.  Security also surrounds the location of the party; I won’t be known until hours before the affair.
Nothing else is planned for the Beatles, but they have made it known they want to visit Disneyland.  Does Orange county know this?  Are the Marines alerted?
The Beatles fly out late Tuesday or early Wednesday.





Wherever The Beatles Go, Shrieks and Swoons Follow
August 24, 1964
No one can quite adequately explain the power the Beatles have over teenagers, especially girls in this country.  Whether the four ruck n roll singers are appearing in a city or merely expected to appear, sighs, swoons and even unthinking vandalism.
In San Francisco last week, 9,000 girls waited at the airport for their heroes’ arrival; 4,000 others waited n a state of near hysteria at the new Hilton hotel, where the foursome was to stay.  When the Beatles left the airport area, several of the girls nibbled ecstatically on the grass on which they had walked.  Several others had to be hauled, kicking and screaming, from the hood of the Beatles’ limousine as it departed.
Fifteen policemen managed to get eh Beatles safely through a hotel side door, up an elevator, and into the 15th floor, which was closed off for the occasion.   For an hour or more, girls lingered outside the building, screaming at the upper windows and blowing kisses.   The noise continued at the Cow Palace performance where the gross was $91,670, nearly twice the record for Palace one-night stands.
Psychologists and social scientists from New York to San Francisco have tried to explain how four shaggy haired young men with a modicum of musical ability and a refreshing lack of professional vanity manage to inspire such devotion.

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The Hollywood Bowl in 1964

August 24, 2014, 6:32 pm
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Here is a story that I found in a fan magazine from the mid 1970's called "the New Beatles fan club" of a fan who saw the Beatles in concert at the Hollywood Bowl in 1964.   Here is her memories of that famous night. 





The Hollywood Bowl 1964
By Kathy Mignosi
The new Beatles Fan Club newsletter

What first comes to my mind is not so much the actual performances witnesses at these marvelously enthusiastic shows.  Rather the literally painful experience I would go through before getting my precious tickets and feeling such rendering anxiety, 24-hours a day.  That was half of being the young, full-fledged Beatlemaniac that I was.  You didn’t have to be looking at their photos in a magazine, or listening to their songs on a radio to always be aware of that gnawing sensation in the pit of your gut.  It was constantly making you cry in y our pillow at night, or kiss the color portrait of Paul that hung over your bed on the wall until the image of his lips had faded.  I remember doing my share of crying.  It wasn’t something to hide.  Rather a display of sacrifice of your inner most feelings of love for John, Paul, George and dear, dear Ringo.  You’d make a mental note that if the need ever arose, you would gladly give your life to save theirs.  But meantime, since you couldn’t’ follow in the footsteps of “Romeo and Juliet”, you hoped other sacrifices would do just as well.

Such was the state of mind of many a Beatlemaniac.  Like so many others, I tried to find ways to save money so that I could go to the concerts.  Losing weight wasn’t a fad – but a must if you wanted to use your lunch money towards seeing the Beatles in person.  I spent much time outside of classes with  transistor radio plug in one ear to catch any word there might be on ticket information while the days  dwindled towards the big day.  While wondering if I’d get them in the mail, I’d do a daily vigil on the phone after school to the local teen rock station (in this case, KRLA) which ran contests on the hour for sets of Beatle concert tickets.   I never succeeded in winning such a catch so easily, but as it turned out, I always managed to see them when they’d come my way during their three state-side tours.

The days of one warm and balmy August in 1964 ticked slowly by.  The radio deejays would teasingly and quite loudly announce, “Twenty-eight more days until B-day!” and go into Beatle triple plays.  During the months that the group would be appearing in the area, radio stations would average three songs an hour by the Fan Foursome.  Was it any wonder then that the hours before the Beatles strolled on stage were filled with such electricity?  There was a time-bomb ready to go off, and it had been set over a month ago.  The bomb was us and we were going to pieces!

My first time attending any kind of teenage rock concert happened to have been at the heralded Hollywood Bowl concert in 1964, seeing the Beatles.  I was 13.  I also was to be there in ’65 and at Dodger Station in ’66 for subsequent Beatle shows.  But for the first one, I couldn’t anticipate what was to happen—the scene being unique to me.  Probably to most the other kids as well.  The faces were all scrubbed, anxious and animated.  The flush of youth was all about.  Not to mention people selling anything they could get money for with the Beatles image on it.  But that didn’t matter.  The throng of fans grew steadily as we waited outside of the Bowl before the box office opened to let us into the open-air arena.   The summer night was full of noise and excitement.  Lights from hundreds of motorists trying to pass through seemed like a galaxy of flash bulbs going off in our faces.  We all stood around in gangs – carousing with other kids we knew—acting like dozens of glee clubs at a gigantic rally.  Here and there you could catch strains f a rousing chorus from a Beatle song being played on someone’ radio.  We tittered and squealed, feeling almost uncontrollable as we watched news and cameramen wearing about the crush of bodies, shooting angles of the crowds from afar.  Two hours passed as the sun went behind the hill the Bowl was set in, the evening air grew comfortable, and the crowd surged nervously.  The tension was unbelievable as we finally were able to file into the Bowl to our respective seats.

It wasn’t until we were looking for our seats that we saw a lovely sight.  In the remaining dim light of day I could see clearly the Beatles’ equipment on stage.  Some of us went to the box seats to get a close look, spying Ringo’s Ludwig drum kit sitting atop an elevated platform, the embossed letters saying “The Beatles” on the bass drum standing out invitingly.  A wave of appreciative screeches was let out as the guitars propped up against Ringo’s platform were recognized.  I remember feeling awed, seeing Paul’s violin-shaped bass guitar, standing there alone.  I sat for a long time, taking in the empty stage that would soon be occupied by the Liverpool Lads.

My friends and I, as well as the rest of 20,000 attending the concert started jumping up and down, shouting and waving our programs as a local DJ stepped out for a few words.  It seemed as if a stray cat had walked out instead, our reaction would have been the same – feelings as keyed-up as we did.  The air was thick with the energy each of us gave off like sparks flying from a piece of flint—making us feel even wilder.

My senses were fast slipping away in mass hysteria as I suddenly realized IT WAS HAPPENING!  Oh God—there they were—in a sea of twinkling lights from a thousand cameras.  All reflected in a huge pool that lay in front of the stage.  The wildlife around must have wondered what had hit their hillside that night as the peaceful August evening was erupted into one joyful wail.

Four slender boys in tight, black suits and boots rambled and bounced about as they donned guitars and drum sticks, preparing to attack the night with a battery of sound.  It was all so blurry and yet crystal-clear as I proceeded to beat myself to a pulp, watching Paul stomp his booted foot in 4-4 time, as Ringo smashed a cymbal, and the Beatles rooled into their first number, “Twist and Shout.”  During the group’s touring years, “Twist and Shout” was the song that got the show going.  The concert version was shortened to avoid wear-and-tear on John’s vocal chords.  His beautifully, gruff, nasal voice rose about the roar of the fans—“shake it up baby now” while Paul and George huddled together at the other mike, harmonizing.  The song ended quickly with a bassy chord, and the four took their low and formal bow that had become so famous.  The songs rocked on, broken up now and then by the boys cracking up over a personal joke, or something said during an introduction.  Paul stepped up to the mike, being the one who would introduce a large portion of the songs while the others made amp adjustments or changed instruments.  Again he emphasized the starting beat with his body, swinging his bass guitar, skipping about with his long legs and belting out “All my Loving.”  The music floated out over the arena filled with hysterical girls and bewildered adults.  I heard myself happily squealing, which could have been more disastrous to the lungs of someone normal!  Occasionally, I became aware to my amazement of the intense sound that the audience was producing.  The screams were, as a while, shattering.  I h ad never heard anything like it on such a grand scale.  That, plus the rocking and reeling music drove us simply mad.  There came a pause in between numbers as we momentarily heaved a sigh, the screams ebbing somewhat, while John took over the mike.  For this trip, the famous black leather cap was missing.  For the other concerts I saw, he would pull some funny tricks with a cap.  Throwing it high into the air and racing about the stage.  He delighted the audience.  He even went down the side steps of the stage and back again.  John would plant himself firmly in front of his mike; feet spread to each side, and break into the next song, singing the high notes with a strained, squinty-eyed expression.  One funny spot would be when he would forget what album a song was from (the boys understandably confusing the American and the English arrangements), and mumble something while scratching his head, looking over at Paul who would dimple and crinkle his eyes up in a loud laugh.  The lull in the audience would immediately shatter into squeals, and the boys reeling into “A Hard Day’s Night”.    At one point in the show, Paul assumed role of spokesman again, thanking everyone and inquiring if we were all having a good time.  Of course this produced a tremendous chorus of screeches, to which Paul would pull a face at John, who would then laugh weakly and check George who was by one of the amps, changing his guitar.  “This next number,” Paul spoke out, breathless, his accent thick, “will be sung by a member of the group who doesn’t get to sing much…”  The audience was full of anticipation, knowing what was coming next.  Paul continued, his voice getting higher with the build-up “and here is, singing ‘Boys’ –RINGO!”  If there had been a roof over us, it surely would have come down.  The clammer grew to an all-time high as Ringo sang in his not-so-strong but very lovable voice.  It was a treat for us to be able to see the little silent Richie suddenly commanding the spotlights for his one song.  The others played along, dancing a bit, hamming it up and looking back and forth at one another.  The song ended with an extra low bow form our drummer boy, and a quick “thank you”.  I can’t remember all the numbers that were sung, though I supposed if I tried, I could.  But I am sure the main essence of the concert comes through.  Everyone was having a ball as the songs rolled on in quick succession.  The music pounded out of the amps, throbbing from Paul’s driving bass as he put on a constant display of boyish energy while belting out a song in savage fashion.  There was lean George being coolly aloof, breaking his deep concentration on his articulate playing now and then, with a broad grin or a quick jig.  John’s famous antics and mannerisms made us crack up in-between screams; his dirty old man leering made us squirm fitfully.  And then Ringo –sitting above it all—swaying and flashing his endearing smile as he kept up a powerful beat.  With every little twitch or movement form the boys, the level of screams rose quickly to a frightful pitch.  The group’s personalities, as individual performers and certainly as a whole came across as fuel to the fire.  And though we were innocent of the fact that the Beatles’ lives were hellishly grueling at that point, the ently lively, spiced with the sexually exciting visual effect the boys had on me.

But like all fantasies, they must end with a rude awakening.  The dozen or so songs were run through, and our loves were whisked away, into an armored car, and off to their hide-away in the hills.  It was only the beginning for me, even though the concert itself had ended.  And though things have changed in so many ways especially since then, I can’t help but feel that it hasn’t really ended yet.
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A letter from Laura

August 24, 2014, 6:59 pm
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Dear Lynne:

I'm writing this letter to tell you what I  did Sunday night.  I went to a press conference for The Beatles with a reporter from our local paper.  It was at the Cinnamon Cinder.  Bob Eubanks was there.

He asked everyone to be quiet.  So I said to myself "don't scream."  But sure enough, when Paul came through the door, I cracked up.

He is so cute.  He was wearing a blue coat and light blue shirt.  Of course Ringo had four rings on.  Al of them, John, Paul, George and Ringo, are absolutely darling in person.

When they walked in they turned to their right and sat down on red velvet chairs next to a red table.  They were seated--as I looked at them -- Paul on the left, then George, John and Ringo. 

I love the way they talk, it's so English.

Paul doesn't have as much an accent as the others.  I think George really has an accent.

We had to raise our hands to be able to ask a question and my arm was getting tired.  Finally I got to talk to Paul.  I asked him if he would like to learn how to fly.

He looked at me and said, "Sure" in his English way.  So I said, "I can teach you, my father has a plane" and he looked at me and said, "Really now, I really would like to learn how to fly."

Paul is really funny.  You say one thing and he'll give you either a funny look or he'll say something funny.  I wish I could  be with him all by myself and ask him a million questions and he would probably have an answer to every one.

Ringo didn't say much but one man asked what rings he was wearing and he replied, "I've been wearing these four rings for three years."

John had the longest hair of them all.  I was surprised because George usually has hair in his eyes. 

They gave John five gold records.  Ringo got the key to California and Paul and George received an album form their fan club.

It was time for them to go, so Mr. Tyler (he's the reporter) and I pushed through the crowd to the door.  John, George and Ringo went off on the other side, but Paul came off on the side I was on.

He was carrying a bouquet of roses the fan club had given him.  As he stepped off the last step the girls poured down on him.

He finally got out and was trying to move down the hall.  He finally was where I was standing.  I yelled out "Paul!" and he looked at me!  I laid my hand on his back and he walked out.

Oh!  My feet may have been stepped on during the crush, but believe me, it was all worth it.

Your best friend,
Laura Lynn

(from the August 28, 1964 issue of The Van Nuys News)

Another story from this blog about a fan at this press conference is here.


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The Heartbroken Beatle Fan

August 24, 2014, 8:57 pm
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They Leave Behind a Heartbroken Beatle Fan
By Jeanne Voltz

The Beatles left a broke heart in Los Angeles today.   Cathy Owens, 14, had come from San Diego to make a presentation of two trophies to the group, only to be turned away at the last moment.  The awards were from the San Diego fan club of which Cathy is the president.

"Everyone was so proud because I was going to personally make the presentation," she sobbed.  "They all counted on me.  Now I've let them down."

Cathy's mother said that the fan club's 80 members had worked since March to earn the money for the trophies.  One was for Ringo and inscribed "Ringo--the world's Greatest Drummer."  The other was for the whole group in appreciation for all the joy they bring to the club members.

The Beatles didn't intentionally snub Cathy.  The blame should be placed on the public relations that follows the four young entertainers where ever they go --that phenomena called "Beatlemania."

As Cathy tearfully said,  "Paul knew I was there and tried to come back.  He wanted to come back, but they kept pushing him away."

"They" were the fans who pressed around the group after a press conference last night at the Cinnamon Cinder, a teenager night club in Studio City.

John Lennon, Ringo Starr, and  George Harrison were led through the crowd of screaming, shoving, autograph-seeking teenagers to an awaiting limousine.

But the few seconds that Paul McCartney spent trying to reach Cathy were enough for him to be cut off from the rest of the group and security officers.  He was immediately engulfed by the crowd and had to be rescued by policemen, before he was pushed into a crowd of 200.

Oddly, at the press conference which preceded this scene, reporters asked mostly about Beatlemania and the Beatles reaction to it.  All four agree they dont' know exactly what Beatlemania is or what causes it.


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Step inside Cavendish

August 25, 2014, 7:22 pm
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I have to take a small break from the 1964 tour to share this story with you all.   I love this for so many reasons.  The first one is that only a small handful of fans that I am aware of were ever allowed inside Paul home on Cavendish Avenue and Ann Savoy has been added to that elite list!   Something else I love is that Paul is wearing a RED anchor shirt.  Several years ago this shirt was up for auction and I questioned if it was really Paul's shirt because I had only seen him wearing a BLUE anchor shirt.  But here is the proof that he indeed wore a red one as well.   (Deep topic,  I know!).    In doing a quick google search, I found that Mick Jagger's first arrest was in May of 1966.    

I found this story on the website for the newspaper, The Advertiser and it was written by
Cheryl Deval.


Photo taken by Mike McCartney.  Copyright held by Ann Savoy (pictured with Paul)
Local Musician recalls meeting Paul McCartney
By Cheryl Deval

When you're young, the most unlikely things can happen.

Just ask Ann Savoy about the time she hung out with Paul McCartney.

Yes, that one — "Sir Paul" to most of us now, back then a Liverpool lad who rocked the planet with his band before Wings.

This week, Savoy, a Eunice-based musical performer, producer and historian, posted evidence of their meeting as the cover photo on her Facebook page.

She put it there not knowing that this happens to be International Beatleweek, a festival unofficially launched last Thursday by McCartney's concert at San Francisco's Candlestick Park, site of the Beatles' final concert in the United States.

"When I was young, I was living with my mother and sister in Switzerland," Savoy said in a phone interview. "We took a trip to London.

"I was," she noted, "very interested in the Beatles."

So was almost every teen girl in the developed world as the band prepared to release its sitar-infused album "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" in mid-1967, three years into Beatlemania.
Here's how Savoy said she, at 15, got past the cordon of celebrity.

"I was with my friend Johathan Bragdon"— then in his early 20s, now a world-renowned visual artist — "and I said, 'Let's go see Paul McCartney.'"

Her idea was to pass by his home in London. Savoy's friend wanted to push it further.
"We went up to St. John's Wood where he was living. My friend said, 'I really want to talk to Paul about the influence of Indian music on his work.'

"It so happened that McCartney's brother Mike was driving through the gate," Savoy said. "So Jonathan wrote a note to Paul, handed him the note and Mike drove in.


"And the next thing we knew, (Paul) came out and said, 'Come on in.'

"We hung out for hours, talking about the influence of Indian music," Savoy said, sounding surprised 47 years later that any of this had happened. "He said he was so happy we were there."
But wait — there's more.

"There was a knock on the door and Mick Jagger came in."

Turns out that the Rolling Stones' frontman had just been released from jail after his first arrest. Somebody had tipped off the police about drug use at a party he had attended.

"He was shaken up so much," Savoy recalled. Jagger and McCartney talked while their young guests were in the room.

After awhile, she remembered, "Paul said, 'We're having a party in a couple of nights. Wanna come?'
"Here I am, a total innocent," Savoy said. Her friend Jonathan Bragdon said, "'Sure!'"
Because Bragdon was a trusted family friend, Savoy's mother allowed him to chaperone. "My mother couldn't believe it, either," she recalled, "but she let me go."

The guest list included Jagger, his muse at the time, Marianne Faithfull — wearing a Girl Guide Brownie uniform — Beat poet Alan Ginsberg and the big white dog McCartney name-checked in "Martha, My Dear."

Savoy described the tone as mellow and congenial with good food and conversation. "The people were quite gentlemanly," she said. "They weren't acting like bad boys — they were holding out chairs for the ladies. I just couldn't believe that.

"I was one of 'em. The thing was, it was very unbelievable."

But she had proof that it had happened — the photo Mike McCartney took at her friend Jonathan's suggestion. It ended up in her high school newspaper.

Since Savoy's memento of what she calls her "once-in-a-lifetime weird little moment" surfaced on Facebook, "I've gotten so many comments on it," she said.

During the years in between — when she moved to Louisiana, married accordion master Marc Savoy, reared four children including Grammy winners Joel and Wilson, and produced well-reviewed albums including "Evangeline Made" and "Creole Bred"— she's taken some big lessons from that little moment.

"The whole thing inspired me on every level. When I produced those (recording) projects with rock stars, I wasn't intimidated.

"At that extremely impressionable age, to be invited into such an incredible situation, made me realize that anything can happen," Ann Savoy said, adding, "Be prepared for it."
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When George threw the drink

August 25, 2014, 8:00 pm
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Excuse me while I totally Beatle Geek out on you all for a moment.   The exact dates of when the Beatles did various things in 1964 while in L.A. is very confusing.   Today I have seen the date of August 25, 1964 going around as the date that three of the Beatles went to the Whiskey a Go-Go and George threw the drink on a photographer.    Well, I found a newspaper (the Herald Examiner) with the photos and it gives the date as August 24, 1964.    I spoke with Beatles concert expert, Chuck Gunderson along with some other Beatle friends and it was figured out that the Beatles did their Hollywood Bowl concert on the 23rd and had a party (where John broke a camera) afterwards.  On the 24th they had the party at Alan Livingston's house and went to the Whiskey a go-go, and on the 25th they did a photo shoot at the pool at the rented house and went to Burt Lancaster's house.  But I have to admit that even that time line does not match up with the first hand accounts and other reports.   Did the Herald Examiner made a mistake in the date?  

The newspaper that shows the date of the event.


Here is how the Herald Examiner reported George throwing the drink.   Just think if this happened today.  It would be all over TMZ and everyone would have captured it on their cell phone cameras.

Beatles Leave L.A. Gasping

The Beatles, Britian's anti-barbershop quartet headed for Denver after visiting L.A. in which property damage was estimated at $5,000.

Appraisals of havoc wrought around Beatle Manor in Bel-air came early today as shaggy George Harrison was tossing a highball at a photographer in a Sunset Strip night club, and the last of more than 50 juveniles was being released from police custody.

Even so, authorities who worked overtime during the millionaire recording artists' three day stay were inclined to agree with night club operator Shelly Davis' conclusions as he mopped thrown Scotch from a Beatle fan, Mamie Van Doren, who ogt between George and the photographer.  "It was frantic," said Shelly, 17 years a newspaperman, flack and showman.  "It was frantic, impossible, ridiculous--but fun."

The fun started about 12:45 a.m. when 200 patrons jamming Davis' Whiskey A Go-go at 8901 Sunset Blvd., and 100 or so crowding the street outside, discovered John Lennon had been slipped into a corner booth by Sheriff's deputies. 

Within a few minutes the wall of human flesh around the booth was so solid that Harrison and Ringo Starr, also slipped by the deputies, had to be lifted bodily and passed over heads, where they joined seven others, including Jayne Mansfield, in a booth upholsterer for four.

A few lucky fans got Beatle autographs on cocktail napkins smuggled through the wall by a waitress as Davis announced over the loudspeaker, "We have honored guest from England here tonight.  Give 'em air or I'll have to close the place."

Paul McCartney missed the group's first visit to an American night club as patrons.  "Paul just stayed home."  Ringo told the Herald Examiner, breaking off a conversation with two girls in an adjoining booth -- Cheryl Crane, 21, Lana Turner's daughter, and her roommate, Andrea Lucy, also 21.

Robert Flora, United Press International photographer, got the highball treatment after Harrison warned him not to take any more pictures and Flora snapped one more which showed George tossing the drink.

Earlier, West Los Angeles police took more than 50 adolescents into technical custody for violating a 10p.m. curfew as some 400 persons milled about the intersection of Bel-Air road and Sunset Blvd. hoping over several hours to catch a glimpse of a Beatle.

St. Pierre Roads, where the singers disappeared into a rented mansion at No. 356 for some rest after their Hollywood Bowl appearance Sunday, was blocked off by police, who estimated damage to flowers, shrubs and other residential property at $5,000.

Many residents turned on lawn sprinklers to discourage trespassing, but teenagers by the dozens ignored a drenching in order to penetrate barricades, only to be caught by officers in extra force and returned.





photo by Bob Flora

photo by Bob Flora



The no longer updated website, The Beatles Connection, which was not in English  and they plastered those annoying watermarks in large letters all over the photos they shared, wrote a story about the Beatles and Jayne Mansfield at the Whiskey a go go.   I found on the Beatleslinks forum from 2007 that someone had translated the article and here it is:

Jayne Mansfield was a platinum blonde, born in 1933, especially famous for being a sex symbol in mid 50's, starred in ''The Girl Can't Help It'' (1956) and ''Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter?'' (1957), a 20th Century Fox star by then, when this major film studios began to have problems with Marilyn Monroe and decided to duplicate her, a bad copy would be better to say ... but Mansfield soon believed in her own publicity. She imagined herself as much or even bigger than Monroe and she spent all her time starring headlines of scandals, her habit for drinking, her addiction for pills for hysterics, for getting up, for sleeping, etc ... this would happen especially in the last part of her life around June 29, 1967 when she died in a tragic car accident ... (Newspapers said she was decapitated, but it was not so).

But the reason for this brief review of Jayne Mansfield is not to describe her artistic achievements (if she had any), nor to talk about her physical attributes ... we're trying to place the moment in which the Hollywood star was when she met The Beatles... Marilyn Monroe's death (August 5, 1962) was the end of blonde bombs' era, while the sexual revolution in USA was finishing with the "bad girls" roles in films, so Jayne Mansfield was facing up to a crisis of popularity by 1964, when she met The Beatles. Mansfield's career was descendent by that time, making only ''B'' films (low in quality and budget). In 1964, Mansfield was also doing tours in classless night clubs and made some sporadic TV appearances. She was going to get married (after a recent divorce) to the film director Matt Cimber, who was her manager too ... 


Going back in time till 1956, John Lennon, Paul McCartney and George Harrison were among the rock 'n' roll fans that went to the cinemas to see the ''The Girl Cant Help It'' film, one classic of its time, with a constellation of rock 'n' roll stars such: Little Richard, The Platters, Eddie Cochran, Gene Vincent, Fats Domino, and with the voluptuous actress Jayne Mansfield (playing the role of Jerri Jordan), that would become till that moment on one of sexual fantasies of those teen Beatles.
Who would guess that destiny would get these characters together 8 years later (in 1964) in different situations: The Beatles as the biggest act in the world and Jayne Mansfield with her career extinguishing and needing urgently of publicity to get back to the headlines.


On Sunday, August 23, 1964 (7:30 pm), in the middle of their American tour, The Beatles were in Los Angeles, California giving a press conference at the teen night club called ''Cinnamon Cinder'' (2 hours later they would play at the ''Hollywood Bowl''). 

-Journalist: Would you like to make a film in Hollywood? 
-John Lennon: Yeah
-George Harrison: We don't mind, but we make the film where the company thinks it's suitable.
-John Lennon: ...and cheaper (laughter)
-Journalist: What movie actors would you like to meet in Hollywood?
-Ringo Starr: Paul Newman
-Journalist: What about actresses?"
-Paul McCartney: Jayne Mansfield 
Chris Hutchins, a ''New Musical Express'' magazine reporter, who was close to The Beatles (he would arrange the meeting between The Beatles and Elvis Presley in 1965) took advantage of this McCartney's wish from the press conference.
Hutchins was precisely at the press conference and approached McCartney. ''Seriously, Paul, would you really like to meet Jayne Mansfield?''... McCartney nodded. 

Immediately, a note written using a pencil was given to Derek Taylor, The Beatles' press agent.
The message said: ''Derek, Paul stated that he would like to meet Jayne Mansfield. 
If I can arrange it, could I have the photos and the story?''
''Do you think you can arrange a date?'' was Taylor's answer, that was answered affirm.
A half an hour later, to ultimate details for the meeting ---originally thought as a Paul McCartney & Jayne Mansfield meeting only-- it was talked to Derek Taylor in the backstage of the ''Hollywood Bowl''. Next day, August 24 --while The Beatles were taking a rest in the rented mansion in Bel Air, Derek Taylor called Matt Cimber (Jayne Mansfield's boyfriend and manager). 


By then, not only McCartney but the other three Beatles wished to meet Jayne Mansfield too, but they refused to have them photographed with the blonde bomb ...Paul McCartney was the only one who was determined. Mansfield's manager's idea was that The Beatles would have being drinking some tea, poured by Jayne Mansfield, all by the swimming pool. It was publicity thanks to The Beatles' fame.

The Beatles wanted to meet Mansfield, better if she came to their mansion in Bel Air, but without photos, because it was a Brian Epstein's habitual rule to avoid photos with celebrities.
A new problem, agreement between The Beatles' diary and Jayne Mansfield's, who had obligations for the whole week at the Anaheim night club ... time was short because The Beatles would only be available for a couple of days (until August 26), when they would left to Denver with their tour, but Jayne Mansfield didn't want to miss such an opportunity to be in the headlines, because it was and it would be, for the group's entire career, the only time The Beatles invited a female film star to their home to meet her.


August 25, The Beatles lost hope of meeting the voluptuous blonde, so they accepted one invitation from the actor Burt Lancaster to have dinner and to see the ''A Shot In The Dark'' film (starring Peter Sellers and Elke Sommer) at his house, being John Lennon alone at the Bel Air house, who seized the opportunity to receive some guests and to give some interviews. 
For Lennon surprise, that midnight Jayne Mansfield appeared at the Bel Air mansion entrance. 
There and witnessing this indescribable scene were: Bess Coleman, Derek Taylor, Mal Evans, Neil Aspinall, her manager and boyfriend Matt Cimber, an assistant and two Jayne Mansfield's bodyguards.


Jayne, was wearing one Persian cat coat, and Lennon told her ''I was dying to meet you, Miss Mansfield'', to what she corrected him by saying, ''Call me just Jaynie'', adding, ''I was also dying to meet all of you, wonderful guys---but where are the others?''.

Then Mansfield suggestively caressed Lennon's hair, whispering: ''Is it your real hair?'' and Lennon answered, taking a look at her prominent bust, the most famous attribute of Mansfield, ''Well, and are those real?''... to which Mansfield, without turning a hair, answered: ''There's only one way of ascertaining that, ain't there?''



Lennon mixed cocktails for her and her assistants, mixing gin, vodka, red wine and cocaine as the ''secret ingredient''...Jayne asked her friend to read her the Tarot, for her and Lennon. 
 
Her friend began the cast and suddenly he dropped them horrified,  exclaiming, ''Oh my God, this is terrible, I see a tragic end for both of you in all this" (right prediction, as it's said before Jayne Mansfield died three years later victim of one car accident and Lennon was shot in 1980). By hearing this, Lennon got angry and threw the cards.



Chris Hutchins suggested Lennon to take Jayne Mansfield and her retinue to the famous pub ''Whiskey-a-Go-Go'' on Sunset Boulevard and maybe to dance the watusi. 

Lennon liked the idea but Hutchins warned him that the other Beatles would never forgive him if he didn't tell them of this date with Jayne Mansfield. And because of Lennon couldn't be alone with the blonde actress--as he wished--because of the presence of Matt Cimber, her boyfriend  and manager and the Mansfield's bodyguards, he had to leave a telephone message to Harrison and Starr to search for them at the ''Whiskey-a-Go-Go''.

Actually, Lennon was angry because of the presence of Mansfield's boyfriend, because his intentions were different. George Harrison and Ringo Starr, already a little drunken after the dinner with Burt Lancaster, went rapidly to join Lennon. The paradox, Paul McCartney who had originally caused it was not present at any moment, because it was supposed that he disappeared to have a romantic and secret date with the actress Peggy Lipton, who he met the previous evening.



Entering 'Whiskey-a-Go-Go' was terribly complicated, because the three Beatles: 
Lennon, Harrison and Starr, wanted to go unnoticed and not to be annoyed or photographed ---obviously Jayne Mansfield's interest was the contrary, she wanted to exploit the situation, so she might have made some telephone calls to the press and the paparazzi of Hollywood went rapidly where they were.

It took the Beatles twenty minutes to get from the door to their table, because everybody wanted to be near them.


At the table and calm, Lennon disclosed Jayne Mansfield about the ''secret ingredient'' which he had mixed the cocktails at the Bel Air mansion, they also talked about poetry and the Shakespeare Festival of that year, about John's new book and Mansfield's new album (she had recorded several LP's ) the one titled ''Tchaikovsky, Shakespeare & Me''. 

Close to the table, the actress Mamie Van Doren, another blonde celebrity and a competitor to Jayne Mansfield was at the ''Whiskey-a-Go-Go'', who came to greet and meet The Beatles, but it seems that they didn't know her.

Mansfield was sitting between Lennon and Harrison, supposedly she had her hands very busy caressing either side of both the Beatles'''groins'' (one story confirmed by Harrison in the Anthology)
 
Suddenly or with some help (we guess) one photographer came to the table where the group were and began to take photos with a powerful flash, very quickly. 

Harrison upset and very drunkenly threw one glass of whiskey & Coca Cola over photographer, but accidentally knocked over a bucket of ice, soaking actress Mamie Van Doren's face, who was close to the table. (Harrison, denied this, because he said that the ice was melted in the glass and that it was only liquid what he spit over the face of the actress, but Mamie Van Doren in her autobiography ''Playing The Field'' stated that it was a bucket of ice that hit her in the face.

A racket was kicked up at the ''Whiskey-a-Go-Go'', so big that there was no way of exit from there, because everybody was surrounding there. Mansfield's bodyguards lifted George Harrison and Ringo Starr up in the air in order to take them out of the place, because people were trying to get near them. On the next day, a pair of photos of the incident appeared in the 'Herald Examiner'' daily, where one drunken and annoyed George Harrison can be seen. 



Jayne Mansfield stated later: ''Unfortunately, we couldn't have privacy. To enter ''Whiskey-a-Go-Go'' you've got to be 21-year-old, but all the adult people who were there were acting as teens.''

Jayne Mansfield described The Beatles in this way: ''John is very ingenious and funny...George is really great. So relaxed and polite. Ringo is adorable, very reserved. He doesn't say a word at all, unless it's something important...''

What did Jayne Mansfield think of Paul McCartney, the one who started all this and never met Jayne Mansfield? ''Paul and I couldn't meet each other; he lost all the joy...''


JAYNE MANSFIELD - BEATLES RELATED TRIVIA 
--September 18, 1968--years later of the premier, The Beatles interrupted one of the ''White Album'' recording sessions. They were recording takes of the ''Birthday'' song at Abbey Road Studios and they left the work to go with various people (including Yoko Ono, Pattie Harrison and Chris Thomas ) to Paul McCartney's house at Cavendish Avenue to see ''The Girl Can't Help It'' film on TV for the first time in England.

Hours later and influenced by the film, McCartney with more energy in his veins and with Little Richard and Fats Domino in mind restarted the ''Birthday'' session with everybody in support. 

--Jayne Mansfield is shown in the inside cover of the ''Beatles For Sale'' album (designed by Robert Freeman). It was exactly in the inside of the album where a collage pic shows the group standing with a collection of images of films including Albert Finney, lan Carmichael, Victor Mature and Jayne Mansfield who appears near Paul McCartney.



--Jayne Mansfield died in a car accident in 1967. John Lennon always remembered that fact of the Tarot when she met Jayne Mansfield in 1964 and he was in alarm. 
As it's known, Lennon was obsessed with numbers and, particularly, with number nine.
Lennon said to Chris Hutchins: ''Jayne was born on April 19 and died on June 29. 
April is the forth month and June the sixth. If you put them together you have one ten. I was born on October 9, the ninth day of the tenth month. 
Jayne Mansfield died two months after her birthday, that means that I'm going to die on one day with a nine, in the month of December.''


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A Beatles party in the Garden

August 25, 2014, 8:39 pm
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I have written and posted a LOT about the party Alan Livingston hosted at his home to raise money for the Hemophilia Foundation in 1964.   There are many stories of fans who were able to meet the Beatles during this fundraiser and then there was Peggy Lipton who did more than just meet a Beatle at this event! 

Just in case you missed it---here is one of the stories.
http://www.meetthebeatlesforreal.com/2011/01/bel-air-meeting.html


I have been saving up tons of photos from this event...so I hope you enjoy all of these!

Invitation to the party.  From Jeff Augsburger collection 

Memo from Alan Livingston about the party.   From Jeff Augsburger collection 






Photo by Candi Purrell 

Photo by Candi Purrell 


Fans who were not invited just waited outside Alan Livingston's house hoping to see the Beatles 





Ringo looks like he has had enough of shaking hands and meeting people.....

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Shooting (by the) Pool

August 25, 2014, 8:46 pm
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Bob Bonis and other photographers took advantage of the Beatles break in the tour and location for a fun photo shoot by the pool....
















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