Thursday, May 30, 2019

I used to be Normal - A film review

Fans outside the Beatles hotel in Melbourne in 1964


I know, I know--  I got a little confused and so I am doing Wednesday Review on a Thursday.


The film I am reviewing is called "I Used to Be Normal....a boyband fan girl story."      This documentary follows four women who are devoted to four different boybands and hears their thoughts, experiences, and devotion to their favorite boyband.

The groups represented are The Beatles, Take That, Backstreet Boys, and One Direction.    The big thing that stands out is that the mania that happens from the girls who love the bands is the same no matter what generation they are in.     As Beatle fans, we can argue that Beatlemania was bigger, more widespread, more intense, etc.   But when you watch the footage of girls screaming and going crazy, it all looks the same, no matter if they are screaming for The Beatles or for One Direction.   


Personally, I love the BoyBand phenomenon.   Anyone who knows me knows that I loved the New Kids on the Block in 1989, and I still love them.   However, I have never been comfortable grouping the Beatles as a "boyband."  The Beatles wrote their own songs, played their own instruments, didn't dance, and took off their shirts on stage, and they were a serious group.  They are NOT the same as the Backstreet Boys.   However, this film lays out WHY The Beatles should be considered the first boyband (at least in the early years), and while I am still not 100% on board, it was a compelling argument.

The Beatles fan who is interviewed is a first-generation fan from Melbourne, Australia.   She tells about how she stayed outside the Beatles hotel when they came to her town (and swears that John waved to her) and she also saw the Beatles in concert (in the 3rd row!).  She goes through her memorabilia and talks about and discusses how the Beatles and their music has helped her get through difficult times in her life.

The other fans were interesting.  I feel so sad for the One Direction girl by the end of the documentary.

I am sure a film about boyband girl fans isn't for everyone, but I enjoyed it.   It is always nice to hear a first generation Beatles fan share her first-hand memories.


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Camera Shy


Worth the wait

Photo belongs to Carol Slegel


This is a lovely photo of Carol Slegel and Ringo in 1968.    Carol waited outside EMI to see if she could see a Beatle and as you can see, she nabbed Ringo and held on for a snapshot!    Is it just me, or does the scarf she has around her neck look similar to one that Ringo wears in 1969/1970?

Trying to blend in?



Can anyone make out who is performing on the stage? 

Back to work boys!




No sooner did all four Beatles get back from their holiday that they went right back to work -- giving interviews on May 30, 1964.

Wednesday, May 29, 2019

Waiting on a bus


Two Virgins autograph


More lost footage has been found!?!



Someone named David Chandler must not have been aware that Apple and a million others have been asking and asking if anyone had any video footage of the Beatles on the BBC in 1966 for the last 30 years.    Well, David, it is better late than never!    He recorded 92 seconds of the Beatles performing "Paperback Writer" on his 8mm hand-cranked camera back in 1966. The footage sat in his attic until the recent discovery of earlier this year of someone else that had a short snippet of this footage. That jogged David's memory and sure enough -- he has footage too.

This is all really exciting! And it makes me once again wonder -- who else is sitting on rare Beatles footage and photographs and has forgotten about it all these years?

In the middle of a Beatle sandwich



We have seen some lucky fans on this site over the years, but this has to be one of the luckiest!   She is getting kissed by two Beatles at the same time!    (Maybe I am just jealous because it is my top two favorite Beatles).

She's not my girlfriend -- just my secretary






Did anyone believe the story that Ringo was trying to tell that went along with these photos that Maureen was his secretary and nothing more?   Maybe some would have believed it if these photos weren't published.  But come on --- no one snuggles up with their secretary like that unless something is going on romantically.

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Meeting John, Yoko and Kyoko and how it cost me a friend

A few days back I posted a story about Gail Renard, author of the book Give me a Chance and how she spent time with John and Yoko in Montreal at the Bed-in.    She was not there alone, and so here is the other side of the story by her companion, Thomas Schurmacher.     

This story can be found in the Montreal Gazette.   I am posting it here for historical and educational purposes since things often disappear from online newspaper sites.   


(all photos from Thomas Schurmacher)

Meeting John, Yoko and Kyoko and how it cost me a friend
By Thomas Schurmacher
May 27, 2019

When the Beatles came to Montreal in 1964, the date they chose for their matinée and evening concerts at the Montreal Forum coincided with Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. Needless to say I did not even have to ask my father if I could go; I knew it was totally out of the question. Besides, tickets were selling for the outrageously high price of $5.50. Not being able to see them live was a huge disappointment as I was such a dedicated Beatles fan. (I was beside myself when the upstart Dave Clark Five momentarily pushed the Fab Four out of number one spot on the Top 40.)
But five years later, I saw another chance to see at least one Beatle in person. One sticky, hot afternoon in late May 1969, I heard CFOX radio deejay Charles P. Rodney Chandler mention that John Lennon and Yoko Ono and her six-year-old daughter Kyoko were holed up in town having a Bed-In for Peace at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel. Wow! A Beatle in Montreal?  I never particularly liked Lennon’s long hair and I confess he was only my third favourite Beatle, but hey, he was a Beatle nonetheless. It would be fun to go downtown even to catch a glimpse of him, so I called my good friend Lilian to join me. She turned me down because she was too busy doing biology homework. Then I called my Northmount High classmate Gail. I was impressed with her because she used to write letters to the TV studios in California asking for the autographs of people like Carol Burnett and Tommy Smothers. We had worked together writing and even sold a couple of comedy scripts to the CBC radio show Funny You Should Say That.
Gail patiently explained to me there was no point in going downtown as we would never get anywhere near the guy. She predicted a scene with thousands of crazed fans held back by dozens of well-armed security guards. Undaunted, I insisted we give it a shot. I told her I had already gone to the trouble of forging a fake press pass and I even had a set of coloured crayons for Yoko’s daughter Kyoko.
“What do we do if we can’t get in?” Gail was still not convinced.
“We come home, but at least we can say we tried.”
It took me a full 15 minutes of waxing enthusiastic about what a magnificent addition a John Lennon autograph would be to her collection before Gail finally relented and agreed to come along.
We met on the 124 bus heading south on Victoria Ave. We transferred to the now-defunct 65 bus on Queen Mary Rd. and then it was just a brisk five-block walk to the Queen E.
Gail’s power to peer into the future was nil; I was the one who had it pegged. Not a single teenager in front of the hotel. Not one! Gail had been convinced that the lobby would be mobbed. Wrong again … not a single kid there either.
We made it to the bank of elevators and still not a teenybopper in sight.  No security guards. No one so much as gave us a second glance. Since we had heard on the radio that our prey was on the 17th floor, Gail — the amateur — wanted to push the 17 button. I   brushed her hand aside and pushed 18.  I am no fool. Two kids getting off on the bed-in floor? That would be too obvious even to the most dim-witted security guard.

Gail, Kyoko and  Thomas 
The two of us got off on the 18th floor and took the stairs down to the 17th. We peered to the left. Nothing. We peered to the right and noticed some commotion near Room 1742 which had some empty room service trays outside.
We rushed over and knocked on the door; two things happened simultaneously. One — a tall lumbering security guard appeared out of nowhere and had his hand on the back of my collar; and two — the door opened. Standing in the doorway were Yoko and her daughter, who looked like her “mini-me.”
“I am so sorry, madame, I don’t know how these two managed to get up here, but not to worry. I will throw them out right now.”
While this exchange was taking place, little Kyoko was eyeing the shiny box of crayons I had in my hand. She took the bait just in time.
“Can I have the crayons?”
“Not if we are being thrown out!” I said. Gail looked sheepish and said nothing.
Yoko — ever the peace lover — decided to chime in.
“No one will be thrown out. These are our friends. Please come in.”
We were not in the suite 30 seconds when she invited us to meet her husband. “Would you like to meet John? He is in the next room.”
We remained glued to the spot. Meet John? Meet a Beatle? A real Beatle? Did this woman know what she was saying? We both nodded and said yes at the same time. We met John Lennon, we talked to him — no one asked us to leave so we stayed. Not just for the day. For the entire week, they were here. I ordered Pouilly Fuissé white wine for Tommy Smothers; I saw visitors like Petula Clark, Timothy Leary, Dick Gregory and Li’l Abner cartoonist Al Capp.
It was great fun hanging out with all these notables, but the reason we were invited to stay was because I started to feel sorry for little Kyoko cooped up in a hotel room. She looked so sad. I knew she was the exact same age as my kid sister, Cynthia, and I mentioned this to Yoko.
“Perhaps we can take her to my house so she could play with my sister.”
Yoko thought this was a capital idea and off we went with Kyoko in hand. They did not ask us for ID; they did not take our phone numbers. They did not even know our names.



We stayed for an entire week as her unofficial babysitters. Gail and I would go to the hotel room to pick up Kyoko in the morning and bring her back in the evening. We went for lunch at my house. Mom served us chocolate milk and we played in the park across the street. No security … nothing. One afternoon, we took her on a calèche ride at Beaver Lake and I asked Kyoko to tell us about Uncle Paul. Gail told me to shut up or Kyoko would tell her mom about us asking personal questions and we would be turfed as babysitters.
When John and Yoko left town, one of their minions paid us $150 for babysitting and we were given an autographed album each; I was given an autographed picture. Gail departed with the handwritten lyrics to Give Peace a Chance, which had been left on the wineglass-strewn table after John, Yoko and a few dozen hangers-on had recorded the song in the hotel suite.
We left and that was that.  Gail moved to England where she carved out an impressive career writing for British television, writing some film scripts and winning a few BAFTA awards.
The two of us would keep in touch and meet whenever she came home to Montreal to see her parents. When I was in London, I stayed at her beautiful home in Putney.  One evening, we had dinner with her guests who just happened to be Mr. and Mrs. John Cleese. I have no recollection of our conversation. I only recall Gail telling me to behave myself and refrain from making any jokes about her.
Fast forward to 39 years later when something happened that ended our friendship …



In the spring of 2008, the kicker item on the CJAD noon hour radio newscast was the announcement that the handwritten lyrics to Give Peace a Chance were about to be sold at auction in London. I chatted about the sale with my program director.
“My luck. Gail and I spent an entire week together with John and Yoko at the Montreal Bed-In. She has the lyrics in Lennon’s handwriting and I have a glossy photo with a faded autograph. Oh well.”
“You know what? You are a sucker. You should sue her.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“You are a radio talk-show host. If you are not going to sue her, you should at least do a show on the subject and ask callers if you deserve a share of the proceeds. I guarantee you most of them will say yes. For heaven’s sake, if not for you, she would never have met the man.”
I did do a show about it and my boss was right about the caller reaction.
Later that afternoon, Gail and I chatted live on air. She said that after the lyrics were sold, not only would she treat me to a cappuccino, but she would even buy me a piece of cake as well. That was just fine with me. That is, until I made the mistake of having dinner with my friend Richard, a hard-nosed lawyer in the music industry.
“You should sue her, you know.”
“I don’t want to sue her. I got a photo — she got the lyrics. That’s life.”
“You don’t think you’re going to regret this later on? This whole amazing adventure was your idea in the first place and you are the one left out in the cold.”
“I will not regret it, Richard. Had I been meant to be the owner of the lyrics, I would have them. I don’t. Gail does. End of story.”
And so it went for the entire duration of the meal … until we got to the sorbet.
“This is such an obvious case of unjust enrichment. Both of you were babysitting Kyoko, right? Do you think that John and Yoko would have wanted her reward to be so much more valuable than yours? Of course not … I feel strongly about this; I am ready to handle this case for you pro bono. You don’t have to pay me a cent. I just think it is so grossly unfair.”
Against my better judgment, and owing in part to a double dry vodka martini with olives, I reluctantly agreed to have him look into it further.
Richard called officials at Christie’s auction house and told them the story. They listened intently and asked if I had any plans to contest the sale.
“Absolutely not. I will not claim the lyrics belong to me. While it is possible I may have some moral claim to part of the proceeds, I certainly have no legal claim. I also have no intention of preventing Gail from selling what belongs to her.”
Richard did not give up. After the lyrics were sold at auction to an unknown buyer for some 420,000 pounds or more than $800,000 Canadian, Richard wanted to ask the auction house to put a lien on the proceeds until we came to some kind of compromise. He was absolutely convinced that I was being ripped off.
“Richard, I am sure Gail is convinced she is entitled to 100 percent of the proceeds.”
“Why? I mean you were partners in the entire escapade. I did some research and saw both your names listed as the writers of the Beatles Monthly magazine bed-In article, Eight Days with John and Yoko.”
“Nonetheless, Richard, I am telling you to let it go. Leave it alone.”
After Gail sold the lyrics, she turned the whole incident into a second career. She wrote an entire book on our special week with not a single mention of me. Is that fair? That is for her to figure out.
There was a very important lesson for me to learn from all this — I made a mistake because I did not follow my original instincts to let it be. As a result, I have lost a longtime good pal. Gail even unfriended me on Facebook. But I do own a signed glossy photo with a small doodle by John Lennon. I also have the satisfaction that I managed to avoid a war over Give Peace a Chance.

All those Years ago

Photo from November 1980

Out with the dog


Stand on the bed for peace


Magical Time on the Beach

Photo owned by Ms. Sprason, (who is pictured facing the camera)

Monday, May 27, 2019

John and Yoko's Toronto Concert




In honor of Mal Evan's birthday today, I am going to share the story of John and Yoko's Toronto Concert as written by Mal for Beatle Book Monthly #76.


John and Yoko's Toronto Concert
By Mal Evans

I hadn't heard anything at all about the concert until the day before, Friday, September 12 (1969).  as everyone is always reminding me, the Beatles hadn't appeared on stage for over three years and personally, I missed all the excitement of their tours tremendously.  Just how much I was due to find out in the next 48 hours.

I had decided to drive up to Oxford to see the Iveys in action.  Apple had signed them up for records and publishing and Paul is producing the recordings which they are going to make for "the Magic Christian" film in which Ringo has an important part.

Then I overheard John saying that he had been asked to appear in a Rock & Roll show in Toronto.  Pausing only to grab a handful of leads in on hand, and a couple of dozen plectrums in the other I already had one foot out of the door waiting to go when John pointed out that he hadn't got anyone to go with him yet.

So the mad scramble started to get hold of the boys that John and Yoko had chosen to make up the Plastic Ono Band.  It didn't take long to get hold of Klaus Voorman, ex-Manfred Mann bass guitarist, and Alan White, ex-Alan Price drummer, and they both agreed immediately to join.

John particularly wanted Eric Clapton to make up the five-some.  But we couldn't get hold of him.  George's personal assistant, Terry Doran, had already tried Eric Clapton at home many times and got no answer, so, thinking that he must be either with friends or in one of the London clubs, he started telephoning every place and person who might be able to help him trace Eric.  He worked right through the night until finally, at 5:30 in the morning, he gave up and went to bed.

Our plane was due to take off a 10 am and by 9:30 most of John's party had arrived at the airport and clocked in.  Then John and Yoko phoned to tell us that it was all off because they hadn't been able to reach Eric.

Right then Terry rushed up and told us that Eric had finally surfaced and said that he would be able to make the trip.  Apparently, he had been in his house all the time.  He had gone to bed at 11 o'clock the previous night and just hadn't heard the telephone.  Fortunately, just before he got up the search, Terry Doran had sent a telegram to his house, which had been opened by Eric's gardener, who woke him up to tell him about the concert.

Eric couldn't make the airport for the earlier plane so we canceled our flight and re-booked on the 3:15pm.  Good job we did too because Terry Doran found out that he had left his passport at home. 

Everyone turned up on time for the 3:15 pm flight.  Everyone being John and Yoko, Eric Clapton, Alan White, Klaus Voorman, John and Yoko's assistant, Anthony Fawcett, Terry Doran and Jill, and Dan Richter, who had been busy putting all John and Yoko's recent activities onto film.  They were due to make a permanent record of the Toronto concert.

We had all asked for first class seats but there were only three available in the first class compartment so John, Yoko, and Eric sat up front and the rest of us settled in right at the back of the plane in seven seats which had been saved for us by the stewardesses -- a couple of really nice dollies.

That's when it hit me.  none of the people who were due to make the concert that night had ever played together before.  How on earth were they going to get a show lined up before they went on stage that same night.

John had obviously thought about it too because as soon as he and Eric had eaten a quick snack they walked down the aisle to the back of the plane to have their first rehearsal.  I don't know if you have ever tried rehearsing in the back seat of a Boeing 707 but it's quite a job.  The five people who were actually going to appear on stage -- that's John, Yoko, Eric, Allan and Klaus had to work out all the songs that they were going to perform and also run through them together.

A big bundle of sheet music had been delivered to London Airport in the morning in time for the first flight, and everyone played through all the numbers, pointing out the ones which they knew pretty well. 

Despite the tremendous difficulties, they did eventually manage to settle on eight numbers which would probably be okay -- provided that they got some more time to rehearse before they actually went on stage.  I just crossed my fingers and hoped it would be possible.  John and the others who were going to do all the work didn't seem very worried.  And on top of everything, of course, John, as I said before, hadn't appeared on stage for three long years, except for a live show at Cambridge with Yoko performing which was recorded as one of the highlights on their album "Life with the Lions."

With Yoko, John had a freedom and means to expand on many different directions, The Plastic Ono Band providing the perfect outlet for their individual and combined talents and releasing a blend of sound from stage or record player to suit everyone's aural or visual palate.

The show was billed as the Toronto Rock & Revival Show,   It was being put on by two Canadian promoters who had lined up as many of the top Rock & Roll stars of the sixties that they could find including Little Richard, Gene Vincent, Chuck Berry, Bo Diddley, and Jerry Lee Lewis.  Unfortunately, Jerry had to pull out at the last minute.  I personally was very sorry about his cancellation because he had stayed at the President Hotel with me in London during a tour he had in England and we had become good friends.

We had a bit difficulty getting through Customs because Yoko hadn't been vaccinated, but, finally, the Immigration boys let us through

The show was taking place in the Varcity Stadium.  The stage was a 12-foot dais in the middle of the pitch facing half of the arena which the audience would sit. 

Immediately we arrived at the stadium I began to feel all the tremendous excitement of the old touring days.  I don't know what it is but whenever the Beatles used to near a theatre or stadium, you could feel the tension and when the 20,000 audience in Toronto sensed that John was there, there was an incredible feeling of excitement in the air.  It was absolutely marvelous.  John felt it too, I'm sure.

But he and the others had other problems to worry about, and they quickly gathered together backstage and plugged all their guitars into one small amp and started running through the numbers they were going to perform.

Just imagine, that's John Lennon, Eric Clapton and Klaus Voorman all plugged into one small amp.  Some amp!

Actually, John was not feeling very well during these rehearsals.  He had been chasing around half the night and then there was the problem of whether Eric would be able to make it or not, and the plane trip and the difference in hours and also the excitement of the whole thing.  but he was determined to put on a good show.

I was really enjoying myself.  It was the first show I had roadied for three years and I was really loving every minute of plugging the amps in and setting them up on stage, making sure that everything was right.

Everyone wanted the show to go particularly well because Allen Klein, who had flown over, had organized for the whole of John's performance to be filmed.  This was on top of it being videotaped by Dan Richter.

Finally, at midnight, the compere, Kim Fowley, who is a well-known singer, producer, and songwriter in his own right, went on stage to announce the Plastic Ono Band.

He did a really great thing.  He had all the lights in the stadium turned right down and then asked everyone to strike a match.  It was a really unbelievable sight when thousands of little flickering lights suddenly shone all over the huge arena.

Then John, Yoko, Eric, Allan, and Klaus were on stage and lined up just like the old Beatles set-up.  Bass on the left, lead guitar next, then John on the right with the drummer behind.

Each guitarist had two big speakers, one on either side of the stage, and the sound was really fantastic right from the moment they began. 

But just before they launched into the first number, John said quickly into the mike, "We're going to do number we know, as we've never played together before."  That was all.  Just a brief word to put everyone in the picture.

And that's when it really hit me.  How were they going to make out?  I knew they were all great performers in their own right, but with only the two brief rehearsals they had during the earlier part of the day in ridiculous surroundings like the back of a plane and a dressing room, what would the performance be like?

But if I had any doubts, I was wrong, wrong wrong.   It was a fantastic show right from the first number, "Blue Suede Shoes" which took me straight back six years.  After "Shoes" they roared into "Money", "Dizzy Miss Lizzie" and "Yer Blues."

All the vocals, of course, were handled by John and when "Yer Blues" faded away he stuck his face close to the mike again and said before they  began their next number "Never done this number before-- best of luck" and then they launched into "Cold Turkey."  It's a number which John has only written recently.  It's never been properly recorded yet, so that's one for the future.  He does fantastic things with it.  It's a great song.  But finally, came John's last number "Give Peace a Chance."  Before he sang it, John said, "This is what we came for really, so sing along" and the audience did.  I think every one of the 20,000 people there must have joined in.  It was a wonderful sight because they all thrust their arms above their heads and swayed in time to the music.

Then John said, "Now Yoko is going to do her thing all over you."  Yoko had been inside a bag howling away during John's numbers.  She sang two songs, "Don't Worry Kyoko" and "Oh John (Let's Hope for Peace).

"Oh John" is the longest number and it's all feedback from guitars.  Just in case you don't know how it's done, if a guitar is placed near to the speaker of an amplifier so that the sound from the speaker makes the strings of the guitar vibrate, the vibration of the guitar strings then goes along through the circuit to the amp, which then makes the strings vibrate so creating a continuous circle of sound.

At the end of "Oh John" all the boys placed their guitars against the speakers of their amps and walked to the back of the stage because they had already started the feedback process, the sound continued while John, Klaus, Allan, and Eric grouped together and lit ciggies.  then I went on and led them off-stage.  Finally, I walked on again and switched off their amps one by one.

The whole show as recorded for a special album which should be out pretty soon and you will hear all this on the LP.  After that, the boys gave a ten-minute press conference.  When it was over we all piled into four big cards and drove for two hours to a huge estate owned by a Mr. Eaton, who is one of the richest men in Canada.  His son had actually picked us up after the show so that we could stay overnight at his house.

The next day we got into golf carts and went all over the estate.  It really is a wonderful country.  Miles and miles of trees, hills, lakes and green frogs.

We got all the plane back the next day.  No trouble at all for us at Customs with the exception of Eric Clapton who had to pay duty on a guitar.

Everyone else was so tired that we just wanted to sleep, but John is incredible sometimes and this was one of them.  He stayed up for the rest of the day doing Press interviews.

I think the whole show was really remarkable, particularly as I said before because the boys had never played together because.  I loved every minute of it.  I always remember turning around during the band's performance on stage and finding Gene Vincent next to me with tears rolling down his cheeks.  He was saying, "It's marvelous.  It's fantastic, man."

It's odd the things that stand out in your mind after a show like this.  I remember Little Richard standing backstage in a big cloak which I thought must be his stage gear.  But when he went out on stage to do his thing, he threw off the cloak and we all saw that his vest underneath was covered with little mirrors.

It was great to be back with a live audience.  although at one point I thought that I must be losing my touch because when I left the dressing room behind the stadium to get something from the cards, I was stopped by the security police who had thrown a cordon right around the big stage area.  They absolutely refused to let me back until I ended up shouting and insisting that if I didn't get back to put everything up on stage, the show couldn't take place.  Finally, they let me in saying kay but I wasn't going to be let out again.

My main thought while I was watching the show that although Klaus, Allan, and Eric were marvelous and the Plastic Ono Band really did get it together, everything would have been absolutely right for me if the line up could have been Paul, George and Ringo with John!




















Thinking of Cilla on her birthday


Back from Holiday





May 27, 1964:  Paul, Jane, Ringo, and Maureen return to London from their holiday.   Of course, there is a fan waiting for them with pen and paper in hand.