The Night I Grabbed Paul McCartney
By Jackie Jones
Harrison-Lennon Followers fan club newsletter
November – December 1970
August 19, 1964, is a night that will always remain cherished
in my heart forever. For that was the
night I grabbed the man I love and was able to be close to him for at least a
few seconds. The man is Paul McCartney. Here in Harrison-Lennon Followers, I’ve decided
to share my beautiful moment with my fellow friends.
My friend Sylvia and I had front row seats at the Cow
Palace. The Righteous Brothers were in
the middle of their act, and had only two other songs to do, when the audience
become restless, causing unbearable tension throughout the Palace. Parts of the crowd started chanting “WE WANT
THE BEATLES! WE WANT THE BEATLES!” I could feel that the Righteous Brothers were
getting a bit irritated and as anxious to leave the stage as we were in wanting
them to. After they had left, there was
a 5-minute break. I told Sylvia that I
had made up my mind to get to Paul, even if I was kicked out in the
process. She told me I was crazy, that I
wouldn’t get anywhere near Paul, and to forget the whole thing. Me, being the stubborn Cancer that I am,
shook my head and said no. She then bet
me $10 that I wouldn’t get to him. I
didn’t argue, I just said, “Okay, wait and see.” I edged my way to the edge of the stage where
two cops were standing by the steps leading up to the stage, this sort of made
my hopes fail, but I was determined to try and reach Paul. I
just had to and that was there was to it.
It seemed like an eternity before the DJ said, “And here’s the group you’ve
been waiting for – The Beatles!” The
screaming was one continual roar that vibrated through the Cow Palace, making
it sound like a supersonic jet! Just
thousands of beautiful Beatle People showing their love for the lads from
Liverpool! Suddenly they ran on stage –
George, Rich, John, then Paul. I don’t
know how I did it, I just kept pushing towards the steps, fans were rushing towards
the stage in all directions and before Paul made the last step before he was
on stage, I grabbed him around the waist.
I couldn’t believe that I was holding him. I couldn’t believe it was happening to
me. All I could do was cry and say, “Paul,
I love you,” over and over again. Then I
did something I hadn’t planned. I kissed
his back before I was pulled from him. I
yelled one more time, “Paul, I love you!”
I’ll never forget the way he smiled at me that night. George pointed over at me and laughed. I was crying so hard and I couldn’t
stop! I thought I was going to get
kicked out for sure, but since I hadn’t fought with the “Bobbies” I was
directed back to my seat. All I did was
cry as Sylvia kept shaking me and saying “You actually grabbed him.” She was crying too.
I die inside every time I think I actually held him for
those precious seconds. It’s a dream I’d
like to relive all over again! I hope
those of you who are reading this enjoyed it as much as I did tell you my
wonderful experience!
Great story!
ReplyDeleteI touched his stomach once, in 1975 (or was it 76? 😁😁)