Wings over Holland
Beatles Unlimited
March/April 1976
Written by Henk Hager
Standing in the Hall
Excitement at “Beatles Unlimited” headquarters on Wednesday,
March 24: Paul McCartney and Wings were
expected from Germany at Schiphol airport near Amsterdam at 17.10 hours.
By car, we (Erik and Henk) went to the airport supplied with
photocameras, food, blankets, information sheets, and a pile of Beatles
Unlimited issues. At 16.30 hours we arrived
at Schiphol and immediately checked when and where Paul and Co would
arrive. The monitors showed that
Lufthansa flight 090 from Hamburg would indeed arrive at 17.10 hours.
The luggage would be transported on lane 1. We went to the doors near lane 1 and found
out they were locked. So it would be
possible that Paul would come through customs, walk to the right to get the
luggage, and walk back to the middle and come through the middle doors.
We noticed a small group of men standing in the hall, whom we
suspected to be people from the record company, but who later turned out to be
bodyguards for the group. There were
also six or seven drivers dressed in black standing in the arrival hall who
seemed to match the black eight-seat Mercedes limousines.
With some attentive listening and some sneaky questions, we
found out that they were the drivers of the Wings company, ready to take the
group to the Amtel Hotel at Amsterdam.
They had not agreed yet as far as the fastest way to the hotel.
What struck us was that there were no other fans to welcome
Paul. The Dutch Beatles Fan Club Group
had directed its members to the Amstel Hotel as they thought they would get the
closest look at the group there.
AT 17.06 hours the monitors stated that flight 090 from Hamburg
had landed. It would not take about 15
minutes for Paul and Co to get from the plane, through the customs, to the
arrival hall.
At 17.20 we saw a large group of people coming through the
customs, steeped in the light of the group we could see Paul, Linda at his
side. Paul was wearing jeans, a fur coat, and violet sunglasses and as expected he walked to luggage lane 1 and then
walked back to the middle doors. A group
excited air-hostess grouped in front of the doors with flowers. Reporters walked to the doors with cameras
ready.
That I would be Around to See It All Come True
While Erik went to the right side of the doors, I waited a
couple of steps from the doors on the left side. The door opened and the group of people
(Paul, Linda, children, Jimmy, Joe other members of the Wings-party, reporters, and people from the record company) came out.
“Smile Joe!” I said and Joe waved toward the camera. “Hey,
we got a fan here!” I heard someone say
behind me. It was the diminutive Jimmy
McCulloch, who had walked in front of Joe, but being so small had walked
underneath my camera. “Hi Jimmy!” I
said. I took some pictures of Paul and
Linda, who suddenly stopped walking and went back through the doors, into the customs
hall.
It appeared they had to do a special entry from the film
cameras of Veronica, who are doing a special on Paul in May.
While they were doing this Jimmy and Joe were standing lost
and forgotten on the side, waiting for the Big Boss to get to the cars. I turned around and took another shot of
them.
Paul and Linda slowly walked outside and I was walking right
behind them as we walked through the sliding doors. Outside I quickly ran around the party and
took a pic of Paul as he got into the car.
I tried to get some other shots but didn’t get much of a chance. I had to run to Erik’s car to keep in touch with
the large Mercedes Paul and Linda were in.
Band On The Run
Erik drove the car from the parking meters in front of the
car the group was in. We suddenly
realized Denny Laine was not in that car and neither of us had seen him. We drove from the airport to the motorway to
Amsterdam. I opened the sunshine roof of
the car and took some shots of the Mercedes driving about 200 metres behind us. When we got to the Motorway our fear that the
limousine would appear too fast for Erik’s little Daf seemed to come true, for
hardly had we taken the way to Amsterdam when the Mercedes started overtaking
us, despite a 100 kilometers speed limit in Holland. Erik quickly opened the window at his side
and took a picture of the car as it passed by.
To our surprise, this piccy turned out quite nice, for you can see Paul
is smiling at us.
The Mercedes was surrounded by some other cars. The Radio Veronica film-team, a car from the
Cine-centre, a car with bodyguards, a car with people from the record company, and
a second Mercedes with a middle-aged gentleman, probably some high record
company executive.
To our relief the cars didn’t drive as fast as they did in
the first few kilometers, so we managed to keep in touch with the rest. Erik’s car even managed to get to 125 km,
which enabled us to overtake Paul’s car but quickly slowed down again in order
to let the black-eight-seater take the lead again. For, the group was going to the Amstel Hotel,
and we didn’t know which way they were going to take through Amsterdam, and we
didn’t want to take the risk of getting stuck in the middle of the peak hour.
So, when we left the motorway near the Olympic Stadium in Amsterdam,
we were quite close to THE car. The
drive through Amsterdam was quite exciting.
The driver of Paul’s car didn’t
mind the 50 km speed limit, and neither did he take many notions of the red
traffic lights. We lost the car twice,
but so did some of the other cars following the group, and they seemed to know
which way the Mercedes was taking to the hotel.
Erik had the greatest trouble keeping up with the speed of the others,
but he kept in touch and managed to avoid a collision twice.
Near a road block, the car stopped for traffic lights and
Erik said, “Attention, we’re almost there!”
And indeed, just past the road block the car took a quick turn to the
right where a group of fans was waiting in front of the hotel. Erik stopped the car and I ran out to the
hotel.
I am Your Singer
“Hello, how are you,” shouted Paul, waving to the fans. I couldn’t get to his side of the car, so I
waited on the other side where Jimmy got out.
“Jimmy, one more picture please,” I said and he waved to the camera
again. Hardly anybody noticed him for everyone
was staring at Paul and Linda. Paul didn’t
give any autographs but quickly went into the hotel, leaving the group of
about 50 disappointed fans.
After a few minutes, I saw a man with a familiar face pushing
a yellow car, just 20 meters from the hotel.
It was Denny Laine, who had come in a second car with his wife and the
rest of the band. In the consternation
of Paul’s arrival, the people of the Cine-centre had left their car in the
middle of the street leading to the entrance of the hotel. Therefore, Denny’s car had to stop on the
corner, and they all had to walk the last few metres to the hotel. Denny was just fooling around a bit, pushing
the car, and when the fans noticed him, he was besieged by fans asking for
autographs.
Denny took his time giving autographs unlike Paul and the
others. Throughout Wings visit, it would
appear that Denny is enjoying his membership with Wings very much while
remaining as normal as you can expect.
Not the airs of a pop-star, but an ordinary nice singer in a rock n roll
band.
I Feel Like Letting Go
We left the hotel at about 18.45 to get something to eat and
when we got back at 19.30 the people that had been waiting there since Paul’s
arrival told us that Jimmy and Joe had left in the meantime in one of the limousines.
Paul’s bodyguard Koos had told us that Paul was planning to
go out for the night, probably to a concert.
The nightporter of the hotel told us that Paul would be leaving at about
eight. And at 19.50 hours, Paul, Linda, and Heather came out. The small group of
fans waited eagerly at the bottom of the stairs. I walked to the side to take a shot of the
three of them coming down the stairs, pushed, and….my flashlight didn’t
work!!! “Shit!” I said. “Ooooooh, shit, shame on you,” Paul and Linda
said. They gave some autographs and
left accompanied by Koos.
Destination: probably the Rory
Gallagher concert at the Jaap Eden Hall in Amsterdam. That is what at least what we thought at the
time. It turned out they went to see
Neil Young at the Ahoy Sports Palace in Rotterdam, where they were to play the
next night.
We went away again to have some coffee at Har van Fulpen’s
place discussing some Beatles matters. On
the way back we bought some bottles of Bols Old Genever (Dutch Gin) to give to
the group (Erik paid).
When we got back to the hotel the nightporter told us Denny
Laine had ordered a taxi. A few minutes later
Denny and his wife came out. I asked him
for an autograph, hoping Erik would take a good photo of the two of us. Alas, only Denny is in the picture, together
with my hand. They left by taxi, waving at
us.
Who’s that Coming Round That Corner
In the meantime, we were the only people waiting at the
hotel. It started raining so we went to
sit in the car for a while. At about
eleven o’clock, two girls arrived at the hotel.
They were carrying rucksacks and handbags and looked very worn out. They turned out to be Sheila from England and
Madeleine from the States. They were
following Wings on the entire European tour.
They had seen the two concerts in Copenhagen on Saturday and Sunday and
the Berlin gig on Tuesday. On Friday
they would be leaving for Paris to see the last concert on Saturday. They knew most people of the Wings company
and were able to tell some things about the other concerts.
We waited for some time keeping ourselves warm with some rum
(Erik had cola).
At last at a quarter past one Denny arrived by taxi looking
quite happy. I gave him a bottle of Bols
saying “We’ve got a present for you Denny.”
“Ah, genuine Bols, thank you very much,” he said. Then he signed the Wings ad on the back of
Beatles Unlimited issue 1: Thankx Hankx
for the Gin, Denny Laine.
Hardly had he finished his autograph when one of the black
limousines drove around the corner. I
left Denny standing there with my mag, leaving Erik to take the mag over. I rushed to the Daf to get another bottle of
Bols. By mistake, I took a bottle with a
damaged label, which we had planned to give to Jimmy or Joe (silly, but it’s
true).
This damaged label would help me to recognize the bottle
later on a picture of Paul on the cover of the Rolling Stone….no sorry,
Muziekkrant Oor. Paul and Linda (with
Heather) had gotten out of the car and walked to the entrance. I walked up to them and gave Paul the bottle
saying, “Hi Paul, we’ve bought you a present.”
“Hmmmm Bols, thank you!” “You’ll
share with Linda, won’t you?” “Hmmmm….” He
said signing the ad on the mag Erik had given to me in the meantime. He handed it over to Linda and started
talking to the two girls, “Hi foreign aliens, what are you doing here?”
Linda meanwhile signing the mag said, “Hey that’s from
Junior’s Farm, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I
said. “It’s from the ad from the Melody
Maker.” They went inside with Paul
saying “Goodnight.”
They talked in the lobby for a few minutes and then
went upstairs to their rooms. It must
have been room 14, 15, or 16 (that’s what the staff said), anyway, it was the
corner room on the street side, first floor.
The reason they came home so late from the concert which must have ended
somewhere around eleven, was that they went to dinner at the Dreyselhoek
Restaurant at Opmeer, somewhere between Amsterdam and Rotterdam.
Wino Junko Can’t Say No
At about two Brian Brolly (manager) arrived with Henry
Audier (Dutch EMI) and they told us Paul was already back (which we knew of
course). For the 3rd time that night, we
started a discussion with a waiter at the hotel, who couldn’t understand why we
waited at the hotel. WE waited when at last
Jimmy and Joe arrived at a quarter to three, together with some members of the
band and some girls who apparently were not in their company when they left.
Joe walked right up to the door, but I managed to give Jimmy
a bottle. “Well, that’s going to come in
very handy!” he said looking through his violet sunglasses (at a quarter to three
in the morning in the rain). He signed
the mag with the message “Best wishes Hank, Jimmy McCulloch” signing it right
through Linda’s autograph, but let’s not blame him, he seemed to be in a certain
state.
While Shelia and Madeleine talked to Thaddeus Richard we
went to the car to our “night accommodations” at Ja van de Bunt’s house. Joe’s bottle of Bols is still standing in our
office. “If you want it, here is, come
and get it.”
These "in the moment" articles are wonderful!!! Thank you so much for posting them.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you like like them too. This one is really long, so I am breaking it up into parts. This is the first day that they saw Paul, Linda and all of the 1976 Wings. I will get to part 2 as soon as I type it up.
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