Showing posts with label Good Day Sunshine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Good Day Sunshine. Show all posts

Monday, January 9, 2023

How to Save a Thousand Dollars




 How to Save a Thousand Dollars

By Fred Velez

GoodDay Sunshine Summer 1987

 

On August 22nd of last year (1986), Paul and Linda were in New York to promote the “Press to Play” album.  Even though I 2as working just a few blocks away from Radio City Music Hall, I was unable to go.  However, a friend I know did get in and had his picture taken with Paul.  Later that evening, while reading the Rolling Stone cover story on McCartney, this friend called and said, “Fred, how would you like to meet Paul?”  Before you could say, “Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,” I was gone!

When I arrived at the recording studio Paul was at, there were about 15 other people waiting by the front entrance, with a long, black limo parked a short distance away.  Some 10 minutes after I arrived, out came Paul, Linda, and their publicist.  Paul was charming and polite and graciously signed as many autographs as possible.  Before leaving my house, I grabbed my Rolling Stone and “Broadstreet” book.  Paul was nice enough to sign them both.  I spoke to Linda for a bit, asking how the kids were.  She was very nice and friendly and appreciated the mention of her family.  She also signed my “Broadstreet” book.  Meeting her, I felt that all the unkind criticism about her was uncalled for.  I found Linda to be very kind and open (even though Paul was obviously getting the most attention).

 

When Paul finally got into the limousine and the doors all closed, everyone there got into their own little packs to compare autographs and photos while I stared at the darkened windows of the vehicle, just barely making out Paul’s features.  I gave him the old thumbs-up sign, and Paul then rolled down the window and said, “Goodnight.  Take care, everybody!”  Then the limo pulled out, and off went Paul and Linda into the night.

It wasn’t until I was riding the bus home with my prizes that it finally dawned on me.  My gosh – I just met Paul McCartney! I had to keep looking at the autographs to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

Now to the point of the article and the title.  At the same time, I was meeting Paul, my friend Molly was in England enjoying the GoodDay Sunshine annual U.K. Beatles tour, of which I was jealous because I didn’t have enough money to attend.  I was struck by the cosmic joke that Molly and other fans were spending a  bundle for this trip, and I was able to take a five-dollar taxi ride to meet Paul here at home.  (I gave Molly the signed Rolling Stone magazine as a ‘welcome home’ gift, for which she was grateful, to say the least).  I also learned a lesson from this experience.  If you stay home and save a thousand, you have a one in ten thousand chance of meeting a Beatle!

Tuesday, January 3, 2023

Ron DeMarino: Personal Luthier to John Lennon




In my attempts to get this site back to how I used to do things, I will try again to share reprints of old articles on Tuesdays.   I don’t know of often I will be able to do this because it is time-consuming to find an interesting article in my files that I haven’t shared before and to type the entire thing.   I am taking graduate-level classes to further my education, so I don’t have much extra time after work to accomplish this goal, but I will try.

 

Today I have an article from the Summer of 1987 issue of the GoodDay Sunshine fanzine.  

 

Ron DeMarino:  Personal Luthier to John Lennon

By Paul C. Cuccinello

GoodDay Sunshine  Summer 1987

 

Back in 1976, an article appeared in the magazine International Musicians and Recording World written by a gentleman named Ron DeMarino.  The reason this article was so memorable was because Ron, a guitar technician, had written about his experience in refinishing and repairing John Lennon’s first Rickenbacker guitar.  As a musician, guitar collector, and avid Beatles fan since 1964, anything involving the Beatles’ musical instruments has always intrigued me (as I’m sure it does many of you).  So, after all these years, it was a pleasant surprise to see an ad in a New York City music trade paper advertising the services of professional luthier Ron DeMarino.  I contacted Ron and went to visit him at his showroom in Copiague, Long Island.  What follows I the fascinating story of this man and his notable past.

 

Since 1965, Ron DeMarino has held a position in the music business that many of us could only dream about:  being a musical instrument consultant and guitar technician to rock and roll’s biggest stars, including John Lennon.

Starting out as a guitarist, Ron played with the famous Lester Lanin Orchestra for over fifteen years.  In fact, Ron has played at every presidential inaugural ball since John F. Kennedy.  During the mid-60s, Ron turned his talents to guitar repair and collecting musical instruments.  Ron was one of those individuals to have the foresight to begin collecting early Fender Strats and Gibson Les Pauls long before they would become today’s most valued vintage guitars.  It was his expertise in vintage guitars and amps that eventually led to his meeting John Lennon.

As a repairman and technician, Ron’s reputation for quality workmanship spread quickly to New York studio scene in the sixties and seventies.  Working out of a small shop in Long Island, Ron and his assistants would travel into Manhattan to meet with musicians in some of the city’s hottest recording studios.  There, he would discuss special modifications or repairs needed for various guitars, basses, and amplifiers.  This “networking” exposed Ron to musicians who were also interested in acquiring vintage guitars and amps.

Over the years, Ron worked with such rock stars as Jeff Beck, Steven Sills, Alice Cooper, and someone not known for his guitar playing – Stevie Wonder.  Stevie’s guitar was a 1965 Guild Starfire III- cherry red – which Ron refretted because, at times, arrangements for guitar repairs were handled by the star’s road managers or personal assistants.   However, the high point of Ron DeMarino’s career, no doubt, was when he became John Lennon’s personal guitar technician and consultant, a relationship that continued through most of the 70s. 

Ron’s long and intimate relationship with John began in 1971.  It was one of those “being at the right place at the right time” situations that eventually started the “beginning of a beautiful friendship.”  The scene took place at Manny’s Musical Instruments on West 48th Street in Manhattan.  John’s road manager, a fellow by the name of Claude, walked into the store and asked a salesman if they had any of Fender “tweed twin” amps.  Manny never really specialized in vintage or, at that time, “old” equipment and was not in a position to help.  Overhearing the conversation was Fred Smith, one of Ron’s assistants, who quickly turned to Claude and said that he worked for someone who had exactly what he was looking for!  At this point, Ron’s assistant Fred (who later became the bass player for the group Television) was unaware of who Claude was and why he wanted this particular amp.  The two exchanged phone numbers and departed.  A few days later, Ron received a call from Claude inquiring about the amps.  Ron’s response was that although Fender “tweed twins” were very rare, he did have six to select from, as well as dozens of other vintage amps.  “Do you need a 2-power tube tweed or a 4-power tube tweed?” is what Ron asked him.  Initially, Claude was a bit confused with the question but suggested a meeting take place.  Claude then added that he worked for John Lennon and that the amps were for John personally.  Ron was somewhat suspect about this revelation but was certainly proven wrong when only a few days later, Claude called again and asked if Ron wouldn’t mind coming to Manhattan to meet with John.

From that point on, Ron became John’s personal guitar tech and consultant.  He accompanied John from his Bank Street apartment in Greenwich Village to Butterfly Rehearsal Studio on West 10th Street; to the recording studio, the Record Plant.  Ron was also on stage overseeing John’s guitars at the One-to-One concert in 1972.  In fact, part of Ron’s memorabilia collection included the yellow hardhats and tambourines used by John and Yoko and the band.

Ron indicated that while John was very knowledgeable on the subject of guitars, he often called Ron in to evaluate the quality and integrity of a guitar John was interested in buying.  It seems there was always someone looking to sell something to John, and sometimes the guitars for sale were either deliberately or otherwise misrepresented.  On one occasion, John was rehearsing at Butterfly Studios when someone brought him a ’59 cherry-burst Les Paul to buy.  Ron was called in and instantly tagged the instrument as a clever but complete forgery.

Apart from his Beatles’ guitars, John’s collection was extensive.  It included a number of Martin acoustic guitars, a double-neck lap steel guitar, a true ’59 cherry sunburst Les Paul (sold to him by Ron), a Les Paul Custom Black Beauty with Alcino bar magnet pickups, plus, quite possibly his own favorite, a ’56 Les Paul Junior with a Charlie Christian pickup in the neck position which was installed by Ron.

Those of you who’ve admired John’s blond Epiphone Casino, as played in “Let it Be” should know that this guitar was originally sunburst in color as seen in the Tokyo concert film/Sgt. Pepper period.  The so-called “blond” Casino came about through John’s removing the sunburst finish and sanding the surface of the guitar down to the bare wood.  No lacquer, sealer, or tint was ever used to achieve the natural or “blond” effect.  Oftentimes, a customer would come to Ron looking for a blond Casino “just like John Lennon played,” but as Ron tells them, the guitar existed only through John’s handwork.   It’s possible that John’s decision to sand off the original finish was because he was bored with the spray-paint job he did to the back and neck of the instrument during the Sgt. Pepper period.

 

Ron’s next assignment was to have been extensive work on the Epiphone, including a proper refinishing.  Unfortunately, this never came to pass.

The most notable story Ron recounted was the work he did on John’s original Rickenbacker 325 with Bigsby vibrato.  Apparently, John wanted to very much begin using his beloved Rickenbacker once again, but the guitar had badly deteriorated over the years.  Ron was asked to breathe new life into it Ron’s analysis of the instrument was that the internal wiring had been badly tampered with, the gold pickguard was cracked and needed replacement, the Grover tuning machines needed to be replaced, and the black finish was chipped and faded.  Unknown to Ron was that this guitar was originally natural in color but painted black sometime after John’s first few trips to Hamburg.  Ron later was to comment that the black finish was certainly not a factory job.  Anyway, John asked Ron to refinish the guitar to a more natural color, but Ron, believing black was, in fact, the original color, recommended john stay with black to be historically correct.  Ron’s assumption here was understandable.  Most Beatles fans associate John with the black Rickenbacker as far back as the Ed Sullivan Show.  Strangely, John never disclosed to Ron that his Rickenbacker was originally black, as Ron surmised.  So Ron finally acquiesced and created a finish he described as honey brown.  John absolutely loved it! A new gold pickguard was actually made by Ron in his shop, a perfect copy including an almost perfect color to match.  John Hall, president of Rickenbacker Guitars, provided Ron with original pickup wiring diagrams, and tunes were released with an exact replacement set (Grover #98).  Ron used Fender 150 Regular gauge strings (.10-.38) in setting up the guitar.  When John first got hold of the guitar, John had a mixed set of round wound and flatwood strings on it.  Ron couldn’t recall what brand it was, and anyway, it probably wasn’t a standard set.  It is quite possible that John would, at some point, change to a heavier gauge string than the Fender 150s (since they tend to be a little too light for rhythm playing on a shorter scale neck, as the Rick 325 had).  It had been my contention that John used flatwood strings on his Rickenbacker in the early days of The Beatles.  Anyone out there have evidence to support me on this?

 

In an appreciation of a job well done, John gave Ron the original gold pickguard and the set of open-back Grover tuning keys that Ron had replaced.  Viewing these two pieces of Lennon/Beatle history is a true thrill.

I asked Ron his opinion of Rickenbacker’s new 325 V59 and 325 V63 reissues of the immortal Lennon guitars, and he indicated that while materials used on the originals were better, the overall workmanship on these guitars is quite good.

John Lennon’s relationship with Ron DeMarino went beyond guitars and amps.  Ron and his lovely wife Joann shared many personal moments with John and Yoko at home, in the studios, and over dinner.  Both Ron and Joann describe Yoko as a very warm and beautiful woman.  Conversations among the couples often centered around life in general, and Ron recalls a 3-hour conversation Joann had with John regarding John’s love for children.  Obviously, a strong business and personal bond existed between these two men.

 

 

 

Wednesday, October 5, 2022

That Day at Shea


 

If you have seen the Beatles at Shea TV Special of the 1965 concert, you have the beginning where they show the Beatles getting ready for the show in the dugout.   And you see John pick up a baby sweater and hold it up (see the screenshot I made above).    And if you are like me, you have thought, "why is John holding a baby sweater?  Why was there a baby sweater backstage to begin with?"   Well, Beatle friends, I discovered the answer to that question in a 1982 issue of the fanzine Good Day Sunshine.  Once again, one of the biggest Beatles mysteries has been discovered right here on MTBFR. 


That Day At Shea

By Patty Saksa

Good Day Sunshine

December 1982

 

As I was reading a past edition of Good Day Sunshine, I was reminded in “Beatle News and Other Interesting Views” that 17 years ago, on August 15th, I was part of THE concert at Shea Stadium.

That day dawned after weeks of anticipation.  As a 14-year-old girl, I thought the day would never come.  My friends and had saved our babysitting money to purchase our prized possessions – TICKETS – months before the show through Show Bus Tours.  What more could a Beatlemaniac ask for?

My friend Mary and I had decided that we would buy a present for Ringo and Maureen for their yet unborn first child and then somehow get it to him.  Again, we saved more babysitting money, and on August 12, 1965, we purchased an infant’s sweater set.  Having wrapped the present carefully in paper decorated with babies and flowers and with a letter included inside to Ringo, we held on to our gifts to go as the bus left Norwalk, Connecticut, at about 5 pm.

Beatlemaniacs of all ages were on that bus, singing songs and screaming as the bus converged with other Beatle buses onto the roadway to the home of the New York Mets.  As we drew near, someone spotted a helicopter, and immediately we hung out of the window, hoping that they would see us!  Our bus pulled in at 7:55 pm, and since the concert started at eight, a mad rush ensued to find our seats:  LOGE BOX – SECTION 7 – BOX 341B – SEAT 7.  Having located our seats (we agreed that although they were good, the seats at Forest Hills the year before were better), we tried to be patient as the music began.  From where we sat, we could see the dugout from where THEY would come!  On stage, Murry the K introduced his dancers, and then N.Y. DJ Scott Ross brought on King Curtis.

What? Isn’t that Mick, Keith, and Brian in the dugout?  There, look, Ringo just walked through followed by – oh my God – John!  Nobody was interested in what was going on on stage.  Mick started waving to the audience, and our screams drowned what music could be heard through the small speakers.

The WMCA radio Good Guys next introduced Cannibal and the Headhunters.  During their act, Mary and I decided to somehow get the present to Ringo.  Holding onto the gift, I told Mary and her younger sister Margie to just walk down to the dugout as if we belonged in that section – but we were separated.  There I stood at the dugout, present in hand, heart beating and knees shaking as policemen stood guard on top of the dugout – sentries to keep us from our Heroes.  Nervously, I asked one policeman to please give my present to Ringo.  He tried to tell me no one was in there (but I knew better).  I asked if he could give it to someone who could give it to Ringo, but again he said there was nothing he could do.  In tears, I screamed, “What am I supposed to do?  We spent all our money on this gift!”  Angrily, I threw the gift, and it landed on the field just outside the dugout.  Those around me cheered, and I floated on air, thinking I had come this close to meeting them.

We made it back to our seats just as Brenda Holloway and Sounds Inc performed.  Finally, the roadies brought their guitars on the stage, and screams rang through the stadium. Cousin Brucie then introduced Side Berstein, who introduced Ed Sullivan, who introduced The Beatles!  Alas, the rest is history preserved for prosperity in the film “The Beatles At Shea.”

Oh yes, our seater did make it to them!  In the film, John holds up the sweater!  Also, a few weeks later, I received a letter from a girl in Canada named Gloria, who found my letter in their room in Toronto.  We corresponded for a while – a treasured clipping from a Canadian paper forever captures John holding the sweater but unfortunately, through years and moves, her letters have disappeared.  However, the fond memories I have will never disappear.  Preserved in scrapbooks of used tickets, yellowing tape, and newspaper clippings of a time 17 years ago when I experienced that day at Shea. 

Tuesday, September 27, 2022

48 Hours



 

Do you remember the Paul McCartney special on the CBS television show 48 Hours?   I sure do!  It aired in 1990,  and I thought it was amazing.   I never thought I would ever get to see him in concert, so watching this special program was just fascinating to me.  I  thought the fan they highlighted was particularly interesting, and I wanted to be friends with her.    I located her story and how she got to meet Paul in person after the program aired.   


A long, winding road for McCartney Fan

On the Go with 48 Hours and Paul McCartney

By Joy Waugh – O’Donnell

Good Day Sunshine   #56

Summer 1990

 

After receiving a call from my friend Jay Geoppner, I really thought it would be a lot of fun to get a call from 48 Hours about a special they were planning to shoot about Paul’s upcoming tour.  Last August, my only concern then was to get tickets for all three concerts!  I received a call from an Associate Producer who asked me a lot of questions about Paul and The Beatles.  The next step was a few more interviews with her, a visit to our home, and a couple of additional interviews by the Producer, Rann Morrison.  After all this, I knew they were speaking to a lot of area fans, but I Was very flattered that they took the time to see me.

Then the fun began.  48 Hours called me on November 30 to ask me about my schedule for the weekend.  Well, I had a pretty full weekend coming up:  a trip to the hairdresser, some shopping before the concert, friends coming from three states to attend the concert, and 3 full days of Paul watching.  Sounds like a pretty full schedule, right?  Well, 48 Hours thought so too…

“That sounds just great, Joy.  We’ll start shooting on Saturday.  We’ll meet you at 2:15 on Saturday,” said Rann.  I spent the next two days very excited.  Imagine me on national television!  I thought it was all too good to be true!

Saturday, December 2, 2:15 pm:  Bob dropped me off at the mall, I got out of the car, and the cameras were rolling!  Can you imagine what it was like, walking through a major shopping mall 3 weeks before Christmas with a camera crew following you?  When people came up to me and asked who I was, I usually told them it was for a Paul McCartney special for television.  The first day was spent shopping, getting my hair cut, and in the evening, “casing” the hotel.  I saw Paul there in 1984 when he was in town for his Broad Street promotional Tour.  (Boy, it sure was easy back then.  I saw him all day!)

Sunday was the really big day.  Friends from all over came by to go to the opening night concert.  48 Hours were there, and they brought Victoria Corderi, their correspondent, to ask questions and take in all the madness.  I guess the funniest part of the afternoon was driving to the Rosemont Horizon with a cameraman holding on to the hood of my car.  There were a lot of puzzled motorists on the road that day!  As most of you know, the concert was absolutely fantastic!  Yes, even the cameras were rolling throughout the show, and as far as that goes, every night.

The next two days were spent on North Michigan Avenue in Chicago by day, the concerts at night.  48 Hours did a great job of capturing the important events of the day.  They caught the disappointments, the excitement, and the pure happiness of knowing that I was going to see Paul again, even if it wasn’t a face-to-face encounter.  One thing I think is very important about the 48 Hours filming.  Everything was spontaneous.  There was nothing planned or staged.  It probably was quite obvious, as I was standing on the corner by Paul’s hotel, crying because I knew my last chance for a wave or autograph was over.  It was a very personal moment for me, but looking back, I am glad I shared it with all the fans.  Before I knew I was chosen for 48 Hours, I told the producer, “I’m flattered to be considered, but take a bit of advice from someone who has ‘paid their dues.’  Make sure and pick someone who cares because WE can see right through that.  So, it came to the end of shooting on Tuesday night.  I tearfully said goodbye to Rann and the great camera crew.  The next day was a work day and back to reality.

 

January 25, 1990 - My husband Bob and I were told by 48 Hours that we may only be on for 1-2 minutes.  We watched the show that night alone, and kept seeing us over and over again!  What a surprise!  It’s really funny, as we actually stopped eating in restaurants for about 2 months.

Thursday, February 1st - Since I work for an advertising agency, Thursdays are always the busiest day of the week for me.  I got a call from a gentleman who said he was Paul’s publicist Paul wants to meet who?  Me!  He had seen 48 Hours and thought that I had gone to a lot of trouble.  What?  I’d been doing this for years, not just in Chicago but in London too.

On Friday, February 10, Bob and I flew to Worchester, Mass, to meet Paul.  Everything was at his expense, the airfare (first class, of course), the beautiful room at the Marriott hotel, and a limousine to the concert.   We were met at the airport by Paul’s publicist, Geoff, and a tour photographer, Phil.  There were so many people at the airport.  I told Bob, “Paul must be here!”  Then, when we walked through security, all these flashbulbs started going off.  The people were there to see us.

Our limo took us to our hotel, and after a quick hello to some Paul fans, we went up to our room.  We had a whole half hour to prepare for an interview at 4 pm with CBS Chicago.  Yeah, I was getting used to it.  At 5:00, we were driven to the Centrum just in time for the sound check.  It was really strange walking into an empty arena.  Then, there was Hamish, Robbie, Wix, and Chris Whitten all saying hello.  Stagehands and roadies we saw on 48 Hours were waving and saying hello.  As I was talking to the people for CBS, Bob says, “There he is!”  Paul jumped on stage, Linda took her place at the keyboards, and they were waving at us!

You know, the ride to the Centrum was really a wild one.  For years it was me on the other side of that limo.  I can’t even tell you what it was like to see the sea of faces and hands reaching out to the car.  Just to be polite, and of course, to keep the fans informed, I put the window down to assure them that Paul was definitely not inside our limo, just me and my husband Bob.

When I proceeded to lower the window, there was a great rush of Paul fans, and I yelled, “He’s not in here!  Honest!”  Seeing I was the “48 Hours fan,” they reached in the car and kept screaming, “Where’s Paul??”  I just replied, “I don’t know!  Honest!”

Well, back to the real good stuff – the soundcheck!  Can you imagine how it feels to sit in a large arena, just you, the maintenance and stage crews, and Paul’s band warming up?  Paul was great up there, even with no audience (well, except me).  He joked and smiled all the time while the band performed “Matchbox” and “C Moon.”  After each number, we clapped and showed our utmost appreciation.  The big moment then arrived!  He put his guitar down, came down the few steps from the stage, and there we were, face to face.  After saying, “I heard you were the star of the show!”  I just stared at him.  He said, “How ya doing?  I’ve heard a lot about you.”  I figured I may as well tell him the same thing since it was true.  After a kiss and a hug, I introduced Bob to him, and told him I felt that we were long departed family, and asked him, “Where have you been all these years?”  We gave him some gifts backstage and then we saw Linda.  She was very nice to me and gave Bob a kiss. Paul then told the television cameras that were following us that we were going to have some private moments, which we did.  It was really great meeting the family and being photographed with Paul.  After some conversation and an autograph session with him and Linda, Paul had a couple of interviews to do.  He gave me and Bob some treasured gifts, and we then went around to meet the rest of the band.  His publicist, Geoff was the greatest, he always made us feel at home and comfy.  Paul then gave us our tickets to the show.  Since we had VIP passes, we actually watched part of the concert behind the stage, which was a thrill beyond belief. 

What a thrill, what an honor.  Believe me, I’ve had a lot of f people tell me that they have been living their dreams through seeing this all happen to me.  I consider myself to be one of the luckiest fans in the world.  But each and every one of you were with me that day. 

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Racing to Meet George



This story is from the Autumn 1994 edition of Good Day Sunshine magazine #74.  It was written by Ann Stanton.  I discovered this race took place on April 10, 1994.


I had been feeling kind of depressed lately.  I needed lift, and boy, did I get one.   The story takes place at the Phoenix International Raceway Slick 50 200.  The driver's name is Emerson Fittipaldi.  My story begins like this:

It was around 1:45 on a Sunday afternoon and I had just gotten home from Mass.  My girlfriend Pat called and asked if I had read today's newspaper, as there was an article that said George Harrison was in town for this race (which I knew absolutely nothing about).  He had had dinner with Emerson Fittipaldi on Thursday night, and had been at the races with him on Saturday, and in the car with him and all.

I said, "Man, I wonder if he's there today?"  Well,l being the nut that I am I said, "Let's go on a Beatle hunt! Even though the races end at 4:00 we'll take a chance."

I jammed over and picked Pat and her daughter Allison up within 20 minutes, and we were off.  I did my own racing to get there (being about an hour's drive away).  We got down there around 3:15 and they weren't giving any discounts on tickets, even though it was going to end in less than an hour.  We weren't going to buy one, but then figured we had driven all the way down there, so let's take a chance.  We bought the cheapest tickets ($12) and went in.

We figured we weren't going to be sitting hillside, and luckily, being so late, no one checked our tickets, so we headed over to the VIP section.  We went as far as we could go, and sat on the end of the aisle, trying to see if we could spot George, since there were only about 53,000 people there.

I really don't know too much about racing (nothing actually), but what I saw of it was exciting.  It went on for about another half-hour and the winner was Fittipaldi, George's friend that he dined with on Thursday.

The people started leaving, but we went the opposite way, because if George was there, he'd be with his friend, right?   Quite a few people hung around the section where Fittlipaldi was being congratulated, and we were trying to look for George through the fence.

I was there, "Where is he?" and all of a sudden I spotted Olivia, so George couldn't be too far away.  Then I saw this guy walking, and I knew his walk -- don't ask me how.  It was HIM!  YES!  I yelled over to Pat to see if she spotted him, and this guy around me wondered who were were talking about.  We told him we came to find George Harrison and we knew nothing about car racing, which is something I probably shouldn't have said, being around race fans.  But he got a kick out of it.

I kept my eyes on George and tried to take some pictures, because I didn't think we'd see him after the award ceremony.  When it ended, the crowd started leaving, and George had put on a baseball cap.  I tried to follow his cap with my eyes, but with that crowd it wasn't easy to do.  I lost him.

And then the best bit of luck happened.  They opened up the gate and started letting people go down by the celebrities.  I thought for sure we would need a pass this time, but we were lucky again -- they weren't checking for passes.  So we followed the crowd, and I was determined to find George.  We just started walking fast, hitting every spot and direction possible.  I headed over to the left and saw a tent set up.  Again I saw Olivia first, and right at a little table was our own Georgie boy!  AAAAHHH!






They had the area roped off, so we couldn't get in there without a pass for sure.  We didn't even try.  I started to take some pictures, and I just kind of watched him and tried to hear him talk  Once in a while you could hear his great little Liverpudlian voice.

I continued to watch him and Olivia eat, and he had a few beers.  I waited a while to let him get a little loosened up.  We didn't want to bother hm too much, because most of the people there were more into racers, and I felt we were the only ones interested in George.  After a while I got up the nerve to take out my little Cloud 9 CD booklet that I brought along with me just in case.   I took it out and the next time he looked over our way he smiled.  I kind of just looked and twisted the book in my hand with my pen and mouthed, "Could you please sign my booklet?"  He find of laughed; I guess he was thinking about it.  In the meantime, people were taking his picture and talking to him.  He did give a few autographs to some of the people in there with passes, and I never thought he'd really do mine.  But I continued to wait until he finished his sandwich.

he was really starting to act silly -- he grabbed the flower pot off the table and held it over Olivia's head for some pictures.  He was really doing a lot of laughing.  More time went by, which was fine with me.  I was happy to just stand there and watch him.

He looked over again, and I held up my booklet.  This time he told his friend at the table.  He pointed at me and told him to get my booklet so he could sign it. I gave him my black Sharpie pen too, and hew as signing while I was mouthing, "Oh, my God!"  While he was signing, I noticed several couples at the table next to George.  They already had a picture with him and an autograph, because they were lucky enough to be in there.  One woman was goofing on me, saying "Look at that girl," because my face and mouth said just how  I was feeling, and I don't think George autographs too often.  I yelled over to her, "You don't understand, lady," and she kind of felt bad.  She said, "Oh no, I'm happy for you."

I continued to gaze back at George and took a few more pictures of him signing.  Then the film ran out -- darn it.  I yelled over to him, "Can you please sign it 'To Ann?'"   The guy brought it back over to me, and George smiled.  I yelled over, "Thanks so much, George!"   He did sign "To Ann."

I would have said he could keep the pen, but I watched him play with it for a while -- rolling it on his leg.  When he put it down, I  yelled over to the guy again for my pen, and he said, "Aaah, aren't you even going to let him keep it?"   I said, "Normally I would, but he touched it!"  He picked it up from the table and brought it over, and I thanked him and George again.

I wouldn't leave until George left.  He eventually stood up and was talking t some other guy.  I was wishing I had some film left.  He looked good.  He was wearing black dungarees, a while shirt, a white vest and two caps, one on top of the other.  A little while after that he did leave, and I was on Cloud 9 for the rest of the night.  Great!

Friday, February 21, 2014

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band on the road

Before there was the Beatles Love in Las Vegas, there was another Beatles music extravaganza that was sanctioned by Lennon and McCartney (but not by Harrison or Starkey) called "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band on the Road."    It played on Broadway for about 6 weeks at the Beacon theater.    It had very mixed reviews.  It seemed that people either loved it or hated it.   Mostly it seems that everyone loved the music and the performers, but the story line and the strange costuming is what was disliked. 

I am a big fan of Broadway musicals and I especially love the era of the "Rock Opera" and the boom of new musicals that hit the stage in the early 1970's, so this store of one of the original Broadway starring actors of the Sgt. Pepper play, B.G. Gibson was very interesting to me.     

There were several things that stood out in this piece:   I had no idea that Yoko Ono was at the premier of the musical the same night that John and May were there,  the club that the after party was held was the Hippopotamus and not the Rhinoceros, the mental image of O.J. Simpson and Ben Veereen dancing is almost too much for me to take, I didn't realize that Peter Brown was so heavily involved with this musical.

This article comes from the Autumn 1994 issue of the Good Day Sunshine fanzine.



Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band on the Road
(How a Beatle fan made it to Broadway on a Beatles Show!)
By B.G. Gibson

It was June of 1973 when I finished seven months of touring in the concert version of “Jesus Christ Superstar” in Toronto, Canada.  Having performed in the show on Broadway for the better part of a year prior to the tour, I was anxious for a new musical experience.  Fortunately for those in New York who were part of the rock musical theater/ concert scene in the late 1960’s/early 1970’s there were ample opportunities for employment.  “Jesus Christ Superstar” had firmly established the legitimacy of the rock opera on Broadway, more and more heavy rock groups were booking engagements at theatres and traditional venues like Carnegie Hall and contemporary musical works were being written specifically to those ends.

After a short period of rest and relaxation in my hometown of Trenton, New Jersey, I began making the rounds in New York City, reading the trade papers and making contacts to decide what my next audition might be.   I heard of an audition that would be held for an upcoming rock spectacular based on the music of John Lennon and Paul McCartney.  There was no question that that was the job I wanted.  I was a Beatles fanatic and had all their records and knew all their music backwards and forwards.  I couldn’t bear the thought that I could miss out on this once in a lifetime dream opportunity!

Well, I got my music ready and when audition day rolled around I hopped on the New York express train from Trenton ready to rock!  As I recall. There were quite a few singers at the audition (which I was used to by that time, but still not too happy about) and by the end of the day no one had heard anything definite about the casting of the show.  All I did learn was that the show was to be in the rock opera format comprised of Lennon/McCartney compositions from the Sgt. Pepper and Abbey Road albums.  So, in essence, my excitement peaked by my anxiety deepened.  As it turned out, callback auditions were scheduled and throughout the summer of 1973 the process of casting the Beatles spectacular continued until finally, in late August, I received word that I had been cast and that further details would be forthcoming!

To say that I was euphoric would have been a major understatement.  However, my euphoria was short lived.  Repeated calls to producer Robert Stigwood’s office in New York proved fruitless.  Either I couldn’t get through to someone “in the know”, or my calls were unreturned.  After what seemed like years of waiting.  I received a call from Peter Brown, president of the Stigwood Organization American Operations, who told me that due to unforeseen and continued litigation concerning rights and royalties, “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band on the Road” would be delayed indefinitely.  He said that all cast members would be notified as soon as the production schedule and rehearsal dates were firmed up.  What a roller coaster ride this had become in such a short time!  All things considered, except for periodic contacts with the Stigwood office, the future of “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band on the Road” was a mystery to me.  All I kept hearing was “Negotiations are still going on.  We’ll let you know when we know something definite.”  Or “Nothing new to report at this end, give us a ring in a couple of weeks.”  Meanwhile, I had used up a complete unemployment claim and had performed in two separate bus and truck tours of “Jesus Christ Superstar” all the while hoping to hear something definite and positive about “Sgt. Pepper.”  Rumors were always flying about what was happening with the show and it was beginning to be quite confusing, frustrating, and depressing.

In late September of 1974, I got a call from Richard “Cy” Denton, stage member of the “Pepper Company”, a little more than a year since my first audition for the show.  I was told that rehearsals would be starting in early October.  Specific details would follow.  Elation immediately took over when I learned that official rehearsals for the John Lennon/Paul McCartney rock spectacular would commence at 10am on Monday, October 7, 1974 at the Ukrainian National Hall, Greenwich Village, New York City, New York.

If I hadn’t worn groove through my Sgt. Pepper album by this time, I certainly finished it off during the weekend prior to the first day of rehearsal.

Throughout the 12 month waiting period we all endured, I heard about the other cast members.  I was already acquainted with some and other would soon become new friends and colleagues.   When I think back to the very early days in “Sgt. Pepper”, I remember it as one of the most exciting, positive times I’ve had. 

On the first day of rehearsal, the cast gathered and was introduced to one another and things were brought to order by Tom O’Horgan, our director.  O’Horgan’s directorial achievements include:   Hair, Jesus Christ Superstar, Lenny, Inner City, The Leaf People, Dude, the Conjuror and many pieces for film and television in America and Europe.  Man of the cast had worked under Tom’s direction in the past.  He is the ultimate professional, teacher, and inspiration.  I was honored to be working with him again.  During my tenure in “Jesus Christ Superstar” on Broadway, while I was finishing up my senior year of college by day and commuting to New York to do the show at night, Tom showed continued interest in my studies and added valuable insight for me.  That’s Tom.  He always had time to share.  To this day, I am grateful for the influence he has had on my life.
As The Pepper Company, we sat together on that first day of rehearsal and Tom welcomed us.  He gave us a quick synopsis of what had been going on with the production for the past year.   Among other things, royalty rates and percentages had to be negotiated and agreed upon by Robert Stigwood and John and Paul.  The owners of the Bushnell Theatre in Hartford, Connecticut, and the owners of the Beacon Theatre in New York City had to come to terms with the producer concerning prices, concessions, and length of run.  And a wide-spread national tour had to be, at least, partially put together before rehearsals could begin.  The unpredictable schedules and varied commitments of John Lennon and Paul McCartney were responsible for many of the delays, a fact that is easily understandable.  We all appreciated that some of our questions had been answered, but, for me, quite frankly, just knowing that rehearsals were finally underway and that I was part of this great experience made up for all of the frustrations and disappointments I  may have encountered along the way. 

Tom turned the discussion to the business at hand and talked us all through his conception of “Sgt. Pepper.”  It sounded like the typical extravaganza in true O’Horgan tradition:  “Sgt. Pepper” begins with a presentation of the “one and only Billy Shears” who needs “somebody to love.”  To his rescue comes Maxwell’s Silver Hammermen:  Jack, Claw and Sledge, who are only too willing to help as long as the price is right.  In an effort to totally control Billy, the Hammermen utilize a pair of magic spectacles to lead him into the decadent life of sleazy dreams and the super hype of illusion.  Billy Shears, however, repeatedly rejects their advances and each time he does the hammermen reclaim the magic spectacles, withdraw the enticing fantasy, and leave Billy all alone to contemplate the “Nowhere man” that he has become.  Finally, in a last ditch effort to win him over, the Hammermen reveal Strawberry Fields, a pretty young girl who is in their power and who Billy takes  a liking to right away. The happiness of Billy Shears and Strawberry Fields being evident, the Hammermen waste no time in exploiting Billy and turning him into a big star.  Caught up in a whirlwind of his own sudden self-importance, Billy takes off in his career with reckless abandon, promptly forgetting Strawberry Fields.  Jack, Claw and Sledge Hammer, anxious to seize the moment and make Billy one of them, devise an appropriate initiation ceremony for him.  With success within their grasp, there is a sudden, unexpected turn of events, leaving Billy to learn that “the love you take is equal to the love you make.”

Although none of us knew how any of this would work out theatrically or musically, our enthusiasm was high.  As a matter of fact, the more impossible it seemed, the more I was anxious to do it.  Musical scores were distributed, and we all sat around the piano and sang through the show.
This is what a chronological list of musical numbers looked like:
Act I
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
With a Little Help from my Friends
Nowhere Man
With a Little Help from my Friends (reprise)
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
I Want You
Come Together
Nowhere Man
Sun Queen
Lovely Rita
Polythene Pam
She Came in Through the Bathroom Window
You Never Give Me your Money
Lovely Rita (reprise)
Her Majesty
A Day in the Life
She’s Leaving Home
Strawberry Fields Forever
Getting Better

Act II
Because
When I’m Sixty-Four
Because (reprise)
Good Morning, Good Morning
Being for the Benefit for Mr. Kite
Oh! Darling
Fixing a Hole
Oh! Darling (Reprise)
Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite
Mean Mr. Mustard
Maxwell’s Silver Hammer
Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite
Carry that Weight
Golden Slumbers
Carry that Weight (Reprise)
The Long and Winding Road
Get Back
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
The End

The energy was so high during the first sing-through of the show that it was incredible!  It was such a magical time that it seemed to me as if everyone knew the score perfectly and we were ready to put on the show that very night.  Of course, my adrenaline level had a lot to do with that observation, but nonetheless it was the beginning of a very special chapter in my life and I knew it was only going to get better.  A real thrill for me personally was the realization that the way the music had been arranged, the Hammermen were largely responsible for singing the Beatle harmonies just as they were originally recorded.  So, being “Claw Hammer” the tenor of the group, I got to sing most of Paul McCartney’s parts throughout the show!  What more could I ask for?

B.G. and the other Hammermen

It was also interesting to see that couple of songs from the Let it Be album had been included.  After a year of involuntary hiatus, the excitement was building fast and furious from day one!  After lunch break, Tom staged as many scenes as time would allow and at 6 p.m. the first day of “Sgt. Pepper” rehearsals came to an end.

The train ride back to Trenton that night was like floating on air.  I was tired and hungry and filled with the satisfaction of work well done and the exciting anticipation of the days and events yet to come.  After just one day, I was thoroughly convinced that it had been well worth the wait, and I had renewed pride in my convection to stick with the Beatles through it all!

As rehearsals progressed one day was more phenomenal than the next.  I loved every second of it!  Tom directed with his usual brilliance and incorporated many of the little amusing and pertinent “bits” that we tried out for him during the course of blocking the show.  Certain ideas and conceptions that Tom laid out of us at the beginning of any particular segment of rehearsal would frequently grow and evolve into something even more fantastic or bizarre as the cast went with their gut reactions and tendencies based upon where the music and theatrics were taking them.  We would find ourselves in a different place than where we started out to be and, usually the result was so right that Tom would revamp his original premise to fit what had happened.

To my elation, the Hammermen were required to be onstage for about 85% of the sum total of the show.  And the large majority of our stage “business”, singing and non-singing was to be done in perfect cadence with one another, sort of loosely choreographed or street-synchronized. (Tom was a master at taking street reality and putting it, seemingly untouched, on the stage).

It was said somewhere along the way that the Hammermen were rock’s version of the Marx Brothers.  Bill Parry (Sledge,) Allan Nicholls (Jack) and I were virtually inseparable from the first day of rehearsal.  Our mutual admiration for the Beatles was understood and it was suggested at the outset that we spend considerable time together in an effort to more effectively develop our group characters.  As it happened, this suggestion was hardly necessary.  WE spent most every rehearsal day together, even staying at the rehearsal hall most days when the rest of the cast took their lunch break so we could toss around a baseball or football, or experiment with our “Hammer Harmonies” or other songs around the piano.  The energy among us was natural and incredibly high.

With the Broadway opening of “Hair,” Tom O’Horgan was the originator of the use of hand-held microphones for advanced sound production in American Theatre.  For Sgt. Pepper, hand-held microphones were also used and although the sound was sensational, the implementation of hand-held microphones brought with it a necessary evil which came to be known as “mike traffic”   “Mike traffic” is not too difficult to understand. Each microphone is connected by a cable to a sound soloists throughout the show must share microphones.  In trading off the microphones, the actors must be aware that the cables don’t get crossed or knotted and cause disaster onstage.  To avoid such disaster, entire segments of rehearsals were devoted to “mike traffic,” the careful passing of microphones over and under appropriate cables to eliminate dangerous stage obstruction.  Literally hours at a time were spent this way; no singing, no staging, just meticulous microphone handling with special attention to the position and condition of cable wires.  In rehearsal, where no sound equipment was set up, we used cut-off broom handles for microphones which were tied to clotheslines.   This worked perfectly, as clotheslines proved to be just as difficult to deal with as cable wire.  On this particular day of rehearsal, we had worked the first half of the day on Acts I and II, stopping often to clean up scenes which weren’t just what Tom wanted.  This type of rehearsing is particularly trying, as it causes you to constantly break concentration and energy and start up again and again. 

Rehearsals had been in progress a couple of weeks now and I was always in anticipation of seeing someone wildly famous shows up like—you know who!  My expectations were supported just a few days later when I was surprised to see Elliot Gould sitting the audience section of the hall watching rehearsal in progress.  Elliot Gould was a friend of Tom O’Horgan’s and stopped by to say hi and observe the goings on.

Well on this day, we finished touching up Acts I and II and broke for lunch.  The Hammermen stayed behind, as usual, and had lunch while playing kick-soccer with a balloon, confined to three wooden chairs!  Just one of the zany ways we had of relaxing.  The cast reassembled after lunch and Director O’Horgan called for Act I “mike traffic” rehearsal.  That’s show biz!  So, we began the tedious procedure form the top of the show and worked out way through most  of the act, weaving broom handles through yards of clotheslines, trying to work it to perfection so that Tom would be satisfied and so that “mike traffic” rehearsal might decrease in frequency in the future.  After about an hour, the stage manager called for a ten minute break and every broom handle in the building hit the floor.  Bill Parry and I headed for a couple of folding chairs, out of break and perspiring after what was proving to be a somewhat frustrating day.  I leaned back in my chair as Bill leaned forward to retie his sneaks.  I glanced in the direction of the doorway leading into the rehearsal area.  A small group of people were making their way into the room.  As I remember, there were three men and a woman.  Bill and I, meanwhile, were discussing the progress of the rehearsal and how we had both seen better days.  Again I glanced at the four visitors heading our way.

“Hey, Bill,” I stated casually, “this guy looks something like Lennon.  What d’ya think?”  Bill looked up for a moment and said nothing, then went back to adjusting his knee pads.

Almost shocking myself with what I had just said and what I was seeing, I looked again.  The tallest of the three men was bespectacled and wore a floppy hat, and a diminutive oriental woman walked beside him.  They were rapidly advancing and I nudged Bill in the shoulder with my arm.  With urgency in y voice, I whispered in the direction of his head, my eyes glued to this mysterious visitor, “Bill!  This guy REALLY looks like Lennon!”

Ever in control and world-class guy, Bill finally answered back, “Well of course it is, B.G..  What do you need, a written invitation for proof?”

I was totally awestruck.  I’m sure Tom introduced john to the cast, but I really don’t remember any of that.  I was definitely in some type of number state.  Thinking back now, the next think I remember is rehearsing from the top of Act II while John Lennon sat and watched!  I guess Act II rehearsal went really well.  I had all I could do to keep from gawking in John’s direction like the world’s biggest Beatlemaniac the entire time.  What I do remember and shall never forget for as long as I breathe is being introduced to John by Peter Brown in the company of Tom O’Horgan, Bill Parry, and Allan Nicholls at the end of that day’s rehearsal.  He didn’t say much to anyone but he did say to the Hammermen as a group that he enjoyed our harmonies!   To make the best day of my career absolutely perfect, the Hammermen got to pose with John Lennon for a picture!  Again my mind blanks at this point and resumes on the Amtrak Trenton local somewhere outside of New York, hurling darkly through the vast industrial wasteland of New Jersey.  I can recall thinking that if the train suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth, it would be o.k.  It was if my entire life had come full circle on that very day.  Also, John’s companion, who I was later introduced to, was May Pang.  I was to learn that this was a period of separation for John and Yoko and that his steady partner through it all was Ms. Pang.  But the only thing that mattered to me as I traveled back to the town where I heard my first Beatle songs and bought my first Beatle record was that I had met John Lennon!



Lennon was the high point for everyone in the cast as we all buzzed with excitement for at least a week after his visit.  Adding to the excitement was the need to be ready for the world premiere of “Sgt. Pepper” at the Bushnell Theatre in Hartford.  Wrapping up rehearsals at the Ukrainian National Hall, Tom got us ready for our first performance before a live audience.  The bus ride to Hartford from New York City was a magical mystery tour in itself for the cast.  Spirits were never higher as we checked into the Hartford Hilton and headed to the theatre to rehearse.  With our first performance only days away, we had only a couple of rehearsals with lights, sets, costumes, props, and make-up to be ready.  This was an awesome task considering the types of special effects Tom had employed:  there were the helium-filled weather balloons, which projections bounced off of while the Hammermen rotated them out over the audience in slow motion.  There were the hundreds of pink Styrofoam Frisbees which the cast hurled into the audience at the end of Act I.  There was a 30-foot Lucille Ball look-alike Statue of Liberty which was moved onto center stage to reveal “Polythene Pam.”  There were the “Hammer Headdresses” that the Hammermen wore in Act II.  There were the giant grandma and grandpa puppets who danced to “When I’m Sixty-Four.”  There were the super life-sized busts of Mick Jagger and David Cassidy, the huge wristwatch and hand, the smiling lips and teeth, and the larger-than-life octopus.  There was also a Mylar confetti shower to be timed with “The End.”  Adding to all this was the announcement by the City Council of Hartford that the Saturday of the world premier weekend had been declared “Sgt. Pepper Day” in honor of the Beatles and the show!

Bushnell Park, across from the Bushnell Theatre, was the site of “Sgt. Pepper Day,” replete with games, music, balloons, and general celebration of the Beatles.  It was quite informal, peaceful, and very enjoyable and relaxing.  Glaringly missing from the day’s events was any hype of the show’s opening or ticket information.  “Sgt. Pepper” had been completely sold out in Hartford long before the cast had even boarded the bus in New York City. 

As a member of the cast, I would say that the world premiere of “Sgt. Pepper” went much as expected.  A sell-out, standing room only crowd cheered, whistled, and stomped through the production, although the reality of performance indicated to all of us that we still needed work on problem areas and unforeseen spots, which only performance experience could make us aware of.  Fortunately, the production schedule allowed for this happenstance and we left Hartford to “set up shop” in Beacon Theatre on 74th and Broadway for several days of rehearsal prior to the New York opening.


Using the Harford premiere as a guideline, Tom O’Horgan rectified problem areas and began to customize the show to the Beacon Theatre stage, which was to be our home for a while.
Hard work, long hours, and opening night was at hand.   The Beacon Theatre had a seating capacity of almost 2600 seats, which is roughly 1000 seats more than most other Broadway houses and is one of the major reasons the Beacon was selected as the site of the show.  Major crowds of people were expected.  On the day of opening night, the cast was to arrive early for a sound check.  The first thing to greet the Hammermen as we walked into our shared dressed room were three bouquets of flowers, three bottles of Dom Perignon, and cards which read, “Best wishes, Paul and Linda McCartney.”  Serious jitters and stage fright like I’ve never known before began for me right then and there.  The countdown to the opening night curtain continued.  Half-hour was called by the stage manager and we climbed into our costumes and dabbed on our make-up.  I pulled the all-time theatrical no-no by sneaking into the wings and peering out into the audience like an excited kid at midnight on Christmas Eve.  There was tom O’Horgan, the father magician, in top hat and tails, and from the back of the auditorium Yoko Ono emerged and paraded down the aisle to her seat.





“It was twenty years ago today…”   The opening chords of “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” rang out into the darkened theatre and an immediate roar went up from the crowd.  As the curtains parted and the Hammermen high-stepped out onto the open stage, the audience gave us a standing ovation!  Front row center were Johnny and Edgar Winter.  A few rows behind them Carol Channing could be seen.  Farther back in the orchestra section to the right was Alice Cooper.  And of course, John Lennon was out there somewhere, too!  Every new Beatle song prompted a standing ovation from the wildly enthusiastic opening night fans.  It seemed as if we were playing to a mob of adoring Beatlemaniacs!  The cast gave a greatly received opening night performance and when it was over, we all changed into our best regalia to attend our opening night party at a club called “Rhinoceros.”


The scene at “Rhinoceros” was another example of mass hysteria we had all witnessed at the Beacon Theatre.  Security was tight and just getting in the door took about 20 minutes!  Andy Warhol sat in a corner of the room, characteristically calm and passive.  Rod Stewart, Sally Kellerman, and Andy Williams drank with friends and admirers at the bar.  O.J. Simpson and Ben Vereen were moving on the dance floor.  Howard Duff, Art Garfunkel, Desi Arnaz Jr., Polly Bergen, Dave Loggins, and Mackenzie Phillips all chatted with members of the cast.  To me, this was like being in the show biz hall of fame!  As the party progressed into the night, I rubbed elbows with Robert Hegyes, Andy Kaufman, Laraine Newman, Davy Jones and film direction Robert Altman.  It was an ongoing, escalating high with culminated, for me, when the Hammermen approached John Lennon at an opportune moment and I kiddingly asked him, “Tell me, John, is there any truth to the rumor that the Beatles will be getting back together?”  John looked at the three of us and said, “As far as I’m concerned, the Beatles were reunited up there on stage tonight.”  Seizing the moment, I got the cast photographer to take a picture of John and myself and a couple of party-goers.  Then was back into the opening night celebration, meeting new friends like celebrities Frankie Valli, Meatloaf, Wood Allen and Vicki Sue Robinson.  It was in the wee hours of the morning when the party finally spilled out into the streets of New York City, leaving the cast of Sgt. Pepper to recreate the Beatle magic night after night.

“Sgt. Pepper” continued to play to packed houses of enthusiastic crowds, and celebrity visitors kept dropping by to wish us well.  Beverly D’Angelo, Karen Carpenter, Daryl Hall and John Oates, and John Kennedy Jr. (replete with a squad of Secret Service agents) all made appearances at one time or another.  Before a particular Sunday matinee in December, stage manager Dick Denton visited our dressing room to announce yet more celebrity visitors. 

“Gentlemen,” he said, “I’m here to inform you that Paul and Linda McCartney will be in the audience of today’s performance.”

Excitement and anxiety began to well up inside me, very reminiscent of opening night.  I knew it wasn’t professional behavior but I couldn’t help but search the audience for a glimpse of Paul.  I had been tipped off that he was sitting on the aisle somewhere in the middle of the orchestra section. I finally did spot him.  The stage lights washed out into the house and the row that Paul was sitting in was just about the last row visible through the illumination.  Beatlemania again took me over, but with it came a pang of paranoia.  I had a solo to sing near the end of Act I:  “she’s Leaving Home,” and out in the house on this particular day was the man who originally co-wrote and sang it!  During the slow motion sequence at the end of “A Day in the Life,” Allan (Jack Hammer) handed me the microphone and realizing my nervousness, smiled and whispered, “Good luck!”  Thanks Allan.  Well, I got through “She’s Leaving Home” and we all got through that Sunday’s performance.  Meanwhile, this Hammerman was ready to meet Paul!


My meeting Paul took place on the set of “Sgt. Pepper” after the final curtain had come down and the audience had cleared the theatre.  Paul looked natty in a three piece English suit, and was accompanied by Linda and their two daughters.   Peter Brown was on hand to do the introductions all around.  When Peter introduced us he said, “Paul, this is B.G. Gibson.”  As we shook hands, Paul smiled and said, “Too much, B.G!”  It was really like a family affair, with pictures being snapped here and there, Paul chatting with members of the Pepper Company, and Linda and the girls smiling about the set.  Before too long, some posed photos were organized and the Hammermen prepared for the camera.  When it was our turn, Paul, Linda and the Hammermen smiled and said “cheese” and it was over.  Paul said, “I’ll take a dozen ten by eights.” And we all had a laugh.  Another very satisfying trip back to Trenton that evening made me very proud indeed.  Having met John Lennon and Paul McCartney—could George and Ringo be far behind?

“Sgt. Pepper” was still going strong, when, during his current concert tour Elton John was joined onstage at Madison Square Garden by John Lennon.  Elton had released his cover version of “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” to coincide with the opening of the show, and on the night of the Madison Square Garden concert, “The Pepper Company” received word that we had been invited to Elton John’s opening night party at the hotel Pierre in Manhattan.  After the show that night, the Hammermen headed straight for the Hotel Pierre.  When we arrived, John Lennon was heading straight toward us and one of the cast members asked where we should go.  “Go right on in,” John quipped, “they’re all waiting for you in there!”  Meanwhile, I ducked into the men’s room and, moments later, in came John Lennon!  He used the stall next to the one I was using.  John and I were really becoming close friends. 

The Hammermen made their way into the main ballroom and beheld the Larry Elgart Orchestra playing dance music for the celebrity-studded party crowd. We were seated at a table with Patti LaBelle and her singing partners Sarah Dash and Nona Hendryx and sooner than we could realize, we were in the receiving line to meet Elton John and Bernie Taupin.  The entire evening was another super charged experience that had become commonplace since “Sgt. Pepper” had entered my life.


It was a sad day for us all indeed when, on New Year’s Eve, the closing notice for “Sgt. Pepper” was posted on the call board backstage at the Beacon Theatre.  Reasons for the closing were never articulated t the members of the cast, but all plans for the tour were also shelved, and so in early January of 1975, the last performance of “Sgt. Pepper” became a beautiful memory for us all.
As a final note to my “Sgt. Pepper’s lonely Hearts Club Band on the Road” story, I was invited to one fo the many parities that were thrown following the 1975 Grammy Awards presentation in New York City a few months after the show had closed.  Again, it was a very special time.  I met former Blood, Sweat and Tears keyboardist Dick Halligan, Dr. John, guitarist Steve Cropper, long-time Temptations lead singer David Ruffin and Stevie Wonder who had captured five Grammies at the awards ceremony that night.  But, looking back most fondly, I remember seeing, sitting with friends, John Lennon, who with Paul McCartney made this dream in my life come true.