Showing posts with label Peggy Lipton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peggy Lipton. Show all posts

Sunday, May 12, 2019

Remembering Peggy



Sad news that Peggy Lipton passed away after battling cancer.   To Beatle fans, Peggy is remembered not only as the beautiful actress from the "Mod Squad," but also as someone that had a fling with Paul McCartney.

I posted the "Teen" version of her story in 2014 and you can find it linked below.

http://www.meetthebeatlesforreal.com/2014/11/my-two-days-with-beatles.html


In 2005, Peggy wrote a book about her life and in an article in People magazine, she got into more detail that she would have in the Teen version.

"Paul shook my hand. 'My god, you're beautiful,' e said. 'You're not so bad yourself,' I replied, like an idiot. Later, I was asked to come to a bash that evening. I arrived almost sick to my stomach. I had only lost my virginity six months earlier, and I'd been thinking about Paul for a year. He greeted me sweetly. He played the piano. The next thing I knew we were on our way upstairs. The fantasy was playing out a little too fast. He took me in his arms and kissed me. May I say that this was the kiss of my dreams? As passionate, tender and exciting as I ever could have imagined. During our lovemaking, I caught myself thinking, how was this making me feel? I liked everything about Paul, yet when we walked downstairs together the feeling wasn't too good. I saw myself as just a young girl he had taken to bed and that was it. Paul called the next night and I went back. I wanted to try to cement a bond. Once again it was sexy. But by the time our tryst was over I wanted to go home to the safety of my parent's house. I didn't see Paul again that summer."




Peggy also tells of when she was with the Beatles in 1965 and everyone but Paul was taking LSD.


I was the only girl there, and John Lennon definitely didn't like that. He didn't like me being there at all. He was mean and sarcastic. At one point, they were handing around a scrapbook, looking at pictures of that first tour, and John made some snide comment like, "What is she doing here?"
I got the idea that John thought Paul was an idiot to take a girl so seriously he'd actually invite her to dinner when all he needed to do was fuck her after dinner.
We ended up smoking a joint in the bathroom before other people arrived; Ringo, George, Paul—and Peggy. We were having fun. I'd been temporarily cowed by John's attack, but it wasn't until I got high that I got really paranoid.
Paul and I emerged from the bathroom and floated into the living room where he held my hand, and we had a few laughs in the dark.
But I was way too high.
A sinking feeling began to take over, Paul was tuning out.

Their fling ended in 1968, when Peggy showed up in LA. at the Bungalow that Paul was staying and discovered he was there with Linda.    She supposedly took Linda's lipstick and wrote on the mirror "You made your choice." 


Peggy DID see Paul again in the 1980's when she was married to Quincy Jones and Paul was working with Jones along with Michael Jackson.   Proof can be seen in this photograph.

http://www.meetthebeatlesforreal.com/2015/04/universal-studios-with-pm-and-mj.html


Thursday, April 9, 2015

Universal Studios with PM and MJ






I had located the top two photos and wanted to learn more about them, so I called upon the best person I knew for the job:   Michael Jackson and Beatle expert, Dr. Kit O'Toole!   Kit's book Michael Jackson FAQ is going to be released this November!   I am super excited for her!

Anyhow, she let me know that after Michael and Paul recorded "The Girl is Mine" between April 14-16, 1982 at Westlake Studio in Los Angeles, they (along with Quincy Jones) all went to Universal Studios in celebration!

It seem that the top two photos were taken at the Castle Dracula Theater.  

What a thrill it must have been for the cast and visitors of Universal Studios that day to see both Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney!

Monday, January 12, 2015

The Fabulous 4 Sweep Through America Winning new praise and Stealing Girls' hearts



Here is another interesting article written by a Teenage movie magazine after the Beatles first visit to L.A.   I like this one because it helps narrow down the dates of what happened on what days when the Beatles were in L.A.  (something I am still trying to do!).    And you can totally tell which parts Peggy Lipton help write!
 



The Fabulous Four Sweep through America Winning new Praise and Stealing Girls’ hearts
By Earl Leaf
(From 1964 Movie Magazine)

The Beatles came, saw and conquered all.  Mostwheres on their great American concert tour they were hopping about like fleas on a hot stove.  By the end of the journey they were four beat boys, ready to unwind and relax.  

They had three days in Hollywood, including two days of nothing to do but have fun.  They schedule:  Sunday afternoon press conference at the Cinnamon Cinder, popular young adult night club.  Sunday night concert at the Hollywood Bowl and a party afterwards.  Monday afternoon a garden party at the home of Alan Livingston, prexy of Capitol Records.  Stars and their sprouts paid $25 each to meet the Beatles, raising $13,000 for the Hemophilia Foundation.  Monday evening to Wednesday ahem-free days with an almost continuous round of gassy parties in their rented Bel Air hideaway not far from Elvis Presley’s dark, quiet, tomb-like house.  All roads leading to the Beatles pad were blocked off by the Bel Air patrols and the Beverly Hills police.  Hundreds of Beatlemaniacs swarmed about the barricades to get a glimpse of their heroes.  Many slunk through the underbrush and leaped from limb to limb in trees to reach their idols. 

A few did elude the fuzz and sneak past the guards to reach the house.  The Beatle boys themselves kicked nobody out.  One cute charmer flew through the Beatles front door with the yelling cops in hot pursuit.  Laughing, Paul rescued her from the lawmen, inviting her to share a bottle of pop, gave her an autograph and let her go.  The happiest dolly in dollville!



 There were almost 50 girls at the first party on Monday night—all invited by the Beatles, their friends, or members of their staff.  Neil Aspinall, their road manager, “played the heavy” and ushered most of the girls out at midnight, explaining the boys had to get their rest.  The Beatles are night people who can’t sleep until daybreak anyhow.

I met the Beatles once over-lightly in Las Vegas and the friendship thickened during their happy Hollywood holiday.  The following personality sketches are based on my own meets and talks with the fab four plus observations of one of my closest and dearest friends, young actress, Peggy Lipton, who was their personal guest afternoons and evenings from Sunday until their departure on Wednesday. 




John Lennon
Although not the oldest Beatle, John seems the most mature probably because he looks it.  Also he’s a happy husband and proud papa and is the brain trust of the fabulous four.

Yet when he let his hair down at the two Hollywood parties, John was far over on the wild side – the loudest, noisiest, funniest cutup on them all.  The more excited he became the harder it was to understand a word he said.  His accent came on so thick you couldn’t cut it with a meat cleaver.
One of the screamiest sights of the bash was John dancing with Jill Banner who was teaching him the current American dance rages.  When Jill flaked out after one non-stop hour, John kept soloing on, tossing his torso, flailing his arms, shaking his hairy head, shimmying his shoulders, agitating his hips and hurling his feet around until his backbone came unraveled and his glasses hung by one ear.
John is near-sighted as the turtle who fell in love with an army helmet.   He won’t’ wear his shades during performances which make the vast screaming audience one blurry blog to him.  He can hear them but not see them.  He is never without his dark prescription lenses offstage. 

John’s press conference contributions:
Q:  Are you going to write another book?
A:  Yes, I think I’ll call it “Snow White and the 70 Warts”
Q:  Where’s the most exciting place you’ve ever been?
A:  Liverpool
Q:  Do the fans really scare you fellows?
A:  We love our fans.  They bother the cops more than they bother us.   All the precautions are taken by the police, not by us.
Q:  Don’t you really mind the invasion of your privacy?
A:  That only tie we get annoyed is when the fans wrestle us to the floor and mangle us. 





Paul McCartney


Paul has the most expressive eyes I’ve ever seen.  Usually they sparkle with humor and laughter but they can cloud over quickly when he’s angry or hurt.  You can read Paul’s eyes as easily as a first grade primer.   During a performance his eyes are always roving over the audience; he has a way of making each girl think he’s looking directly at her as his smiling eyes gaze in her direction.
Paul is the most outgoing of the four, without any doubt.  He has a memory like a blotter, likes to meet people and is the easiest to know.  He concentrates on the person he’s with at any moment.  
Even during the pandemonium of the Hollywood press conference while reporters were jabbing questions at him from all sides, Paul took time out to tell me that he thought my original Beatle Books one and Two were the best written and most accurate of all the books published about them.  The picture of me (in shades and a Beatle wig) in the books, he said made me “look like a thin John Lennon.”  Paul’s hair is something else.  He uses no creams, sprays or greasy kid stuff on his rich, thick, luxurious, dark brown locks.  The natural oil in his hair is fragrant.  His beard is heavy, thick wiry and scratchy to tender skin.   Shaving is a twice a day bore.  Paul’s body is not that of an athlete, yet he is extremely well built.  Though he doesn’t have to diet (much) yet, he could easily pick up plenty of poundage if he won’t watch out. 

Paul makes everyone around him feel at ease.  Even if he doesn’t like someone he’ll smile and say a pleasant word.   That’s his way.  He can’t hurt anyone’s feelings.  He can be sarcastic about things and ideas but not about people.  He leaves a lively bull session and has strong opinions about life and love, philosophy and religion. 

The greatest surprise the press has had with the Beatles is discovering how intelligent each of them is.  Their serious minds seek out answers to all the important issues of today and come up with amazing opinions concerning those problems. 

Paul loves to write songs though he can’t read music  During the two nights here, Paul often sat at the piano and played old and new songs.  One of his improvisations, “I Fancy My chances with you,” sung in lilting Liverpoolese, was a larf and a harf.

The others joined Paul around the piano.   Ringo especially enjoys singing funny songs with Paul, some rather risqué.  Pauls’ speaking voice is soft and melodious; his singing voice has a wide range.  He can hit those high notes with no strain.

Press conference Q’s and A’s by Paul:
Q:  who do you hate the most?  Fans who chase you, reporters who ask you stupid questions or photographers who always demand just one more picture?
A:  We don’t hate anyone.
Q:  Do you regard yourselves as musicians?
A:  Well, they let us join the musicians union so I suppose you could say we are.  But not really, I guess.  We don’t’ think much about it.
Q:  Are you married to Jane Asher?
A:  I am tired of that question.  The answer is no.  She’s just my closest girl friend but we aren’t engaged or anything like that.
Q:  Will you be dating Jill Hayworth again?
A:  I don’t want to see her again after all the stories she wrote in the fan magazies after oru last visit to America.
Q:  Do you note any differences between British and American girls?
A:  Bascially they are the same, aren’t they?
Q:  Have you moved into your new house?
A:  We bought a home but it’s standing there empty.  Lots of work has to be done to it before it’s ready to be lived in.




George Harrison
A listener rather than a talker, George Harrison is the quietest Beatle of them all.  “That cat’s got his tongue” complained one girl who was trying to make him talk. 

A few hour later at Burt Lancaster’s house, George started talking like there’s no tomorrow.  He raved about the house, played with Burt’s kids and fanned plenty of conversational breeze.  He changes his moods without warning. 

George’s grin can light up a room like a 500w lamp yet he appears to smile only when he’s tickled or amused which isn’t every minute.  Hanging from the balcony in the Las Vegas Convention Hall was a huge sign in big black letters which read, “SMILE GEORGE!”  He smiled when he saw the sign.
George is the hardest to know.  His quiet reserve is a direct challenge to girls who like a deep guy who isn’t’ easy to figure out.  He is more handsome than you’d guess from his pictures.  His face is thin, his body small-boned and he has almost no hips.The most arresting feature is his eyes, fringed with thick eyebrows.  
 
George loves to wear sport shirts and tight blue jeans slung low on his narrow hips.  He digs cloths that are different.  When he and the other Beatles went shopping on Vine Street, George returned in a gold shirt with a big open collar and full sleeves which he raved about and showed everybody.  Paul and John kidding him like crazy about the shirt but George took the kidding with a grin and wouldn’t stop wearing the way-out garment. 

The three other Beatles treat George like a younger brother. 

His A’s to the Q’s asked him at the press powwow:
Q:  What do you do with your money?
A:  Haul it away to the bank.
Q:  What were your favorite scenes your movie?
A:  John’s bathtub scene and the outdoor field.  These were outlined in the script but John ad-libbed all his action in the tub and the field scene was spontaneous from beginning to end.
Q:  did you ever dream you’d become this big?
A:  I’m still five feet eleven, no bigger than before.
Q:  How about that Seattle psychologist who said the Beatles were a menace to American youth?
A:  We think that psychologist are a menace to youth.





Ringo Starr
When Ringo looks at you with those big sad Basset hound eyes you think he must be unhappy or bored.     It ain’t necessarily so.  He has many moods and a hot temper too, but he’s always ready for a bit of horseplay with the other Beatles or any convenient victim.  Friends say Ringo is a born comedian.

Though he is the prime fave of the feminine fans, he is not always at ease with them.  His shyness takes different forms like either being bashful and tongue-tied in his approach or too abrupt.  He isn’t a smooth operator like Paul or George. 

His photographs do him justice.  Close-up details:  his hair is extremely fine and long with a flip in the back.  When a girl mussed his hair at a party, his bangs stuck out like wire.  He has a scar over his left eye and the eyebrow is nearly white. 

For his three days in Hollywood, Ringo wore the same style blue shirt with a dozen white buttons down the front.  Once he slid into a cowboy shirt with poncho and made like Deadeye Dick, the terror of the Wild West, with two six-shooters given to him by Colonel Parker, Elvis Presley’s manager who visited the Beatles pad bearing gifts for all.  Parker gave Paul, John and George table lamps shaped like covered wagons and Ringo the guns which shoot caps.  Ringo went wild.  He ran around aiming the guns at people, shouting, “Hands up!” and shooting them down like dogs. 

Ringo was missing when the party adjourned to Burt Lancaster’s home to see a film.   When the others settled down to the screening, Ringo arrived with whoops and hollars.  “I’m here, I’m here! Stick ‘em up,” he shouted, cracking up the whole show. 

When they returned to their own pad, Ringo peeled off this cowboy rig and wriggled into tight slacks and the old wrinkled blue shirt again.  

No one has been able to come up with the answer to Ringo’s way out infront popularity with most girls, but many believe it’s the fact he’s the smallest and seems the shyest.  Gals go for the underdog in many cases.  Ringo’s name and his habit of wearing the rings may also be a reason.

Ringo’s answers culled from the press conference:
Q:  have you ever dated Ann Margret?
A:  I never even met her.  All the dates and telephone conversations happened only in the over-active imagination of her press agent.
Q:  Why don’t you like Donald Duck?
A:  Because I can’t understand his quacky talk.
Q:  What’s the story about your jewelry?
A:   I’ve been wearing the same four rings for the past three years.    I wear the St. Christopher’s medal not because I’m religious but because it was a gift from a dear friend.
Q:  What will you do when the Beatle fad is over?
A:  Ask me 20 years from now.  I don’t think about the future.  I just keep rolling along like Old Man River singing my songs.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

My Two Days with the Beatles

In the story of the Beatles, I do not think of Peggy Lipton as a regular Beatlemaniac, although she was a fan of the group for sure.   She just was able to get a lot closer to the guys, especially Paul than any fan ever could.    

This story, which I found in a copy of "The Beatle Digest" from 1978 is a reprint of the story she wrote for a teen magazine---either TeenSet or Teen Screen.      It is interesting because the story is a bit different than what she wrote in her autobiography in 2005.    In her autobiography, she says that she first met the Beatles at the Garden Party and Paul asked her to come to the party at their house later that night.   In this version, she claims that she was invited to the party at the Beatles house by a photographer friend and there isn't any mention of the Garden Party.     In her autobiography she says that after Paul played the piano at the party, they went upstairs and had sex.    Thankfully she left that out of the teen magazine story.    Still, unlike many of the stories published in the teen magazines, Peggy's story sounds like the truth and it gives us just another glimpse into what the Beatles were doing when they were in L.A. in 1964.



My Two Days with the Beatles:  The Story of a Beatlemaniac’s Dream Come True
By Peggy Lipton

Editor’s Note:  This story was written especially for TS by Peggy Lipton, the girl who lived the wonderful Beatle adventure you’re about the share.  Peggy is 18, a successful model, a student at Valley Junior College in Van Nuys, California and is being tested by Columbia pictures.  But, most of all, Peggy is a true Beatlemaniac.  Because of this, the tie she spent with the Beatles was as rewarding to them as it was to her.  Getting to know at least one of their American fans helped at least a little make up for the chaos that prevented them from meeting many more.  Peggy did her part to make The Beatles welcome to our country.

All of us have impossible dreams.  And mine was the same as nearly every other girl in the world. I wanted to meet the Beatles.

I’d wanted to ever since England’s singing mopheads took over the number one spot on the charts and in everyone’s hearts.  Pictures of John, Paul, George and Ringo hung in abundance on the walls of my room.  And I guess I spent probably too much time staring at my four favorites, hoping, wishing and dreaming.

I hope I can put into words how I felt when my dream came true.  I’ll try hard  because I realize I was one of the very lucky few who did get to see them, and I want to share every second of my hours with The Beatles with the other girls whose dreams didn’t come true (this time).

It all started with a phone call.  The voice on the other end belonged to an old friend.  Ron Joy, a Hollywood photographer and traveling companion of the Beatles during their American tour was calling to say hello.

But that wasn’t all he said.  He also asked me if I’d like to meet The Beatles that evening.
I don’t have to tell you that I near died right on the spot.   How I managed to finish our conversation, I’ll never know.  I started laughing.  Then crying.  I ran around the house, searching frantically for just the right dress to wear.  But I guess luck was doubly with me that night because when Ron arrived, I was breathless shaking, but ready to go.

The trip the Beatles’ house in Bel-Air was the most nerve-wracking drive I’ve ever experienced.  I couldn’t hear a word Ron was saying to me.  All I was conscious of was a ringing in my ears and the butterflies in my stomach and a voice repeating “this is it…the moment you’ve waited for.”
When we finally arrived, the barricades at St. Pierre Road were thickened with anxious teenagers.  As they swarmed about some looked at me enviously.  Others with hurt expressions in their eyes.   They all knew where I was going, and as we were cleared at the gates and preceded to the house I felt a twinge of guilt.

But the twinge soon disappeared.  As Ron stopped the car, I was suddenly filled with panic.  I’d waited so long for this moment.  What would I do when I finally met the boys I’d dreamed of?
I hardly had time to answer my question because George Harrison clad in hip-hugging jeans, came to welcome us.  Even in my fog I clearly saw that his photographs hadn’t done him justice.   His thin face and smoldering eyes made me gasp for breath.  The way he looked at me, I thought he could hear my heart pounding.  I know I could!

When George led us into the living room, both he and Ron seemed to slip away, and there I stood among the many faces and loud music.  My eyes searched hopeless for an empty chair, but in the next second, I became aware of someone staring at me.  I turned to find Paul McCartney extending his hand.  I took it anxiously and lost myself in his huge, sensitive eyes.  He was more handsome than I’d ever imagined.  His hair and eyelashes were dark and thick and he wore a reddish-orange tee shirt with black slacks.  I couldn’t believe this famous boy was standing in front of me for real, and in living color!

Paul and I found two empty seats by the record player and began talking to the sound of a Beach Boys album.  I amazed myself by being able to carry on a reasonably sensible conversation (in spite of the fact that I could scarcely breathe) and we discussed everything imaginable.   When Paul left for a moment to get me a Coke, he returned with Ringo (a living doll who goes beyond description).  After the introductions were over Ringo said, “Come on, I haven’t danced with an American bird all night.”  Then he led me to the dance floor and went into the step that makes him look like a boxer taking pot shots at a punching bag.  We danced an exhausting twenty minutes, and might have continued all night if Paul and John Lennon hadn’t come to the rescue.

John appeared huskier than the other boys, his hair softer and redder.  Square sunglasses hid his eyes.  His handshake was firm.  His wit sharply original.

The three of us talked, mostly of music.  When I asked Paul if he played the piano, he nodded no, very shyly.  But within two minutes he was across the room, pounding out a new song he and John had written the previous night.

By this time, most of the other guests had left, including Ron (who had to be up early the next morning).  I dreamily shared the piano bench with Paul as he and road manager Derek Taylor made up lyrics to a catchy tune.  When Ringo’s favorite song was layed, he sang solo.  (He’s a ham, but a loveable one).

Both he and Paul imitated Ringo’s father when he enthusiastic about the boys’ hits.  We laughed a lot about a lot of things, but the funniest thing of them all happened in the kitchen when Paul tried to call a cab for me.  After dialing the number, he waited on the phone for a few minutes.  Finally I put my ear to the receiver and found he’d been listening to a busy signal all along.   Trying to explain that telephone signals work just the opposite way in England, he sat in a tray of melted ice.  Both George and I roared with laughter, and Paul soon joined in.

And when he took me to the waiting cab he asked if I’d like to return the next day.  I smiled and said I’d love to, while secretly my heart flew out of control.

When I arrived the following day, I found I was the only outsider invited for dinner.  After roast beef and chocolate cake we sat around the huge table, reading telegrams and looking at the clothes George and Paul ad bought that afternoon.  Paul had a herringbone jacket and George a gold shirt with big puffy sleeves.  Ringo polished his six-shooters.  

Later on, Paul, George and I fled past the barricades (crammed with screaming fans) to the home of Burt Lancaster to see a movie.  Ringo stopped the show at the Lancasters by tearing into the house, guns at hand yelling, “Stick ‘em up!”  Fascinated by the heated pool, George and Ringo decided to explore and ended up taking a midnight swing.

When George and Ringo went to join John at the Whiskey a Go-Go, Paul and I returned to the house in Bel Air and fixed ourselves coffee and hamburgers.  Just being alone with Paul for this short hour was the most wonderful part of my dream come true.

The other Beatles returned a little later, slightly peeved from the overanxious crowd at the nightclub.  But Paul and I struck up a duet on the piano and had everyone smiling in seconds.   The night wore on midst laughs and songs until I knew it was time to say goodbye.

The goodbyes weren’t prolonged because we all felt a hint of sadness.   Especially me.  The boys were leaving the next day, and we expressed the hopes that someday soon our paths would cross again. 

Then each one put his arm around me and kissed me.

As I started my car and drove away, I realized that Cinderella’s night was over.  And I didn’t try awfully hard to fight back the tears.

I know I’ll never forget the Beatles.  And I can only hope they won’t forget me.  Not for a little while, anyway.