Happy Independence Day!

It is the 4th of July, which here in the United States is Independence Day.     In celebration, I thought I would post this mini poster from my collection.

The Beatles Conquer America (again)!

John and Paul on the Tonight Show

One of the pieces of Beatles history that has been much discussed over the years is John and Paul's appearance on the "Tonight" show in 1968.   NBC got rid of the tape and it was only shown once on May 14.  So for years the only account we had was one fan who taped the audio on a reel-to-reel machine and another fan who aims a home movie camera at the TV and recorded a silent film.  Someone in the 1980's put these two together to make a crazy version of the show.  I watched that over and over and never truly understood totally what was going on.   Well, after all these years a new audio source has became available!   Some other fan wired his reel-to-reel right into the speakers of his TV set.  The sound is much better than what had previously been available.  No new versions of video has appeared, but I guess you never know.  However, what I have found is an article that appeared in what I believe was the August 1968 issue of TeenSet magazine.   The name of the person who wrote it somehow got cut off the copy I have, but this fan must have also made a recorded because she goes into detail about  what was said during the interview and also her personal thought on it.  I found it to be very interesting, and I wish I had found it back int he early 1990's when I was trying to figure out this interview in the first place.

As the NBC Orchestra did their thing with a reedy rendition of “Eleanor Rigby” and “Hard Day’s Night”, and scattered around the living room, we waited for the Beatles.  I wondered one last time exactly what we were waiting for.

From the time I had heard, early that morning, that John and Paul would be on the “Tonight” show, I’d also heard all sorts of speculations about the type of appearance they’d make.

“It’ll be a film clip of “Lady Madonna,” one doubting Thomas assured me.  Other projections included a filmed interview in their hotel room; another look at the frayed “Strawberry Fields” clip; and the two of them mouthing and maybe even singing one of their old hit duets.

“Maybe they’ll just talk,” offered this fan, and I didn’t stop thinking I could be right even though my suggestion was immediately shouted down.  In part, they were right.  The Beatles were “too big” for the show, or any show now.  But they were also something else that surely not only I had noticed – more humanized less Godheads and more just beautiful people.

“You’re nuts,” I was informed, and this certainly being the case in most cases, I didn’t pursue the subject.  But inwardly, I continued to feel that tonight, tonight, wouldn’t be like any night.  I also hoped and prayed so because if it did turn out to be just a film or a song, it would mean (to me, anyway, and perhaps to them too) they still couldn’t, for reasons of their own venture out of the towers (of real ivory) to which we’d lovingly but limiting condemned them.

Then the music stopped and so did my thoughts as the host of the show said, “Ladies and gentlemen, from the Beatles, John Lennon and Paul McCartney.”

A roomful, and more likely a nationful of Beatle fans held its collective breath as, sure enough, just like real people, John and Paul loped from behind the curtain, failed to pause in center stage to mouth or sing that song, and proceeded to take their places beside Johnny Carson’s substitute, former athletic star, Joe Garagiola (Johnny was off making an appearance somewhere or another, not to mention wishing he were dead for missing the show’s all-time scoop).

The applause was heavy, it contained quite a lot of cheering, and lasted for exactly twenty-five seconds, which is a very long time when you’re on television or trying to hold your breath underwater.

I was so busy wanting to weep from sheer joy at finally being able to hear someone applaud the Beatles instead of the usual clutching and shrieking.  I hardly noticed what was happening on camera, other than to note that Paul was wearing a dark, wide-labelled suit with a generous, noisy tie.  I never did get it straight in my head how John was garbed, nor, it seems, did anyone else.  In the excitement, he appears to have been wearing white pants, white boots, a white turtleneck and alight jacket; dark pants, dark boots, a print shirt and a white jacket; and white pants, white boots and a tan rajah coat.  Personally, I remember only his dear face, his hair surprisingly long and middle-parted, and every word he said.  I know that he was wearing something only because I surely have been among the first to notice if he had not been.

When the applause finally quieted, I returned eagerly to this world and what was happening on the “tonight’ stage.  Unfortunately, I soon discovered that nothing was happening.  The Beatles had done the handshaking bit and were sitting there looking totally unnerved in their clam sort of way with John pulling at his hair and Paul attempting to look unconcerned and failing with a series of facial expressions which are usually the result of sitting down upon quite a large tack.  And nobody was saying a word.  The host was alternating throaty larfs and sips of something out of a tall glass.

At any speed, it was breath-holding time in K.O. Corral, as that roomful and/or nationful wrang its hands and wondered – what are they going to do?  Millions of people are watching.  It’s a bummer and they know it, but can they still save it?

They did.  It was a bummer, but they stooped down, picked the show up and took it with them as paul ended that long moment of silence with a sudden smile and a “well, anyway…” and John relaxed visibly and peered into the camera.

Things were rolling now and Tallulah Bankhead ceased sipping long enough to ask about meditation.  John pleasantly suggested she’d have to find that out for herself, and she replied she wasn’t going that far (to India) to find out anything.  Still pleasantly, John replied, “Well, you can’t learn to swim if you keep inland, can you?”

To which Tallulah quipped, “Can’t learn to swim?  Honey, I can float sitting up.”

It got a laugh but it created another pause and Paul broke it by launching into a story about an interview they’d done that afternoon for an educational station.  “They started asking us questions and they were quite serious questions, you know.  It was a choice between just laughing it up or answering seriously.  So, we were a bit serious.

“You?” asked Joe incredulously.  “Serious? I find that hard to believe,” he added, putting another foot in it, and they next few seconds were devoted to a Beatle throat-clearing session as John and Paul gave out with some resounding ahems and the audience twittered.

“Tell me a joke,” Joe offered, attempting to change the subject and his luck.  The Beatles didn’t know any or couldn’t remember any and said no, they would not like to be comedians and laughed patiently when Talluulah said, “What do you think you are?”

She then launched into a long discussion of some phone call she’d received from London, how much she adored the Beatles, and the surprising fact that Paul was the only unmarried Beatle.

Then came another old line, this time from Joe.  Were the Beatles really a close group, socially? (Zzzzzzz)

“Yes, we’re good friends,” John replied nicely, for the ten thousandth time.

And another, ‘If it hadn’t happened for you in music, what do you think you’d have liked to have done ?”

“Films,” offered John.

“How about you Paul?”  Paul looks almost startled.  “Not breaking a mood am I?”  Joe continues.

“No, you’re doing just great.”  Paul laughs, as does the audience.  “What would I liked to have been?  

 I don’t’ know – I was nearly going to be a teacher, but that fell through luckily.”  Then the music comes up for a commercial break.  Paul hums and the younger members of the audience roar approval.  John, not be outdone (and is he ever?) says, “And now a word from your local station.”

When we came back from Madison Avenue’s latest hype, we found that Paul had just admitted that the two of them had horsed around in Central Park on Sunday without being recognized but he was not able to develop the theme as it was almost immediately time for another word from our local stallion.

Getting back to Central Park, Joe wanted to know if they were really out there without any police or anything.  “We often do this,” John put in.  “If people don’t expect us, what are they going to do?  They see a bit of long hair walking out like all the other long hair.”

A wonderful bit then developed.  Joe wanted to know how much of a city they really see during a tour.  “Isn’t it just ball park to hotel to airport to ball park and so forth?”

“You just pick up the vibrations,” said John.

“I was in England eight years,” said Tallulah, “and never saw one cricket game.  I didn’t understand one word of it so how do you expect them to understand baseball?”

Joe explained, or tried to, that the Beatles had appeared at many ball parks, and Tallulah understood, or tried to.

Finally they were offered a bite of the Apple.  Joe asked about the new organization they were in the states to promote, and john answered,

“Well you see, our accountant came up and said, ‘you have this amount of money – do you want to do something with it or give it to the government.”

“Which government?” interrupted Joe.

“Any old government,” John replied and got another larf.  “Anyway, we decided to play businessmen for a bit so we formed Apple which is going to be records, films and electronics, which all tie up.  We want to form some kind of umbrella so that people who want to make films don’t have to go on the knees in an office, begging for a break.  That’s the idea and we’ll find out what happens.”

“If you want to do something, you normally have to go to big business, them, the big apple.” Agreed Paul.

That brought this comment from John, “you don’t even get to them.  You can’t’ get past the front door because of the color of your shoes.”

Paul continues, “Big companies are so big, if you’re little and good it takes you sixty years to make it, and people miss out on these little, good people and we’re trying to find a few.”

A bombshell from Joe, master of ceremonies but not tact, “Paul, is this because of your background?  You came from a poor background.”

Paul, at first silent and making gesture that says no.

Then John. “It’s just common sense.”

Joe’s turn, “But if you didn’t feel as a youngster you wouldn’t feel it now.”

Paul becomes his gracious self despite the slight.  “It’s just that we know what we had to fight.”

Joe again, “Did you have a pretty tough time getting started?”

Now John. “No tougher than anyone else.  But it’s like George said, I’m sick of being told to keep out of the park.’ That’s what we’re trying to do.  We’re trying to make a park for people to come in and do what they want.

“Symbolically speaking,” Paul laughs.

“Is he the spokesman, would you say, john?” asks Joe (and a few million others).

“If his spokes are working, he is and if mine are…”

Laughter again, and applause.

Then the subject turned to that of privacy.  Do they really have any?

John replies, “Well, we have enough to keep us sane, if we are sane.  Our life isn’t like ‘a Hard Day’s Night’ or any of those things.  That’s only when we’re doing that – we create that or that is created.  When we’re just livin’, it’s calm.”

Tallulah asks, after a bit of idle chatter amongst the group about the hectic pace of New York, if they are nervous about doing this show.  John replies, “sure.”

“Why would you be nervous?” asks Joe, incredulous again.

“Because it’s not natural,” John explained.  “I mean this situation (gestures at lights, cameras) isn’t natural to a human being.”

“If we’d meet you and talk, like in your house, that’d be all right because you could actually talk,” says Paul.  “It’s a bit different when you’re going out into a million homes.”

“Just this is enough,” John laughs, gesturing at the audience.

“You pretty well guard what you say, then,” assumes Joe.

Both Beatles assure him they do not and ask if he isn’t nervous at all?

“I’m nervous because of the…” Joe begins.

“Because, because, because,” interrupts John.  “It’s the same thing.”  (Applause again).

Commercial time again and meanwhile back at the set, Joe brings up the Maharishi.

John speaks, “We found out that we made a mistake there.”

Then Paul, “We tried to persuade him against the Beach Boy tour.  Terrible idea.  And then it folds, too.”

John speaks, “We believe in meditation, but not the Maharishi and his scene.  That’s a personal mistake we made in public.  Meditation is good and it does what they say, like exercise and cleaning your teeth – it works.”

Now Joe, “ Did the Maharishi change, or what?”

Paul answers, “We got all carried away with things like that.  We thought he was magic, floating around and flying.”

John again, “I wouldn’t say don’t meditate.  A lot people would get a great deal good out of it.”

“The system is more important than the Maharishi himself,” Paul adds.  “He’s good and all that, but we just think the system is more important than the personality bit.”

Tallulah wants to know if he giggles all the time, and John reassures her that he does.  “He’s a natural laughter,” he explains.

They were then asked to explain the circumstances of their meeting with the Yogi, and John told the now-old story of the lecture in London. “We all went and we thought what a nice man.  And we were looking for that.  Everybody’s looking for it, but we were all looking for it that day, so we met him and saw a good thing in him and went along with it.  Nice trip.  Thank you very much.”  And the subject was firmly but nicely closed.

Then came the subject of the Beatles ever-changing audience.

John raps, “Everything changes.  We can’t put our finger on what age group and why because everything changes, including us.”

“When we first started, we had leather jackets on, “continued Paul.  “And caps and big cowboy boots.  But then we changed to suits and we lost a whole lot of fans who thought we’d gone posh and didn’t like it because we were all clean.  So we lost that crowd, but we gained all the ones that liked suits.  That’s what keeps happening.  We lost a lot of people with ‘Sergeant Pepper’ but I think we gained more.” (Noisy applause agrees with this point).

Can they ever top Sergeant Pepper?

John says, “I can’t say yes or no, but I think so.  Why not?  It’s only another LP really.”

Joe talks then about them being the most imitated group in the world. (The Beatles stammer embarrassed), Miss Bankhead wanders on about hearing Beatles music and thinking it was Bach, and Joe gets down to the Nitty G. with questions about how they write – together, separately, etc.  Then, unable to find his list of Beatle songs, Joe brings up his favorite (“Yesterday”) and asks the circumstances of it’s composition.

Paul replies in verse:

“Woke up one morning

With a piano by my bed

Went to the piano

And this is what I said…”

As John industriously writes these words down on the palm of his hand (with his finger) Paul patiently tells the “Scrambled Eggs” bit, to Joe’s (you guessed it) incredulous disbelief.  “You wrote a song called ‘Scrambled Egg’ and it turned out to be ‘Yesterday?”

Tallulah takes it, “That’s the story of my life.”

Laughter and then Joe wants to know what question, of all questions, bugs them the most.  It probably isn’t an easy one to answers gracefully, since he’s just asked most of them himself.

John replies, “We’re past being bugged by questions unless they’re very personal, and then you just get normal human reactions.  But there used to be one about what are you going to do when the booble bursts.  We’d have hysterics because somebody always asked it.”

Don’t look now, but someone’s about to ask it again.  “What are you going to do?” asks Joe, laughing.

“I haven’t a clue,” replies John.  “I’m still looking for the booble.” (Still more applause).

“How long are you going to be here?” asks Joe.

“It could be any minute now,” replies John.  And unfortunately, it was.  After reading a commercial just for fun (which wasn’t shown on the West Coast and a few other parts of the country because that particular sponsor hadn’t bought air time in the places – blast!) he and Paul paid their respects, said their goodbyes and split.

I am not surprised that several New York newspapermen wrote of being disappointed by the “press conference” held by John and Paul during their stay in New York.  To almost-quote one, he liked them and had looked forward to talking with them minus the teenybopper atmosphere of their tour press conferences.  He had been disappointed by this long-awaited meeting, however, because he had found there was nothing beneath the surface of their flip remarks.

I do hope this gentleman and his associates turn on (it would help) the “Tonight” show.  Perhaps, if they did, they will know who else was disappointed by that press conference.  Namely, two young men who will respond kindly and wisely to even the most inadequate of questions, if they’re given half a chance to communicate.  And there are two more at home must like them.

Paul McCartney where?

So I just purchased a very strange thing. It is a bound book that if full of Beatles articles from teen magazines from the 1960's. That isn't what is so strange I guess. What is strange is that there is no rhyme or reason to the organization of this bound book. One page I am reading about the Beatles making the movie Help. I turn the page and think I am going to keep reading about Help, but instead is a story about the Beatles in India! The Help story continues about 40 pages later. It is a mess to figure out! But I did find some goodies in the book that I will be sharing. Don't ask me what magazine or issue they come from because I can't tell at all.

The first one I am going to share is story about Paul McCartney's infamous trip to Los Angeles in 1968 (the "Dirty Weekend). This story does not mention Linda, but does talk about the fans that hung around and met him. I think this is from Teen Set magazine.

Paul McCartney Where?

(this article conceived and executed (literally) by Anonymous Photographer, Chuck Boyd, Nancy Chester, Larry Delaney, Carol Gwenn, Ken Mansfield, Dick Ray and Judy Sims

The Beatles myth has descended upon us again, this time in the person of P.McC. himself. No one could have felt the whole thing quite as deeply as the two pale groupies who stationed themselves in the lobby of the Beverly Hills hotel for a solid weekend. they followed Paul to, among other places, the marina, where they reported (tearfully) that he developed a horrible sunburn, because his shirt was open to the waist. There was also an evening drive through the campus of U.C.L.A. (huh?) where the groupies ran out of gas and walked back to the hotel to continue their vigil. A reporter and photog dashed to the hotel, only to be attacked by the groupies. They were shown (reverently) to the bungalow that Paul had occupied, and were allowed to touch a somewhat mangled bunch of grapes. Grapes? Very simple: "Pauley ate on this morning!"

Paul's visit was relatively unexpected; one might say it was an out and out surprise. Capitol Records was holding its annual convention at the Century Plaza hotel with its executives and promotion men from all over the country, all having a good convention time, when in walked .... Paul McCartney??! Celebrities and employees alike lined up to have photos taken with the Beatle, who smiled graciously while signing endless autographs for endless pictures, endearing himself forever and ever to all those conventioneers.

Actually Paul didn't fly several thousand miles just to sign autographs (although it isn't the worst idea anyone ever had). He had to firm up the deal between the Beatles' new Apple Records and Capitol, which will be handling the manufacture and distribution of Apple records in this country and Canada, starting with the Beatles' next album. He wanted to meet the people he would be working with, wanted to get acquainted with the business side of things (and also managed to work in a few leisure hours...). The idea of a Businesslike Beatle may be new and strange to us, but we're not about to complain because it will probably mean more Beatle trips to this country, and the more of those the better!

Paul arrived on a Thursday night and stayed until the next Monday afternoon. He stayed at the Beverly Hills hotel and was even listed in the registry there. As he walked in, a kid stopped him in the lobby and asked, "Hey, aren't you John Lennon?" Paul answered, "No, I'm Stevie Wonder."

Although there was no real attempt to hide the fact that he was here, it was generally known, except by a handful of faithful girls who tracked down the rumor and waited patiently outside his bungalow. At first he was smuggled into places, like the convention, for a surprise effect, but after the first day or two he strolled about in plain view of anyone who was watching, pulling up to front doors (a welcome change; he commented that all he had seen of this country for the past three years was "back doors and kitchens.")

His wandering took him to several boutiques, The Whiskey a Go Go (where Albert King was playing), the Factory (a private club) and Billy Graham's yacht. But no sooner did he board the boat and leave the pier than the rudder broke and they had to go back for repairs.

Capitol people Ken Mansfield and Larry Delaney spent hours and hours with Paul (being completely charmed by him). "He was always so courteous, no matter how hectic it was," they remember with awe. "He had time for everyone."

One night the three of them were sitting in Paul's bungalow and Paul took out his guitar and played some tunes which will be on the next album. "He started writing a song and asked us for help! But he really listens, he wasn't just being polite." Apparently all the songs have been written for the album, but only a couple have been recorded. "They're not exactly straight yet, but the stuff he played for us was fantastic." Here they groped for the right words. "Artistic...pure. More simplicity. How can you describe it? Not a return to rock and roll, in fact more like the opposite. Beautiful...."

The Beatles are in the final stages of constructing their own recording studio at 3 Savile Row in London in the basement of an ancient building. "It's a landmark building, so they have to get permission to make any changes in the structure; that's why the studio has to be in the basement."

Ken and Larry kept remembering anecdotes form Paul's visit in no particular sequence. Events which stuck in their minds. Here are a few:

"Paul couldn't really grasp how the Beatles have affected the American way of life. Every time we'd get into a car after going through a crowd he'd talk about it as if it were a whole new thing to ponder."

"When we took him to the convention we went through the basement and took an elevator to the 15th floor. We were walking down the hall when one of our promo men from Atlanta popped out of a doorway, spotted Paul, stopped dead, then ran up the him and gave him a big hug and said, "Hey man, howary, how's it goin'" Paul hugged him right back saying, "Hey, great to see ya, how's it goin'?" When the guy finally went on down the hall, we asked Paul if he knew him. Paul said he'd never seen him before."

"One morning Paul went down to the hotel pool. There was a guy there who was determined not to be impressed by a Beatle. He walked past Paul and said very high handedly, "How are you?" Paul replied, "Fine, how are you?" The guy keep right on walking; Paul leaned forward and called out "Hey, you didn't tell me how you were!" Broke everyone up.

"A girl reporter for a TV station was giving him a hard time, but he kept smiling. He was never once as rude as he had a right to be."

"When we took him to the airport to catch his 1:15 flight to London, there was a 3-hour delay because of a bomb threat on his plane. So we stood by the elevator and ate hot dogs and admired pretty girls and blew every one's mind. I mean, how often do you see Paul McCartney standing at a counter putting mustard on a hot dog???"

Not nearly often enough.