Only a few photos from this day have surfaced, which is possibly a little odd as there were many taken. I have attempted to track down Frank Lawson who is in possession of quite a number, being one of those allowed in to meet "himself" (in Frank's case twice - see Keith Badman's excellent Beatles Off The Record for details) - but so far no banana. And then there is the bedspread photo, presumably taken to illustrate a sale on ebay, from which the above are drawn; below par but the best I could do, given my limited...ability. Only last night someone was saying on television here in Blighty that the Beatles did not give two shits for their fans (I paraphrase) - which is clearly nonsense. Mr Lawson's account of that day in early August 1967, in which fans were let in in small groups to have "items" autographed, and exchange a few words with le Grand Fromage, perched as he was outside the sunroom working on a Christmas card design for "charidee", is only one of at least several examples of the Fabs being much nicer than they needed to be. They paid for it - let them wreck it if they like. Or words to that effect.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.