Fifty years later! Beatlemania is still alive and well in this old heart.

Stuff That Fell Out While I Was Thinking by Tara Linn

February 9, 1964, Ed Sullivan Show. Scheduled to appear; magician Fred Kaps, Frank Gorshin, acrobats Wells and the Four Fays, comedians McCall and Brill and the Broadway cast of Oliver and singer Tessie O’Shea.

But who cares because also scheduled, The Beatles.

Fast forward to April 1990. My brother and both my sisters were on a road trip together. It was a very special gathering. The grown up siblings were sharing an event together. Not an easy thing to accomplish with four adults living in four different cities, and each having four different careers.

Four different sets of painstaking arrangements were needed to enable all of us to spend 24 hours together. Mission accomplished and we were off to see Paul.

Paul McCartney that is.

My anticipation was palpable. I just couldn’t believe after all this time I was really going to see a real Beatle, in person. I was embarrassingly giddy during the ride. The excitement was evident in all of us as we told “remember when” Beatle stories that only siblings could relate and understand.

My brother learned how to play the guitar with Beatle Songs. We would spend hours in his room as he strummed the guitar and we sang Beatle songs. Or I should say he sang, I’m not sure what I was doing could be called singing.
He tried so hard to teach me the intricate and sometimes odd harmonies of their songs, singing my part to me over and over until I had it. But invariably, after the first verse, my pitch would waiver and we could not duplicate their wonderful sound.

Making our way to the Joe Robbie Stadium, now known as Sun Life Stadium, we fashioned a hand written sign to hang in the back seat window “Paul or Bust.”

Still thrilled about our destination, I related the story of the night in 1964 when my life changed. I was eleven, one of my sisters hadn’t been born yet and the other was just a babe and yet now, here they were just as excited as me to be on this road trip to see a Beatle.

Cut back to 1964.

I had been waiting on pins and needles for the appearance of the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show. It’s all I talked about. It’s all anyone at school talked about. The excitement mounted by the minute. I bugged Mom and Dad every hour or so to verify that they were in fact, going to let us watch the Ed Sullivan Show.

“Yes, yes now be quiet about it!” Oh but I couldn’t!

Finally Ed Sullivan came on. I couldn’t tell you who came on before or after the Beatles. As I shifted and wiggled with anticipation waiting only for one act, finally Mr. Sullivan says “Ladies and Gentlemen, the Beatles!

My parents, my brother, the room disappeared. The only thing I saw was the black and white television screen. I almost fainted. I really do think I lost consciousness for a moment as I held my breath. I held my hands over my mouth to stifle a scream, tears were rolling down my cheeks and I looked and acted just like those silly Beatle maniacs in the audience of the Ed Sullivan show.

When the Beatles broke up in 1970, heartbroken is not a strong enough word for how I felt. I really couldn’t understand how I was going to endure this life without a new Beatle album to look forward to.

It’s 1990 again and here we are, all these years later on our way to see Paul. We have arrived and we are making our way to our seats, typically known as the “nose bleed” section, but we didn’t care. There were huge screens displaying every detail that was happening on stage.

Lots of before the main event hullabaloo going on and finally Paul walks on stage. Everyone vaults off their seats with screams and claps and joy comes alive!

I was teenie bopping my way through his first set of “Band on the Run” songs clapping and singing.

Then it happened.

Paul started singing “She Was Just Seventeen...”

It caught me totally off guard and took my breath away. I swooned and fell to my seat and like I was eleven again, my hand was over my mouth, tears were rolling down my face and I sat in stunned silence as the crowd went out of their minds! Here we were, watching a real Beatle sing a real Beatle song.

It will always be one of the highlights of my life and what makes it even more exciting and special is that my brother and my sisters were there and we shared this little slice of happiness together.

I never stopped listening to their music. My Beatle albums were collecting dust on a shelf as I purchased the same on cassette tapes then again on CD’s and with each listen, it is as enjoyable as the first time.

I believe John would be seventy-three now, George would be 71 this month. Ringo is seventy-three and Paul is still the cute one. I’m sixty, not so cute anymore but I’m still a Beatle Maniac!!

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Comments » 5

Cassandra writes:

It's good to see you back! Your enthusiasm is infectious even though I'm not a B-maniac. I do like them though and I remember that when I was living in Nairobi in 1964 "Yellow Submarine" was all the rage.

miamia writes:

No wonder we're missing you on the forum; you're busy writing your wonderful stories. Like Cassandra, I've never been a Beatle Maniac but I'm enjoying their music right now on Channel 5 simply because I was looking for "The Good Wife".

I'm really enjoying it too; wish'd I'd been aware of them all these years. They're really a clean cut group; I'm just simply not musically inclined! I must admit though that Sinatra was kind of my idol; him and the whole rat-pack group.

Without even tuning in on the Beatles all these years; I simply wrote them off as "Rock & Roll".
Was I wrong...they're great!

Wouldn't it be nice if we could go back and have another chance?

Thanks for sharing your enthusiasm and writing about it so well. This was my favorite of all your articles!

keekee writes:

Hello old friends, Cass and miamia!

So glad you took the time. Cass, I was watching the Beatles tribute on TV last night and Ringo sang Yellow Submarine! It was sublime.

Both Paul and Ringo sang together and I enjoyed it so much. I didn't swoon this time, just as well, at my age swooning could be dangerous!

miamia, I really loved the Tribute show. I watched the whole thing, quite something for me since I have trouble keeping my eyes open after eight o’clock! LOL

I did not know many of the artists, but their renditions of the old masters were awesome, I thought. I especially liked the four boys that sang “Revolution.” Their harmonies were exquisite.

Anyway, before I just go on and on, (and you know I could) I’ll shut-up for now.

bossman1 writes:

Very nice, please write more stories like this. bossman1

bossman1 writes:

Tara, Reading your Beatle story reminded me of the death of John in 1980.
John and Ringo were my favorites in the beginning, not so much later.
John was always a little wierd as I remember, lost favor with me after he hooked up with Ono, maybe it was the LSD.
The shooter who killed John was Mark Chapman, four shots with his .38 and John was dead within minutes.
Chapman stated he became very angry with John when John said he "was more popular than Jesus", the songs 'God' and 'Imagine' sealed the deal.

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