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[wrence]

Songwriting, charisma, serendipity — Beatles60

Artists usually didn’t write their own songs. But John Lennon and Paul McCartney did. George Harrison’s cheeky wit could break the ice and highlight the charisma of the whole group. It was serendipity that the group was thrust upon George Martin. In this episode of The Beatles60 podcast we’re talkin

[wrence]

1962. The New Year brought tons of activity in the lives and career of The Beatles, from auditions for record labels, new fashions, plenty of shows, and more. We’re talking about all of these things and may have a special message from a Beatle! We talk about it all in this week’s Beatles60 podcast, Mother Mersey.

Guest appearances by Eric Howell and Tim Sommer. Also a secret VIP (known to everyone) contributes his famous voice, briefly. (We signed a "no-promo agreement" with the third guest. It's a low-key but almost unbelievable contribution. Just listen for him. You'll know.)

The Mixcloud show ("Happy New Year 1962") https://www.mixcloud.com/lawrence-laferla/happy-new-year-1962/

Beatles60 links https://beatles60.group/links

Contact Andy https://barmybeatleblog.com/

Contact Larry https://beatles60.group/contact

Chinese New Year https://chinesenewyear.net/zodiac/

Last Secret of The Beatles (by Tim Sommer) https://rockandrollglobe.com/beatle/the-last-secret-of-the-beatles/

Eric Howell's Beatles Audio Drama Series, "A Day In Their Life" https://beatledrama.com/

Become a funder of "A Day In Their Life" https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/beatles-audio-drama-series#/

[risenblackstar]

To any of us, to all of us, to everyone who believed life was full of exclamation points and question marks and not just periods and the dull ellipses of the dreamless, he was our King, our guide, our Bodhisattva. He was not just a name but also a noun, not just a noun but also an adjective, not just an adjective, but also the one we all had in common. Each of us loved him, or was loved by someone who loved him, or fell in love, hopelessly or horrendously or even, rarely, happily, with someone who loved him.

Tim Sommer on David Bowie

[rustbeltjessie]

It began in seventh or eighth grade with the feeling that you might be a little different.

You sensed that these weren’t the best years of your life. You believed that somewhere out there, a great city, shimmering with golden lights and stinking with subways smelling of piss, where every corner held an over-lit diner where coffee could be snorted at sunrise after an evening of inconceivable and unnatural urban bliss; and this glittering prize, this city, where you belonged, was just waiting for you.

And in the hallways of your school, colored aqua-green and Wonder Bread-yellow, in the hallways of this shoebox of shame and staggering incivility where you were forced to live eight hours a day, these jocks didn’t know your secret; those meat-headed bullies didn’t know your secret; those satin-wrapped, peasant-blouse’d foxes who never returned your glances didn’t know your secret; none of them knew your secret: one day you would be someone.

[afrofunk45]

Bad Brains flyer from Irving Plaza w/ heart attack, Necros, blood clot