The Beatles collection
We’ve been putting off posting our official Beatles collection because – well, it’s not as if they need more publicity, is it?
WHEN I’M SIXTY-FOUR by THE BEATLES. Story by Martin Hadfield.
Each time it was played a surging panic set in. How long did I have left before my bald, elderly, and poor parents required feeding? And how could they possibly go out until a quarter to three in the morning if they were in that condition? I’d be worried sick.
Drums ‘n’ guitar. Poem by Martin H Samuel
Playful music poetry from Martin H Samuel
REVOLUTION. Story by Alison Kinghorn
Outside when the Grade 6 party was in full swing, the song that stands out in my memory was not the A side of the 45 vinyl, but the B side.
GOLDEN SLUMBERS. Story by Liz Bennett
I fell in love with the Beatles backwards, when, as a teenager, I discovered my father’s old vinyl copy of Abbey Road - the last album they recorded. From the first shuffling beats of Come Together, I was hooked.
A DAY IN THE LIFE by THE BEATLES. Story by David Meldrum
The news spread quickly — the newest Beatles’ album was out, and they were going to play it full blast.
NORWEGIAN WOOD. Fiction by Dorothy Simmons
Get to know your neighbours, I thought, stepping back. ‘Grab a chair,’ I said before remembering I didn’t have any yet.
IMAGINE by JOHN LENNON Story by Lucia Nardo
I love my son’s tattoos. The latest addition is the word 'imagine' on his right upper arm.
YOU’VE GOT TO HIDE YOUR LOVE AWAY by THE BEATLES Story by Stephen Andrew
Despite my stage fright, a dodgy monitor and a handful of fluffed lines, my little trio are sharp enough and together enough to sound OK.
HERE COMES THE SUN by THE BEATLES. Story by Carmel Bird
In Hamlet, Polonius says to his son: Neither a borrower nor a lender be/For loan oft loses both itself and friend