Darren 'Smokie' Dawson, a very popular story-teller at our concerts, has counted down his 50 favourite Beatles songs and along the way has written a family history of sorts.
We’ve been putting off posting our official Beatles collection because – well, it’s not as if they need more publicity, is it?
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.
Playful music poetry from Martin H Samuel
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.
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.
The news spread quickly — the newest Beatles’ album was out, and they were going to play it full blast.
Get to know your neighbours, I thought, stepping back. ‘Grab a chair,’ I said before remembering I didn’t have any yet.
I love my son’s tattoos. The latest addition is the word 'imagine' on his right upper arm.
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.