The Beatles collection
Weāve been putting off posting our official Beatles collection because ā well, itās not as if they need more publicity, is it?
Weāve been putting off posting our official Beatles collection because ā well, itās 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? Iād be worried sick.
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 fatherās 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 ā the newest Beatlesā album was out, and they were going to play it full blast.
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.
Our latest Centre Stage column shines the light on New Zealand writer Maria Majsa.
One of my strongest memories is the pure joy we got out of making each other laugh. Belly laughs that happened while you hung upside down on the monkey bars were even more hilarious.
Dear Sgt. Pepper, You were released 50 years ago. That is more years than for which I have breathed this air.
Chris Mangan Maternity ward, Melbourne 1964 It would be hard not to think of The Beatles upon hearing the perfect chord that introduces the song A Hard Dayās Night, the perfect chord to symbolise a worldwide phenomenon, and the perfect fanfare for a newborn life in Melbourne 1964.