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And In The End, I Loved ‘Em, Too, Yeah, Yeah Yeah

The Fab Four -- John, Paul, George and Ringo -- arrive in America at JFK. Source: Wikipedia
The Fab Four — John, Paul, George and Ringo — arrive in America at JFK. Source: Wikipedia

BETWEEN THE LINES: This past Sunday night, February 9, marked the 50th anniversary of The Beatles’ debut on “The Ed Sullivan Show.” A record 73 million Americans — more than a third of the U.S. population and considerably higher than the first Super Bowl TV audience three years later — tuned in. Some were habitual viewers of the popular weekly variety show. A sizable segment, no doubt, watched just to see what the fuss about four British lads was. But many viewers, largely pre-teen and teenage girls, were a legion of keyed up devotees, aware of the ruckus since the Liverpool quartet’s contagious pop songs became Top 40 radio staples in the weeks before their groundbreaking, two-set performance.

Although I was a fan of rock and roll for several years, when The Beatles came on the scene and Beatlemania snowballed from coast-to-coast, I hoped it was a passing fad. The music was, at the time, unsuitable for what I considered my more developed musical tastes. I couldn’t help but hear their catchy tunes on the radio, but I was deliberately indifferent — and didn’t surrender until years later.

I suppose my principal motive for spurning the craze was because it appealed to hordes of screaming teenage girls, which would happen again and I ignored again, when “bubblegum pop” fleetingly materialized a few years later.

Beatlemania was underway before the foursome landed at JFK Airport, not long after it was named for the slain president, when “Please Please Me” topped the British music charts a year earlier. Before 1963 was over, and more than a handful of singles — “All My Loving” (the first song performed on the Sullivan show), “Till There Was You,” “She Loves You,” “I Saw Her Standing There” and, arguably, the fan favorite, “I Want to Hold Your Hand” — later, the craze was rockin’ the USA and spearheaded The British Invasion.

In the months and years following The Beatles’ U.S. radio and music chart debut, a barrage of British bands joined the musical assault, though none had the impact of the mop-topped quartet. Even as I shunned The Beatles, I favored the assortment of bands that followed them across the Atlantic, including The Dave Clark Five, The Animals, The Searchers, Gerry & the Pacemakers, Herman’s Hermits, The Kinks, The Zombies and, perhaps, the Fab Four’s closest challenger, The Rolling Stones, with whom I toured 25 years later. [Ed. – Neil, did you omit The Who on purpose? Long Live Rock!]

By the way, when host Ed Sullivan said, “Ladies and gentlemen, The Beatles!” the other acts scheduled to perform that night were plainly overshadowed. With the exception of impressionist Frank Gorshin, who later gained a measure of fame as “The Riddler” in the “Batman” television series, those performers — magician Fred Kaps, comedians Charlie Brill & Mitzi McCall, Welsh singer Tessie O’Shea, Georgia Brown and the Broadway cast of “Oliver!” and acrobats Wells & the Four Fays (Sullivan’s show was known for its eclectic lineup) — for the most part, were destined to become mere postscripts in Beatles’ history.

Ironically, that Beatles performance came five years after “February made me shiver…the day the music died,” as singer/songwriter Don McLean characterized it in his classic “American Pie,” after Buddy Holly, Ritchie “La Bamba” Valens and The Big Bopper (whose real name was J.P. Richardson) died in a plane crash on February 3, 1959. American pop music survived that fateful episode, but The Beatles ignited and sustained a fresh rock and roll era, as McLean pointed out with these lyrics:

“…While the sergeants played a marching tune, We all got up to dance, Oh, but we never got the chance, ’Cause the players tried to take the field, The marching band refused to yield…”

The Beatles’ arrival was timely as it provided a key distraction from the country’s ongoing anguish. It not only offered a degree of comfort and diversion, less than three months after the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, but it overlapped the burgeoning Civil Rights movement, as well as the escalating struggle that would turn into the divisive war in Vietnam.

In the band’s eight year existence, from 1962-1970, The Beatles wrote and recorded more than 200 songs. I gradually paid attention to the group’s shifting music, which ultimately enticed me to irreversibly appreciate them shortly after the release of “Abbey Road,” on the heels of my Army discharge. Consequently, I came to savor “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band,” “Revolver,” “The Beatles” (popularly referred to as “The White Album”) and “Let It Be,” the final release before they split up.

For a group that was together for less than a decade, its obvious and understated influences on the Baby Boom and succeeding generations of musicians and music lovers are timeless and noteworthy.

To paraphrase the title song from perhaps their most widely-acclaimed album, it was nearly 50 years ago today, the Fab Four came to play; they’ve never gone out of style and they’re still guaranteed to raise a smile.

It wasn’t a long and winding road that led me to appreciate The Beatles. I grew to recognize their enduring effect on rock and roll, the enormous impact they had on our culture and, indisputably, America’s conscience.

And in the end, I loved John, Paul, George and Ringo — yeah, yeah, yeah!

Neil S. Friedman is a veteran reporter and photographer, and spent 15 years as an editor for a Brooklyn weekly newspaper. He also did public relations work for Showtime, The Rolling Stones and Michael Jackson. Friedman contributes a weekly column called “Between the Lines” on life, culture and politics in Sheepshead Bay.

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  1. Thanks, Neil, for not letting Sheepshead Bites get by without a Beatles tribute. I was going to write this long, long post, but it was rambling self-serving, self-historical stuff of no interest to anyone but me.
    I’ll just say that the sheer amount of great music Lennon and McCartney wrote puts them right up along with the greats of American songwriters. I know some sophisticates would sneer at putting them in with the likes of Gershwin, or Porter, but, hey, if the Beatles’ music makes it into elevator music, you KNOW they’ve earned it 🙂

  2. Two memories come to mind besides the Sullivan Show. 1) My junior high school social studies teacher who despised all rock and roll calling it a fad that would be gone in a few years because it would never stand the test of time. Wonder what he would say now?

    2) The grand opening of a gas station on my corner who celebrated by playing “Meet the Beatles” at ear piercing levels non-stop for 24 hours a day for three solid days. Boy, was it hard to fall asleep. By the third day my father called the police to get them to lower it. He told the cop who answered that they wouldn’t stop playing the Beatles. The cop said,”You mean, I Wanna Hold Your Hand?.” My father replied, “Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.” They finally lowered the volume.

  3. At the time, many thought The Beatles were a passing fad. And in the end, their music became more than a revolution.
    Thank you for your comment and for reading the column.

  4. I have to mention this bizarre story. In early 1966, I moved to Coney Island, went to 5th grade in PS 100. One day we had a substitute teacher. He brought in a guitar and performed folk music for us. He was very very good, if a sub can keep a class entertained, you HAVE to be good. He had a slight British accent. He told us that he was very close to being in the Beatles, I forget what he said happened.
    I think I remember his last name, I think, it was Rapkin. I’ve always wondered. Would a teacher tell such a tremendous lie? I can be naïve in this way. But I’ve never found this name associated with the Beatles in any way. It’s been a sort of mystery to me.


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