Join Jude and Roag Best as they discuss the opening of the Casbah Coffee Club Suites Air BnB, home of the Casbah where The Quarrymen played opening night on 29 August 1959.
Roag Best
In addition, Roag tells us about his amazing Liverpool Beatles Museum and shares Mona Best’s favorite quote.
Watch “Tell Me Why” with Roag Best here: Roag Best
Roag Best on Tell Me Why Podcast
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Should Have Known Better (Vol. 4) – 1964
1964 in John’s life! “A Hard Day’s Night”, and created/recorded the accompanying, best-selling soundtrack; a World Tour, a Scottish sojourn, a lengthy North American Tour hitting cities all across the U.S. and Canada.
News from Helen Marketti who has conducted numerous Beatles-related interviews over the years. This new book features interviews with such personalities as Pete Best, Denny Laine, Peter Asher, Pattie Boyd, Jenny Boyd, May Pang, Julian Lennon, Nancy Lee Andrews, Angie McCartney, Chris O’Dell, and Brian Ray!
Her book, The Long and Winding Phone, will be officially available starting Feb. 9, 2024
Blue Jade Press, 2024
ISBN number: 978-1-961043-01-5
It is registered through the Library of Congress.
Cost will be $20. There will be a shipping and handling charge depending where it will be sent within the US will be $5.00 extra for S and H…via media mail
This is the picture sleeve that Klaus Voormann used to introduce himself to the Beatles. I have been trying to find this sleeve for many years but it simply is too expensive for me to acquire!
Klaus introduced himself to John Lennon at one of the German clubs where they were playing long hours – The Kaiserkeller – and truly honing their musical craft. To impress John, he showed John a picture sleeve he had recently designed the cover of. The sleeve was “Walk Don’t Run” by the Typhoons.
The song was also a hit for the Ventures. The sleeve is what holds the interest to many collectors as it was one of the first commercial record designs that Klaus Voormann created. When Klaus showed the sleeve to John Lennon, John told Klaus, go see “Stu” (Sutcliffe) as he is the artistic one.” This quote has been relayed by Klaus on several Youtube videos.
Astrid
When Klaus told his friend Astrid about the band and brought her to see them, she met and fell in love with Stu, and also began a time when she photographed the band and took some of the best photos ever of them. Sadly, her romance with Stu was to be short-lived as he died of a cerebral hemorrhage at a very young age. Fate was also to deny Stu the opportunity to see how big his former bandmates were to become in the musical world. Shortly before he died, Stu had left the Beatles to pursue his artistic career.
I have been looking for this picture sleeve for quite some time but unfortunately, it commands some very high prices, and I have had no luck securing a copy for what I deem to be a reasonable figure.
In the latest excerpt from Tony Broadbent’s book The One After 9:09, Tony looks at the great change from Pete Best to Ringo. Did Paul and John drive to meet Ringo?
August 16 – Thursday | In the early hours of the morning John and Paul drive across country to Butlin’s Holiday Camp, in Skegness, to recruit Ringo Starr | Meanwhile, mid-morning at the NEMS office, Whitechapel, Liverpool, by request of the three other Beatles; and quite without warning; Brian Epstein sacks Pete Best from the group | Not The Beatles’ finest hour; and only understandable in the light John, Paul, and George all thought that if they didn’t act—and get a different drummer—they’d lose their hard-won Parlophone recording contract.
£25 a Week
| Ringo agrees to join The Beatles—for £25 per week—but elects to play on with Rory Storm and The Hurricanes until the weekend | That evening Johnny ‘Hutch’ Hutchinson, of The Big Three, is drafted in as drummer for The Beatles’ scheduled gig at the prestigious Riverpark Ballroom, Chester.
PAUL McCARTNEY pressed his foot down hard on the accelerator and, wheels spinning, tyres screeching, his ‘new’ Goodward-green Ford Consul Classic shot forward from the traffic lights. There wasn’t a minute to lose. He and John had left Liverpool at the crack of dawn to make the 160-mile journey, across country, to the seaside resort of Skegness. Only this was no pleasure trip, but a rescue mission. To rescue themselves, their group, and the recording contract that was almost certainly now within their grasp.
Off to Butlin’s
The sole reason they were speeding to the Butlin’s Holiday Camp, located on the east coast of England, to pick up Ringo Starr. And once they’d got both him and his drums packed safely inside the car and the trunk, they’d turn right round again and make the long journey back home.
Paul had decided not to go via Manchester and Sheffield, but opted instead for the more southerly route through Warrington, Stockport, and Chesterfield, before finally making for Lincoln and Skegness. “It’ll be much faster that way. Less traffic.”
Thermos Flask?
“The speed you drive, Paul, I’m surprised we’re not already meeting ourselves coming back. Just get us there in one piece, will yer?” John yawned and poured himself another cup of coffee from the Thermos flask Paul’s dad had given them. “Incidentally, your dad could’ve put some bloody milk in here,” sniffed John. “It’s just like that Nazi crap we drank in Hamburg.”
“Well if you’d just like to step outside the car and get yourself some, John, I’ll be back this way in about five or six hours.”
“Ha, bloody, ha, but no complaints, it’ll do till we get there. Anyroad, I’m just really glad Ringo said, yes, to our ‘Eppy’.”
“Me, too, as it’s clear Pete can’t help get us where we’re going to.” Paul glanced over at his friend. “So, you’re okay with it, now, John?”
“What? The coffee?”
“No, dafty, what we’re doing now…dumping Pete for Ringo.”
“Yeah, I am.” John nodded. “But only because of the group, Pauly, nowt else. You’ve always got to think of the group, first. That’s what I did when I first met you. You could play better than me, so I didn’t hesitate, the group was that much stronger with you in it.”
Paul nodded and smiled. “I’m glad you did, Mr Lennon. Only, that’s what our George has been on about, all this time, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it is. I thought he was a right drag, going on and on about it, at first, but after both Decca and EMI, well, I changed my mind.”
“Funny, our George, then George Martin coming to the same conclusion…both pushing for a change so the group could sound better.”
Us Being Better
“But that’s it, Pauly, us being better as a group. We’ve always got to do that, you and me, or what’s the bloody point? Just playing the same old things, the same old way, would get us nowhere. It’d kill me, for sure. Kill us, too. And that’s not what it means to be a Beatle.”
“It’s like when we write our songs…always trying to make them better than the last one…then trying to make them better each time we play them. Like that harmonica piece you worked out on, ‘Love Me Do’. It made the song sound so…so much better…real bluesy, like.”
“That was from me listening to that Delbert Clinton play harmonica for Bruce Channel. What a terrific bloke. He showed me some real nice licks on the harp. That’s what I mean, you see, it’s always searching for what’ll make what’s good sound that much better.”
Paul ripped right into ‘Searchin’—the root of anything and everything good yet to come.
John started in on ‘One After 909’—one of the first songs he’d ever written that he’d thought was any good.
Paul joined in—right on track—harmonising—seamlessly.
Paul laughed. “Right, then, you bugger, now one of mine.” And then he lit straight into ‘I Saw Her Standing There’.
John nodded, imagined, reached for new and different notes, and harmonised in fourths, as Paul sang in fifths. It sounded great. They both nodded, then. Yeah, that’s a real keeper.
And that’s how they went on for miles and miles. The two of them singing and laughing and joking and thinking and smoking and chatting—in between challenging each other with their favourite songs. Some of which they’d written together.
It is a day that has gone down in Beatles history and surrounded by myths, conspiracy theories and misdirection.
What really happened to Pete Best on that day? Was he fired?
The full story is in Finding the Fourth Beatle, but in the following YouTube video, David Bedford explains what really happened. Discover whether Pete Best was fired by Brian Epstein or not.
March 17 – Saturday — Liverpool | Knotty Ash Village Hall | ‘St. Patrick’s Night Rock Gala’ | Sam Leach sets up a special ‘Battle of The Bands’ between The Beatles and Rory Storm and the Hurricanes | Later friends and family attend a private party to celebrate Sam’s engagement to Joan McEvoy | Brian Epstein and Bob Wooler among the guests.
RINGO STARR hit the snare with a crack. Rory Storm threw his arm out, pointed at the audience, held a finger up to heaven, and stepped into ‘Blue Suede Shoes’. He rolled his shoulders, thrust out two fingers, and Ringo cracked the snare a second time. On three, Rory shook his arm and snapped his head from side to side. On four, he swivelled his pelvis, stiffened his legs, and spun round. The cat now well and truly out of the bag, he trembled all over, slowly rolled his head, shook his curly blond locks, dipped and dropped, jumped and jived, spun round again, told everyone they could do whatever they wanted to. Then he suddenly stopped, snarled, curled his lip, looked mean, magnificent—real cool, man, cool—and growled that everyone better lay off Sam’s Hush Puppy suede shoes. He paused for the very briefest of moments—let the moment crackle in the air—then Rory Storm and The Hurricanes set about blowing the roof off.
Rory Storm and the Hurricanes
The full rocking force of Liverpool’s ‘Mr Showmanship’ swept up everything before it. This was ‘the Storm’ everyone loved—Rory leaping and writhing, his shocking canary-yellow suit a never-ending blur. The Hurricanes in matching sky-blue suits and ties, forever dipping and diving behind him. Rory whirling the microphone stand around his head. Rory trembling like he’d been electrocuted. Rory prancing. Rory dancing. Rory jumping. Rory strutting. Rory twisting. Rory twirling. Owning the stage, owning the night. Unstoppable. Unbeatable. Unsurpassable.
It was Battle of the Band – Liverpool-style
“Bloody hell, Sam, will you look at that,” shouted John Lennon. “He’s out to bloody bury us, he is.”
“Well, he always did in Hamburg…always does at ‘the Tower’,” George Harrison, piped in. “So, I can’t see as how our Rory would be any different, tonight, given even half a chance, like.”
“I bet the swine swipes all our best rock ‘n’ roll numbers, too,” moaned Paul. “We’ll just have to make up our song-list as we go. See what he leaves us. If he leaves us anything, that is.”
Sam Leach laughed. “Well, it’s a rockin’ good way to start off my engagement party, lads. Just you remember, all those punters out there are paying for all the food and booze you’ll be scoffing down, later.”
“Well, in that case, Sam,” sniffed John, narrowing his eyes. “We’ll just have to go blow all those Rory Storm clouds away, won’t we?”
Rory lit into ‘Be-Bop-A-Lula’.
“That’s my bloody song,” John exploded. “Gene Vincent’s and mine. I’ll do Rory, He knows that’s my favourite number.”
Summertime Blues
For the next hour, Rory Storm and The Hurricanes grabbed the best songs in the rock ‘n’ roll cupboard. He took Elvis’s Top Ten rockers and then stole Eddie Cochran’s very best songs, including Sam’s all-time favourite, ‘Summertime Blues’. Then he made off with Buddy Holly’s catchiest riffs, before reaching for Carl Perkins’ ‘Lend Me Your Comb’. He swiped ‘Cathy’s Clown’ and ‘Claudette’ from the Everly Brothers. Took ‘I Got A Woman’ from Ray Charles. Then turned up the gas even higher still with Jerry Lee Lewis’s ‘Great Balls of Fire’.
Everyone’s nerves and brains utterly rattled, he smiled his million-watt smile, pointed to each Hurricane, in turn, smiled at the crowd, combed his curly golden locks with his giant plastic comb for one last time. He did the splits, rebounded, stood to attention, bowed from the waist, swivelled his pelvis, spun round and around and was gone.
“Sweet Lord,” muttered George. “We have to follow that?”
“What with?” Paul sighed.
“Let’s bloody hit them with ‘Johnny B Goode’,” snarled John.
“Righto, Johnno,” shouted Paul. “I’ll blow their ear drums to smithereens with me Hofner bass.” He turned to the other Beatles. “Pete. You hit them with your ‘atomic’ beat. And George?”
“Yeah, Pauly?”
“Go ring that bloody bell, why don’t yer.”
The Beatles at the Cavern
John strode onto the stage and grabbed hold of the mike. “This is a number by Chuck Berry…a Liverpool-born school-teacher with bad teeth and no humour.” George hit straight into the opening riff and he and his fellow Beatles lit into ‘School Day’, as if possessed. And for the next hour-and-a-half The Beatles kept up a blistering pace, not letting up for an instant. They followed their opening number with even more of Chuck Berry’s best.
“Long Tall Sally”
Then ripped through Little Richard’s repertoire with Paul taking the lead on ‘Long Tall Sally’, ‘Tutti-Frutti’, and ‘Kansas City’. John kept things spinning with Larry William’s ‘Dizzy, Miss Lizzy’ and Carl Perkins’ ‘Honey Don’t’. George took a turn with Tommy Roe’s ‘Sheila’, Bobby Vee’s ‘Take Good Care of My Baby’, and The Coasters’ ‘Youngblood’.
You Really Got A Hold On Me
To give his band-mates’ voices a break, Pete opened up Carl Perkins’ ‘Matchbox’ and followed that with The Shirelles’ hit ‘Boys’. Paul went ‘Searchin’ for The Coasters again. John gave people another hit of Arthur Alexander’s ‘A Shot of Rhythm and Blues’, reintroduced them to ‘Anna’, before grabbing everyone by the throat with Smokey Robinson’s ‘You Really Got a Hold on Me’. Then he capped everything off with Barrett Strong’s ‘Money’. After which, the place exploded into one long roar of cheers, whistling, stamping, and thunderous applause.
Sam Leach
Sam Leach ran onto the stage, as wrung-out as if he’d been up there playing the music himself. He clapped, cheered, took hold of the microphone, and waved everyone to silence. “Blimey O’Riley! I’ve never seen or heard anything as spectacular as what happened here at tonight’s ‘Battle of the Bands’ and I doubt if any of us will ever see the likes of it again, however long we live.” Everyone clapped and cheered for their favourite band. Sam patted the air with his hands—waited for all the noise to die down. “So listen…what can I say? There can be no winners tonight other than all of you and me…and all of Liverpool…for being home to such fabulous entertainers as…Rory Storm and The Hurricanes! And The Beatles!”
Ray Charles
He turned, applauded both bands again, asked the audience to show their appreciation again, and then left the stage. The hall exploded into another riot of clapping, stamping, cheering, and whistling. After it showed no sign of abating, Sam ran back on, took up the microphone and held it between his hands as if in prayer. “What do you say, fellas? Ray Charles’ ‘What’d I Say?’ to bring the night to a proper close? Send everyone off home, drained but deliriously happy?”
Sam spun round and cocked his head and raised his eyebrows—in mute question—and the three hundred or so beat fans roared, cheered and stamped their feet in response. John Lennon and Rory Storm glanced at one another, nodded. The two drummers settled back behind their drum kits. Guitars got re-plugged into amplifiers. And the two bands came together as one. Then Rory and John and Paul took turns in stretching their final song’s call and response to its very limits. And for a good twenty minutes or more Knotty Ash Village Hall rocked on its very foundations and Sam Leach’s ‘St. Patrick’s Night Rock Gala’ rolled into local legend as the one night of rock ‘n’ roll no beat fan alive should ever have missed.
