I'll never forget the first time I heard the Beatles. We had a large room in our house, we called the playroom, nowadays it would be called a rumpus or family room. It had a large table and was where I did, or was supposed to do, my homework. Because it was well away from the rest of the house I could sneakily turn the radio on and listen to my favourite music without my parents noticing...for a while, anyway. This particular night the Beatles came on singing Love Me Do. It was like a thunderbolt. Their sound was so fresh, new, different and captivating that I was hooked immediately. Just as people remember where they were when they heard President Kennedy was shot I vividly remember that evening and that magical sound coming from my cheap and tinny radio.
As it happened my parents had a close friend, a single woman in her 50s, who was a Journalist for Auckland's evening newspaper. She reviewed shows that came to town and from time to time would take me along as her plus one. In return I would answer her questions after the show to give her a young teenage perspective for her reviews. I was fortunate to go with her to Roy Orbison, Frank Ifield and a few
|Some of my old theatre programmes|
My beloved Grandmother who I adored, and still do despite the fact she died many years ago, would sometimes rescue me from life with six brothers and take me out for a girly day. She loved the cinema and on occasion would take myself and my cousin to two movies in a day, one in the morning, then lunch at Smith and Caughey's, a grand old department store in Auckland, and then to another film in the afternoon. It was fun, my cousin and I revelled in it. A Hard Day's Night was on and my grandmother had heard that it was popular with young people so she took us. My cousin and I were thrilled and proud of our cool grandma. We loved it, I'm not sure about grandma! My cousin and I were amused when some girls in the front rows were screaming and my grandmother tut tutted declaring "Fancy bringing babies to a film like this" and "Why don't their mothers take them out". She was serious and we didn't have the heart to tell her the screamers were Beatles fans.
|My first Beatles LP and I still have it.|
I loved the early Beatles' music, painstakingly saving up to buy their first LP...it took me months! I went right off them, though, when they started going all psychedelic and weird. However these days I still pop their CDs on for a bit of nostalgia now and then.
Ahhhh, memories, memories, 50 years, eh,...gone in a flash..