Shout!: The Beatles in Their Generation

Yoko Ono, quite simply, did things that John Lennon did not dare.

fatal stabbing of a young black spectator while Mick Jagger vainly appealed to the crowd to “cool out” and love one another. Good-bye Sixties; welcome to the future.

felt personally betrayed that the man who had sung “Imagine no possessions” now had accumulated costly real estate and herds of prize cattle.

Imagine six apartments It isn’t hard to do. One is full of fur coats The other’s full of shoes.

Yoko has a refrigerated room, just for keeping her fur coats. She’s got rooms full of those clothes racks like you see at Marks and Spencer.

have fired more people than any comparable employer unit in the world. They make Lord Beaverbrook look like Jesus.

staff are terrified of them, and not without reason.

escaped from the theater by running into the adjacent fire station, sliding down the firemen’s pole, and escaping in a police car while one of the engines rushed out to create a diversion.

For the first time since its birth in Britain’s industrial dawn, Liverpool was deliberately invoked as a source of excitement, glamour, and novelty.

Paul then asked if being managed by Brian would make any difference to the music they played. Brian assured him that it would not. There was a second uneasy silence, again broken by John. “Right then, Brian,” he said. “Manage

The four who stopped running, who stood still at last in 1966, looking curiously about them, were beings such as the modern world had never seen. Only in ancient times, when boy emperors and Pharaohs were clothed, even fed, with pure gold, had very young men commanded an equivalent adoration, fascination and constant, expectant scrutiny.