August 27, 1967; 

Beatles manager Brian Epstein passes away. 

“If anyone was the fifth Beatle, it was Brian.” -Paul McCartney; 1999

“I knew that we were in trouble [when Brian died]. I didn’t really have any misconceptions about our ability to do anything other than play music and I was scared. I thought, ‘We’ve fuckin’ had it.’” -John Lennon; 1970


Brian Epstein who died 27th August 1967. 

Pictures are The Beatles and Brian Epstein at the Westwood Hotel in Anchorage, Alaska, 27th-28th June 1966. On their way to Japan, the group had to make an unscheduled stop in Alaska to avoid Typhoon Kit. In these photos, taken by Robert Whitaker, bored Beatles and Brian are taking polaroid photos of each other while they wait out the typhoon - I think there is a real feel of the ‘eye of the storm’ to the photos, literal and metaphorical. In the last image John, George and Brian are examining a polaroid picture (reflected in John’s glasses?) 

“It seems to me that with everything going on, someone ought to be looking after you.“

[Brian on 3 December 1961, proposing the notion of him managing the Beatles to John, Paul, George and Pete.
Quoted in The Beatles: A Biography by Bob Spitz.]

God bless you, Brian. x 

Pics: Robert Whitaker, courtesy of Getty Images. 


The Beatles - “Hey Jude”


The Beatles rehearsing for The Ed Sullivan Show, 14 August 1965; Elvis Presley perusing a magazine featuring The Beatles. Photo 1 © John Pedin/New York Daily News; photo 2 © unknown.

On 27 August 1965, The Beatles and Elvis met.

“He was exactly as I thought he would be. Very friendly, very hospitable, easy, relaxed and very interested in us and our music. A real star in every sense of the word.” - George Harrison on Elvis Presley, Disc Weekly, 4 September 1965

“When we arrived at his house, he was sitting on a couch, watching TV, playing a Fender bass. And it was set up pretty good, ’cause it would be a difficult thing—the Beatles meeting Elvis—but it was set up nicely. He had a few of his mates around, and we had our roadies and our manager, and Colonel Tom was there, and the drinks and the pool table… it was just like wandering around, saying ‘Hello, how are you doing?,’ having a drink. He was really nice and he was charming, and it was a big thrill for us, meeting him - especially because… well, we looked forward to it, but it was probably up on Mullholland Drive, which goes around and around and around, and we were in the dark, in the back of this limo. We used to smoke these herbal cigarettes in those days, and we had a couple of those and we had the giggles, going into hysterics, and then we totally forgot where we were going or what we were doing. And suddenly, we pulled up at this big gate and we said, 'What is it? Where are we? What’s going on?’ And then somebody said, 'It’s Elvis!’ 'We’ve come to see Elvis!’ Somebody opened the door and we all fell out of this limo, just like the Rutles, all giggling, and we ran in the house and there was Elvis sitting there playing this bass.

[…] [I]t was a good night, and certainly a great thrill and an honor to meet him. I met him later at Madison Square Garden - it must have been in 1972, something like that. And at that time, I had my uniform; the worn-out denim jacket and jeans - looked like a rag-man - and I had a big beard and moustache, and long hair down to my waist. They took me back in the intermission to meet Elvis again and he was in the back of the dressing room - the big rooms with the showers for the footballers and stuff - and I was in the front part just talking to some of the guys. And I’m sitting there, thinking 'Well, where’s Elvis, then?’ And finally he came out of the back and he was… immaculate. I felt like this real grubby little slug and he looked like Lord Siva or something. He seemed to be about eight feet tall and his hair was black and his tan was perfect and he had this big white suit, a gold belt about four feet wide and he was towering above me and I just put a hand out (cowers) and said 'Hello, Elvis, how are you?’ - just cowering like this little rag-man. I wanted to say to him, 'Why don’t you just come out in your jeans and your black shirt - get rid of all them horrible women singers in your band, all them horrible trumpet players and just have James Burton and the drummer and the bass player and the piano player? Just come out and do "That’s All Right, Mama.”’ But instead he came out and did (sings) 'I did it myyy wayyyy.’ Oh, Jesus. But we all loved Elvis and it was sad to see what happened to him. We still love him and he’s still there in his spirit and in his music and best of luck to him, that’s what I say.“ - George Harrison, Creem, December 1987/January 1988