Brian Epstein and the Beatles horse-riding at airline magnate Reed Pigman’s ranch in Alton, Missouri, (where they had a 36 hour break following their concert in Dallas) September 19, 1964. Photographs by Curt Gunther
After a night awake, dawdling through poker and cigarettes and beer into the early hours, we took our pick of some wild and rugged horses. Watched with amusement by Mrs Pigman, we chose our nags according to whim; Beatles first, aides next, Brian last because - alone among us - he did know something about riding horses.
-Derek Taylor (The Beatles Anthology)
It wasn’t much fun for me. They were so relaxed and out of it that I had to drag them out of bed to get them to go on photoshoots. It was hard work because Brian worried endlessly about making sure they had tame horses and wouldn’t fall off and break a leg. Then Paul got a bit annoyed with me when I told him to toss his cigarette away. ‘Cowboys chew tobacco,’ I told him, ‘but you never see them smoking on horseback.’ All they wanted to do was play and get high.
-Curt Gunther (The Beatles and Me on Tour by Ivor Davis)
“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?”