Before the days of Power Point and Prezi, employees at NASA would have to go about conveying their knowledge in a much more laborious way: chalk, board, and likely tears. It wasn’t all in vain, though; 1961 was the year that the first man–a Russian cosmonaut–entered space, and the United States was scrambling to catch up.
Interview w/ Julia Baird (Excerpt, There For The Banana Milkshake)
1987 (MPL Communications, London): Paul talks to Julia Baird about going to Paris with John in 1961.
PAUL: We went to Paris – we were supposed to be in Spain, but we couldn’t get past Paris, we enjoyed that so much – on the strength of his hundred quid [given to him] when he was twenty-one. We went hitchhiking. We kind of said, “Well, look, I mean, we can get to Spain on this,” you know, a hundred quid, and he was kind of um… I mean, I don’t think he was funding me as much as he was spending.
JULIA: Yeah, yeah.
PAUL: And I’d be there for the banana milkshake. [Julia and Paul laugh] You know, I’d just happen to be there while he was spending. I think I kind of paid my own way. But we hitched, we hitched out. And we used – we realised that in – hitching, in those days, was much safer, obviously, than it is to hitchhike now – and we realised that we had to have a bit of a gimmick. So we both had these leather jackets and we had bowlers, we got bowler hats. We thought that’ll take the edge of the kind of hoodie look, you know, that sort of ruffian look, in these bowlers. And you kind of go, “Hey!” and people would stop, you know, because this is just a couple of daft guys in bowler hats, they don’t look like a threat.
So we hitched down to Hoek van Holland or somewhere, Harwich, Hoek van Holland or somewhere like that, got over to Paris anyway. Got a bit drunk on the French beer, which was great, ‘cause we’d been drinking beer, the British stuff, and we felt we could handle that, but it was this foreign stuff, it really went to our heads. So we had a quite fun crossing there… It was great, it was so adventurous. I’d never done anything like that, I know I’d never been out of Liverpool. I’d been to Pwllheli, Skegness, and Leamington Spa. That had been the whole of my travels, you know. So it was very exciting to get off on your own with a mate like John.
The Beatles onstage at The Cavern, Liverpool, mid-1961, possibly photographed by Bob Dean (image found via The Savage Young Beatles)
“‘We probably loved the Cavern best of anything,’ says George. ‘It was fantastic. We never lost our identification with the audience all the time. We never rehearsed anything, not like the other groups, who kept on copying the Shadows. We were playing to our own fans who were just like us. They would come in their lunch-times to hear us and bring their sandwiches to eat. We would do the same, eating our lunch while we played. It was just spontaneous. Everything just happened.’
‘It was really a dump,’ says Mrs Harrison. 'There was no air at all. The sweat used to drip off them or off the walls and onto the amps and fuse them. But they’d just carry on all the same, singing on their own. John used to shout out things at the audience. They all did. They’d tell them to shuttup. But George never used to say anything or smile. Girls were always asking me why he looked so serious. He used to say, “I’m the lead guitar. If the others make mistakes through larking around, no one noticed, but I can’t make mistakes.” He was always very serious about his music, and the money. He always wanted to know how much they were getting.’
Like the Chevrolet Impala and Plymouth Fury, the Galaxie started as a sub-series. In 1959, the Galaxie was part of the Fairlane line. Galaxie displaced Fairlane as the top tier full-size car model in 1960.