As you can see by this unlucky blogger, either Apple or the RIAA have been demanding the taking down of any online Beatles stuff, including their Xmas records.
If you hurry, I've found mp3's at norwegianwood.org
that haven't been killed yet. The links to each Xmas record are at the bottom of the page, so gopher it!!!
Or, at the risk of having them jump on ME, here they are:
Let me know if they fail to work.
Also, in my wanderings I stumbled upon a website full of Beatles photo galleries that I thought some of you may not have seen yet:
LENNON-MCCARTNEY FAN GALLERY
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Larry Kane, from John Lennon Revealed:
I ARRIVED IN ST LOUIS to watch the Beatles concert at Busch Stadium, and Brian Epstein invited me to join them afterward on the plane from St Louis to New York. It was on the plane, for almost two hours, that John Lennon and I fought an intense verbal battle over the war in Vietnam. At first, John was thrilled to see me, but when he noticed that my hair was closely cropped, he sensed the implications and roared into a tirade.
"You're f***ing with me, Larry. I can't believe you piece of shit. Ya' look like you've been scalped at Custer's Last Stand."
"I'm just doing my thing for my country," I answered.
Taut and angry, he replied, "Your thing sucks."
We were sitting in a rear row of the airplane, drinking and smoking, when John recommended in no uncertain terms that I desert my country. "Why don't you come over to England and we'll find you a good job?"
I answered, "John, no way. This is my obligation, and I was lucky to get into the reserves."
"What the hell is 'lucky'? You're serving a f***ed-up cause."
"I'm just doing this thing for my country. I have to do this thing."
"I say it again: your bloody war sucks!"
Head-to-head, jaw-to-jaw, we argued the case for and against war. John was so angry about my voluntarily going into the military that his cheeks flushed as he argued his side. What surprised me, in the heat of the moment, was the passionate force in his feelings. He was so wound up that I thought he was going to jump out of his seat.
In retrospect, which is always clearer than real-time thinking, John was years ahead of his time in his perspective on the war in Vietnam. His view of a mighty power fighting a lost cause for all the wrong reasons would be validated by the succeeding decade. I, on the other hand, was doing at the time what I thought my country needed me to do.
A funny bit of irony resulted from the mid-air debate that was sparked by the sight of my cropped hair. Following the 1966 tour, movie producer Dennis O'Dell and director Richard Lester talked John into playing the role of army private Gripweed in the movie How I Won the War. O'Dell, who helped mould the Beatles' first film, A Hard Day's Night, says it wasn't easy getting John fully on board:
"It was a natural for him, but he had to change his look. After all, he was playing a soldier, not a musician. He wasn't especially happy about what would happen."
What happened was a haircut. John agreed to have his hair sheared short for the role, but not without trepidation. He was concerned, among other things, that his hair clippings would be sold for profit. So, in true Lennon form, he had the hair clippings burned, reminding me of the time in Seattle at the Edgewater Hotel when he and his Beatle buddies urinated on a carpet they were standing on to prevent people from seizing it and cutting it into pieces to sell as Beatles memorabilia.
The movie, a minor success, had an anti-war theme and provided another opportunity for John Lennon to participate in his most urgent cause. Most of the film was shot in Almeria, Spain, and it was there that he composed the song 'Strawberry Fields Forever'.
When I saw the film, I had a little personal giggle. Just a few months after my haircut, John got his. Visiting London in 1968, I reminded him of the irony. He was only slightly amused.
Our wartime debate continued over the years. John was so far ahead of the curve. History will show that his aggressive anti-war theme was launched years before other celebrities would jump on the bandwagon.
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