Friday, February 21, 2014

55 - John and Yoko 1969

THE HILTON HOTEL, Amsterdam


Early Beatles (Google archives)

     The Beatles hit international super-stardom the year I finished school.   In 1964 I was in my last year at Campbell College in Buies Creek, North Carolina (the only place I've ever lived which was even smaller than Aberdeen),  and I recall their record being played on the radio virtually non-stop.  It was Love-Me-Do, and it was the first time I had been aware of what was being described as the "new sound."

Whenever you awakened in the morning,  got into an automobile, or crawled into bed in the evening, it seemed Love-Me-Do was within earshot.  In my teens I had been an Elvis fan, and had followed all of the Little Richard-Fats Domino-Bo Diddley rock and rollers throughout the fifties.   I loved the early Beatles hits, but for some reason I never evolved with any pop music after that.

I not only completely missed the Rolling Stones, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix and everything else that followed, I kind of lost all notion of the Beatles, themselves, after their first couple of years revolutionizing pop music.

By the time I had moved to London at the end of the Swinging Sixties, I was aware that the Beatles were taken seriously, not only by the kids, but also by musicologists and intellectuals.  Further than that, I didn't really have a clue, and I didn't much care one way or the other about their later, more ambitious music.

At UPI, there was an older guy who manned a special United Kingdom desk.  He was the established rock music specialist, and cultivated close contacts --probably on his own time-- with many of the top rock stars.  He wasn't generally a very friendly person, and I didn't normally have occasion to work with him, but one day he proposed that I go to pick up a statement from one of the Beatles.

It turned out to be John Lennon who was just on the point of marrying Yoko Ono.  There was a lot of talk of dissension and infighting within the Beatles, and Yoko was thought to have added to the bad vibes.  It was 1969,  and although the group had not performed for over two years, no one would have dreamed at that time that they were never to appear together again.


Yoko and John 1969 (Evening Standard photo)

The fact was that John Lennon as an individual entertainer held little interest for me.  Yoko even less.  Had I been scheduled to meet the entire Beatles quartet, I would have been thrilled, but just one of them (and I wasn't entirely sure which was which) meant nothing.  With hindsight today, I find my attitude bafflingly ignorant.

So it was that with a minimum of enthusiasm and even less preparation, I went off to Apple Headquarters on Savile Row, where the group had its London offices, to pick up the press release from John and Yoko.  


I was ushered into a large office with white leather sofas around an executive desk.  John sat on one of the couches, I on another, and Yoko kind of draped herself on a cushion more or less at the feet of her future husband.  I don't think she ever opened her mouth, and I erroneously assumed she was overcome with some sort of Asian timidity.

John handed me the press release which because of his special friendship with my UPI colleague was  to be an exclusive.  He explained that he would be waiting twelve hours before releasing it to anyone else.

Wedding day (AP)
  It was the time of the Vietnam War.  The Lennons (along with most everyone else of my generation whom I knew in London) were vehemently anti-war, and they were announcing a seven-day "bed-in" at the Hilton Hotel in Amsterdam to celebrate their imminent marriage and to protest U.S. participation in the Asian conflict.

I cannot conceive today that I would have had no further questions, but I think I found all the information I needed in his prepared announcement.  So after a few banalities of which I have little memory, I thanked them and left.

Today I cringe when I think how out of touch I was, how oblivious I was to his importance in 20th Century music.   Lennon was very relaxed and friendly.  He may well have been intrigued that I showed so little interest in them, but he undoubtedly knew that his project would be reported throughout the world via United Press International, so he was probably not displeased.

The only part of the day that has left a really vivid memory occurred after the meeting.   Lennon accompanied me to the door when I left, and as he ushered me onto the courtyard, I heard little squeals  coming from behind the gates.  Just then we came face to face with a group of five or six excited teen-aged girls who proceeded to release a flurry of rose petals in our direction.

It may have been boringly routine for John Lennon, but it definitely made my day!


Apple Headquarters, 3 Savile Row



SIDEBAR:  The Honeymooners


Newlyweds in The Amsterdam Hilton's Presidential Suite (AP)


John Lennon and Yoko Ono spent their exceedingly mediatized honeymoon in the presidential suite on the ninth floor of the Amsterdam Hilton Hotel.  

Photo call (AP)
  Having been married for long-forgotten reasons in Gibraltar, the eccentric couple received members of the international press corps from their bed for a week in what was alternatively tagged as their bed-in or love-in peace protest.  Lennon later reminisced about the event in the lyrics of his song "John and Yoko." 

Much of the American press was put off  by what was often perceived as Lennon's shrill anti-American statements, and the couple's frequent publicity stunts were often seen as self-serving.

So when Lennon was refused a U.S. visa (ostensibly due to a previous marijuana possession arrest) to re-stage the anti-war stunt in New York, he received little sympathy in the local press.

They later flew to Montreal where they more or less repeated the bed-in, taking over much of the 17th floor of The Queen Elizabeth Hotel. 

Hilton by night, Amsterdam 2013 (Wikepedia)
  

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CROSS REFERENCING … a look at other postings

Another rock star, this one from the Beatles'  biggest competition,  was featured in blog No. 29, "An Encounter With Keith"  (to access, click on title).




19 comments:

24/7 in France said...


24/7 in France: Wow - how lucky to have met John. I saw them perform in Philadelphia and was a loyal Beatle fan.

Martin in Amsterdam said...

You came closer than I did Frank, although as a 16 year old I enjoyed being compared in looks with Paul McCartney. Again, fascinating, thanks.

Richard Pleasants said...

Certainly another era and appropriate in the world of
Beatle history (50 years since
debut on Ed Sullivan).
I had forgotten about the "bed in" at the Hilton in Amsterdam.

NYC said...

Great story-concise!
You get a great deal across with a limited amount of words.

Marilyn in Michigan said...


You've made a wonderfully interesting life, and had the good mind to remember it ! Thanks for your memories.

Mike in D.C. said...

Ah yes, Jack. Now forgotten his last name. He smoked camel or chesterfield cigarettes, the real deal, and died in the early 70s, was amazed at his connections with all the groups, Beatles, Stones. My interest in pop music went through the Stones, up to Sgt Pepper. That is when the wheels came off civilization ... 1967 and then into the calamitous 68. But london was still fun in 69!

Frank Pleasants said...

Thanks for remembering, Mike. Not many of us around who do! Who would have thought we'd be sitting around swapping tales about our London years 45 years on?

Joel in Fredericksburg said...

I love your nonchalant attitude to this important moment in the history of Pop! I first heard about the Beatles in Paris in the 60s from a French-Canadian friend I was visiting at the Cité internationale universitaire. He had heard about them on a car radio while driving in England and assumed at first that the discussion was about a plague of insectes!

Kathy in Red Bank said...

I am on the ferry heading to work and have just finished reading your musings. What a fabulous story! I don't remember your ever telling me that you met John and Yoko. I was a big Beatle fan when they first arrived in the States, although I wasn't one of those hysterical screamers. I enjoyed their off-beat films, they were so refreshing. And my first love when I was 15 was British so anything British appealed to me.

Ringo will be performing in Red Bank at the Count Basie Theatre in a few weeks. The tickets are expensive but I am thinking that perhaps I shouldn't miss this event which will take place in my own backyard. It would be the only time that I have seen a Beatle perform in person. I didn't attend their early concerts in Flushing Meadows. I don't like crowds, especially hysterical ones.

Marina in Amsterdam said...

Great story Frank. The John and Yoko suite can still be booked...

The Drifter said...

Good Ol' Frank. So in touch and so out of touch. All at the same time! I enjoyed this.

Chris in Norfolk, England said...

What a great memory! At the time, I did wonder at the point of staging an anti-war protest by staying in bed! It was hardly as significant as chaining themselves to railings or going on hunger strike. I don't suppose anything they did would have made much difference, so hey, why not stay comfortable, it will get just as much publicity!

Next time you and Brenda visit, I'll have some rose petals ready!

Margaret in Southern Pines said...

I enjoyed today's blog as I do all of them. I don't want you to stop!

Kathleen in North Carolina said...

What a great story/memory! II grew up during the 60s but it was later that I came to appreciate the music of John Lennon. Thank you for this posting.

Samantha in Clitheroe said...

A super story - love the nonchalance!

Jenny in Fayetteville said...

Some where I read that we get arrested in our music love after a certain age. As youths, we have time to listen, play, dance etc., then we get caught up in our career path, and get musically "arrested". Mine was changing diapers, nursery rhymes, our social life, and not day dreaming with the radio. Love the fact that you were not caught up in the 4 kids from Liverpool!

Rosanne said...

Ha, an amazing experience....and a delightful tale, Frank! Cheers, Rosanne

Jen in Sydney said...

You have certainly met some interesting people, Frank. We happened to be in New York on the day John Lennon was shot. The outpouring of grief was incredible.

Jenny in Fayetteville said...

Loved this one!