It will air every Sunday night following Side Track Sundays 10:00pm CST
first show to air 1/29/12
“Every Little Thing” (named after the Beatles song) the one hour program presents an entirely fresh look at the Beatles, not merely a nostalgic one, covering the four musicians’ complete catalog (group and solo) right up to their newest releases. Instead of drawing on seven years of their music, this show encompasses over 50 years.
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Hear The Beatles Holiday shows at the Star Club Hamburg Germany 1962
Hours of straight jam packed Rock'n'Roll Music
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The legendary Hamburg hi-jinks also seem curiously absent, although this may have more to do with the sheer size of the Star Club and the fact that The Beatles were unhappy about spending Christmas away from home. The Kaiserkeller and Top Ten club were little more than bars, with the audience practically sitting on top of the group. The Star Club on the other hand was a much larger affair, with the stage situated at the back of the club behind a dance floor. This would have been a good deal less intimate, with the bulk of the audience situated on the other side of the dance area. But there is also the high likelihood that those who've reminisced fondly about Hamburg tend to remember only the highlights, failing to recall the sheer day-to-day ugliness of what Stu Sutcliffe called 'a human sewer', populated chiefly by those seeking sex, drink and bar fights. And for all we know, John could have been playing all these sets dressed in (as Horst Fascher once recalled) a gorilla suit. So what about the music? Are The Beatles actually drunk, as some have insinuated? Of course not. One can assume they would have indulged in a few Scotch and Cokes that night, but they are clearly in control. The performances are incredibly tight, with all the parts knitting together perfectly even at the incredible pace set by some of the tracks. Ringo proves himself, as ever, to be the powerhouse of the band, the man who put the 'beat' in 'Beatles'. His drumming never flags for a moment, even with the maximum volume demanded by the club's dimensions. George turns in a succession of neat and inventive guitar solos, only occasionally painting himself into a corner (such as with the horrible, tuneless solo to track 26, 'I Saw Her Standing There'). Paul plays the MC and unleashes some incredible solo vocals, most of which are the clear favourites of the Hamburg audience. Curiously, his bass playing is somewhat muted, lingering mostly on root notes and rarely venturing into the melodic spaces for which he is known. Perhaps he was still perfecting his style, or perhaps he felt his efforts would be wasted on an audience who, in all probability, wouldn't have known a bass line from a washing line. John, unsurprisingly, is the wild card in the pack. He does sound slightly more tipsy than the others, but one can assume that wouldn't have made too much difference to his performance. Clearly, he has no affection for the audience whatsoever, regarding them with disdain and frequently hurling insults at people (most of which were snipped out of the commercial release). He litters the endings of songs and the spaces in between with dischordant guitar noodling. Lyrics are altered to incorporate references to knickers, negroes and noses - all good stuff of legend. But rising above all this he proves himself to be (in the words of Horst Fascher) 'the greates rhythm guitarist ever'. Pumped up to maximum volume care of the in-house Fender guitar amps, he creates a perfect musical synergy with Ringo, churning out a driving rhythm that is pure rock and roll. If ever Chuck Berry had an apprentice, it was the young John Lennon. When it comes to slow ballads, the group fares less well. Although the technical facilities at the club were world class for that time, they were still not up to the task of carrying over these gentle tunes to a large, barn-like venue. Paul makes a good job of 'Till There Was You', but is obstructed (in a good-humoured way) by John parotting the words to the song in a silly voice. Other ballads, like 'To Know Her Is To Love Her', sound clumsy and out of tune. And yet there is still an indefinable quality to the music. When John, his voice weary and hoarse from the long hours at the mic, tackles Arthur Alexander's 'Where Have You Been All My Life?' the hairs on the back of one's neck begin to prickle. Though the sound balance is poor, the harmonies patchy and the tempo unsure, the group somehow transform an innoffensive teen ballad into a minor work of art. The sound is crude, but the performance is mythic. The group are stamped with the mark of future greatness. And when the songs end, The Beatles go back to talking amongst themselves. The audience, only half aware of the miracle they've just witnessed, slurp at their drinks or wander off to take a piss, while the world's greatest band plays on in the background. And that is the magic and charm of the Star Club tapes - the paradox of greatness in an utterlly mundane setting.
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