Концерт 20 августа 1965 года, Чикаго, Comiskey Park

2игорь комсомоленко:

>Может это саунд-чек?

Может. Потому что первая, фронтальная фотография так и подписана. К тому же фото сделаны очень близко и сбоку (Пол, Джордж), это значит что фотограф находился прямо на сцене. Чего не концерте быть не может.

Но даже если это и концерт, то мечтать как на Shea иметь забитый до отказа стадион, наверное и сами Битлз не могли себе позволить. Обычная посещаемость концертов Битлз на стадионах насколько помню - 15-20 тыс. Этот вмещал в те времена 29.

Comiskey Park was very modern for its time. It was the fourth concrete-and-steel stadium in the major leagues, and the third in the American League. As originally built, it sat almost 29,000, a record at the time. Briefly, it retained the nickname "The Baseball Palace of the World."

О, сорри, это данные на момент открытия в 1910 году.
В 60-ые количество зрителей было побольше.
Хотя сложно понять, почему вместимость скачет таким образом:


Capacity
28,800 (1910) 52,000 (1927) 50,000 (1938) 51,000 (1939) 50,000 (1940) 46,550 (1942) 50,934 (1953) 44,492 (1969) 43,951 (1990)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comiskey_Park

Beatles Fans Sobbing at Concert

Original caption: 8/20/1965-Chicago, IL- While thousands screamed, these two Beatles fans sobbed their hearts out during an afternoon appearance of the British rock and roll performers at Comiskey Park here 8/20. About 20,000 fans were on hand for the early performance

Конферанс радиоведущего Кларка Уэбера



Clark Weber is one of the legendary radio voices in Chicago over the past five decades. He still lives in the area, running an advertising agency Clark Weber & Associates specializing in radio advertising for the 50+ market.





Rick: I have to ask you this right out of the box because I love this story so much. Could you tell the story about the day you introduced the Beatles on stage at Comiskey Park?

Clark: Capitol Records threw a luncheon that afternoon for WLS and the Beatles at the Saddle & Cycle Club on Lake Shore Drive. A good friend of mine, Jim Feeley, was dating a model named Winkie, and I invited them to come along. Well, Winkie showed up in a two-piece tennis outfit, and she looked incredible. I sat her next to George Harrison and his eyes almost popped out of his head. She made nice with him for a little while and George really thought she was going to be staying with him all day. When Winkie got up to leave a few minutes later to go to a modeling audition, George was wounded. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said. Winkie replied: “Oh yeah? Well watch me.” Later that night Feeley called me and asked if she could come to the concert, and I said—‘You’re really pushing it’, but I did get her in. So, flash forward twenty years later. A photographer from the Sun-Times called me up to say he had a photograph he wanted me to see. It was the Beatles on stage at Comiskey Park. I’m standing to the side of the stage and so is Winkie, and George Harrison is on stage looking right at Winkie, giving her the dirtiest look imaginable. Winkie later married a pro football player, moved down to Texas and had five kids, but George never got near her.

Rick: What was it like on stage that night?

Clark: As soon as Bernie Allen and I walked onto the stage, the crowd went crazy because they knew what was coming. There were 38,000 screaming teenage girls and the sound was indescribable. I told Bernie to hold his hand out with his fingers spread. We could feel the vibrations in our fingers. I don’t think anyone in that ballpark heard a single second of the show. I was standing right next to the stage and I didn’t hear it.

http://chicagoradiospotlight.blogspot.com/2007/05/clark-weber.html

Похоже на фанфик, но говорят что было реально и в журнале печатались чудесные воспоминания юной фанатки Пола:



MEETING THE BEATLES
A 1965 Encounter With Paul McCartney

Most female Beatles fans who screamed and waved at the Fab Four during their touring days were completely lost in a chorus of similar screams and waves. Jorie Gracen was a happy exception. She writes of her 1965 encounter with Paul McCartney after a Beatles concert in this article originally published in Beatlefan #11, August 1980.)

It was the summer of 1965, and I had luckily obtained a pair of front-row tickets for The Beatles' 8 p.m. Aug. 20 concert at Chicago's Comiskey Park. The second ticket I had was for my mother, who planned to join me (not as a Beatles fan, but as my bodyguard, since I was only 13 years old at the time).

I was quite excited at the thought of seeing The Beatles in the flesh! I wondered what Paul looked like close up. As the time drew near, I fantasized about how I would act if I met Paul face to face. I told myself I would not scream or faint. (Ho! Ho!) But at that moment, amidst hystrical shrieking, the concert began. The Beatles, of course, were the last group to perform, and I waited impatiently, hoping the supporting acts would finish soon.

At last, the time had come. All 60,000 fans inside Chicago's most famous ballpark let out the most deafening squeals of delight as their heroes bounced onstage. Paul was all smiles and waves. I thought he was more handsome in person than in his pictures. John warmly welcomed the audience, looking very macho. Ringo and George stared in amazement as they were quite taken by the thunderous ovations. George looked much thinner and shorter than I imagined. Ringo had the bluest eyes I had ever seen.

They ran through their numbers sounding so much better live than on their albums. Though the Chicago fans kept up their screaming throughout the concert, The Beatles, remarkably, could be heard above it all. (At least on the front row.)

I remember George bouncing a ball onstage that someone had thrown. John was doing little dances and at one point started talking jibberish over Paul's introduction. Paul, a bit perturbed, hit John lightly in the shoulder. John, of course, hit him back a little harder. Then they both started a hand clapping game between themselves. When that was through, they started "Baby's in Black" and did their familiar waltzing (with their guitars) routine.

All the time, I kept yelling to Paul, hoping he'd acknowledge my existence. He ignored me completely and just kept on with the show. John heard my screams for Paul and a few times came over to the side of the stage. (I was on John's side.) He waved to me a few times, but I had eyes only for Paul. Towards the middle of the show, John took off his jacket. He looked straight at me all the while, trying to see if he could get my undivided attention, but I kept yelling "Paul!" (sorry, John). Then John made a motion to (unzip?) his pants. (Now, I was watching!) The crowd, of course, went wild. At the crucial moment, John gave a tug at his waist, smiling very innocently at the crowd, which by now had lost control. There came shouts for "MORE!" John wasn't going to give it to them.

Not to be outdone by John, Paul got down on one knee and asked the hysterical audience, "Which side loves ME better?" Guess whose side won.

Both George and Paul took great pleasure in doing anything that would excite the audience. (It didn't take much.) In a spur of the moment move, they decided to walk offstage. People started running out after them while the police did the best they could to stop them. After it was all under control, the police went over to the two naughty Beatles who had started the whole thing and proceeded to chase them back onto the stage. Paul did not take kindly to it but decided that it was safer to be onstage.

It was getting toward the end of the concert and I decided to wait for the first lull in the crowd to try and get Paul's attention. I got on top of my chair, wearing a shocking pink and white polka-dot outfit that I had bought especially for this occasion (the things we have to do in these heathen countries) and figured it was now or never! The stadium became quiet as John announced the next song. I leaped out of my chair, higher than I could imagine (they caught the bottom of my feet on the midnight news!). As I hit the peak of my jump, I screamed "PAUL!" as loud as I could and did a spread-eagle (split) in mid-air (my cheerleading days finally paid off). As his name echoed around the stadium, he turned to see me in mid-air and did a double take. (So did my mom.) Then he leaped up in the air, did a spread-eagle also (he almost didn't make it) and waved back to me. Of course, I was overwhelmed.

The concert ended with a fantastic version of "I'm Down". By then, my mother and I were fighting over the binoculars. (And she said she didn't like The Beatles!) When the concert ended, I was sad indeed but right up on Cloud Nine. I watched The Beatles drive off in what looked like a golf cart. They were taken to the empty bleacher section, where they quickly ran up some stairs and disappeared into another section of the ballpark.

We waited around for the crowd to clear out after the show. I ran down one of the stairways alone, looking for an exit, and got myself lost in one of the empty tunnels. It was then that I noticed a barricaded tunnel.

As I stood there staring at it, wondering where it went, someone came up from behind me and grabbed me! As the person grabbed me, a girl who came out of nowhere started screaming "PAUL! PAUL!" She ran excitedly towards us. I turned around to see who was holding me, as whoever it was kept sneaking behind my line of vision. All of a sudden, it seemed like thousands of screaming girls were running towards us. Then I turned and saw Paul! He let go of me (unfortunately) and quickly took off. (Boy, can he run!) Without effort, he leaped over the barrier and ran for his life. He disappeared down the tunnel with the crowd in hot pursuit.

I stood there stunned, not believing what had just happened to me. The police rushed in to control the crowd and I, of course, was the first one they headed for. One cop grabbed me (I guess it was my day for being grabbed) and pulled me away from the charging crowd. He pinned me up against the wall, mainly for my own safety. (Thank goodness!) Everyone was trying to get past the barrier but the police already had formed a solid wall of officers to hold off the crowd. I must say, it got a little out of hand.

When I finally got out of there, my mother wondered what had happened to me since I was quite dazed and shook up, not to mention hard of hearing. I told her she'd never understand, and left it at that. It was one night I'd never forget.

http://www.beatlefan.com/Archiveencounter.htm

They toured several times, though the tours were not particularly musical. At Shea stadium and Comiskey Park they played into the PA system so the sound quality wasn't good. The boys have said they couldn't hear what they were playing for all the screaming. They biggest amp up to the time was 100 watts, and it was made specially for them. Needless to say, there were people in the cheap seats who heard almost no music.

http://ca.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080327193200AAZeHuQ

Еще одна версия количества посетителей:

August 20: Comiskey Park Chicago, Illinois: Another baseball venue, Comiskey Park was the home of baseball's White Sox. The Beatles performed two shows (one at 3:00 p.m. and one at 8:00 p.m.) to a total crowd of 52,000 for both shows.

http://applescruffs.www1.50megs.com/beatlesontour2.html

все тикеты на дневной концерт:

http://www.rarebeatles.com/photopg7/chica65.htm

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2Expert: на последней фоте гитара у Джорджа другая что ли, не такая как на Shea? А если фото с саундчека, то интересно, что в Штатах у них они вообще имели место быть ввиду трудностей с безопасностью. Но они были?

2Воробьёв Александр:

>2Expert: на последней фоте гитара у Джорджа другая
>что ли, не такая как на Shea?

И он, и Джон по ходу выступления меняли гитары. Возможно, что на этом концерте меняли. Только нет фот.

2Воробьёв Александр:

>Но они были?

Конечно. Про трудности с безопасностью слышал только в отношени 66 года. Тот же стадион Shea показывает, что полиция была на уровне и никого к сцене не подпускала.

Ну а японцы - те вообще все забронировали и вроде даже самих битлов не хотели в какой-то момент на концерт пускать. Но потом одумались...

2Expert: на вашем фото, которое в оригинале из Нью-Йорка 1965 - исполнение песни A Hard Day's Night. Джордж играл на 12-струнке, как на альбоме. Кое-какие гитары были на подмене у них, в т.ч. полуакустики Gibson. На случай, например, если какая-либо из гитар выйдет из строя на концерте. Тур примечателен наличие клавишных (I'm Down). И исполнением сравнительно длинного кавера Dizzy Miss Lizzy Ларри Уильмса на этих концертах (песня из альбома Help).
Насчет безопасности - Битлз вспоминали, что крайне нечасто выходили из отеля во время турне, особенно в Штатах. Я и спросил про саундчек. Должно быть, они имели место. В Англии были точно перед концертами в театрах.

2Воробьёв Александр:

>На случай, например, если какая-либо из гитар
>выйдет из строя на концерте.

Гитары меняли в номерах скорее по причине свойств их акустических.

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2Expert: с новыми полуакустиками их можно лицезреть на концерте победитель опроса журнала NME в 1965 году (в Анталогии есть фрагменты шоу). Там они на нескольких песнях их использовали.

Я думаю, что бы было, если бы The Beatles попробовали утихомирить взбесившуюся толпу подобно Джиму Моррисону (что-то вроде "Вы же не хотите, чтобы мы исполняли музыку... А идите вы ...! Мы пришли, чтобы исполнять музыку!" Фанаты бы их смели с лица земли от гнева, от того, что их некогда кумиры поняли, что публике, в общем, наплевать на музыку в рок-н-ролле, что публика вознесла оный до небес почти исключительно как средство выпускания пара? Были ли у Ливерпульской Чётверки силы противостоять публике? Извините, накипело. :(