By Mersey Beat readers
I still love Lulu! I read your bio on Beryl Marsden, what a sad story. I
downloaded her version of "I Know" to check her out. She could've been super
big; she had the voice and looks. The bio was fascinating and reminded me of
another incredible talent, Sandie Shaw. When I'm on your site I can't pull
The British Invasion was the most exciting thing in American music! WOW! I love
this site! (I Googled the Fourmost and ended up here) This music and these
people are why I became a musician. I've got a lot more reading to catch up on
so I've added this site to my favorites. I could never understand why Cilla
wasn't a big star over here; no white girl over here had a voice that strong. I
plan on putting a link to Mersey Beat on my web site at www.MunkMusic.com.
Thanks for this wonderful site!
(Beryl and Sandie are great friends, although their first meeting, as described
in Sandie’s autobiography, didn’t indicate how close they would become.
Sandie writes: “I first met Beryl, the scouse scallywag, on the Northern line –
I was being followed. On leaving Ann O’Dell’s house in Hampstead I walked
anonymously to the Underground. I had just attended my first Buddhist meeting
there. That annoying, chirpy, Liverpudlian woman who had been sitting opposite
me in the circle of people gathered around Annie’s Buddhist shrine was still
insisting on getting my attention….click, click, those spiky heels of hers
pestered me along the side of the train and into the compartment. She sat down
beside me. I concentrated on staring out of the window, trying to ignore her
“Hi! I’m Beryl Marsden. I just saw you at that meeting didn’t I? Are you a
Buddhist then?’ she intruded cheerily.
I froze in panic.
“Well?” she persisted, extending her offer of friendship further.
“Yes, I am,” I volunteered grudgingly.
We traveled in icy silence. Sensing my extreme discomfort, Beryl must have been
relieved when we arrived at her stop.
“Stuck up cow!” she thought, as she told me later when we became best friends.
“You looked more like a frumpy school ma’am than a pop star!”)
Looking for the Mersey Beat Vol 1 no. 13 Jan 1962 for my dad. He has the record
that the paper was on the cover and I wanted to make a really nice display with
the record and the paper that was on the cover. He kinda only wants the
authentic one but I’m not sure if they even exist anymore, please email me and
let me know if I can buy a copy or a reprint or something please. My dad
promised I can help make the frame if we can get the paper.
Reprints of that particular issue are available on www.rockandpopshop.com)
John and Maureen Breslin
Thank you Bill Harry, for this great site and for all things Liverpool. I’ve
twice been to your great city. I feel there are great similarities between my
home, Boston, Massachusetts and yours.
If you bump into a very nice man named Bernie Evans, please tell him "hello"
from John and Maureen, in Boston, U.S.A. He was nice enough to give us a grand
tour of the Jacaranda, which was a thrill.
I’m not sure that Liverpudlians fully understand the great impact the sons and
daughters of your city had on so many of our lives, here in the States. I want
to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for instilling a little bit of
the "Liverpool life" in this skinny Irish 10 year old from Massachusetts [in
(Dear John and Maureen,
People from Liverpool are always referred to as Liverpudlians or Scousers, but
did you know that the proper term from someone from Liverpool is actually ‘Liverpolitan’?
If Bernie reads the site he’ll get your message.
The Beatles appeared twice in Boston: at the Boston Garden on 12 September 1964
and at the Suffolk Downs Racetrack on 18 August. I’m looking for someone to
write a ‘Beatles in Boston piece for the site.)
An interesting article about the Beatles in Nottingham. I was 17 years old when
they appeared in the Co-op Ballroom and spent about eight hours chatting to
them. I was too young to work behind the bar so my job was collecting empty
glasses. Before the concert I didn't even know who they were.
At 6pm I went up to the ballroom in the staff lift with Paul and John - and
didn't recognize them. Those eight hours with them (in our staff canteen) as
with their music, has had a tremendous influence upon my life.
By the way, after the concert their manager went to the cloakroom and grabbed a
pile of coats. Unfortunately my coat was among the pile, bought by my mother six
weeks previously. Pity about the coat but what a memory! During that year under
the same circumstances I met and chatted with almost all the top bands, Beatles,
Swinging Blue Jeans, Mersey Beats, Animals, Kinks, Four Pennies etc etc etc.
What a year!