It was June 1964, I was so excited I couldn't leave the lounge room, where I was getting getting dressed in front of the TV for another day at school, watching The Beatles arrive in Australia. Mum said to me: "You'd like to see their show, I bet!". All day long at school my mind was definitely not in the classroom as my daydreams took me to another world.
When I got home that afternoon I couldn't believe my eyes when my mother gave me a ticket to The Beatles at Sydney Stadium! Now, I was on another planet!
The train trip to the stadium, with my trusty Agfa camera, a fresh roll of black & white film and my precious ticket, seemed to take forever.
The opening acts got us all revved up then, suddenly, from my seat on the wooden bench a few rows from the back, I heard the lucky mob near the dressing rooms erupting in ear shattering screams. This was it, The Beatles finally 'arrived'. The next 30 minutes or so went in a flash, helped by my overactive camera shutter and the popping flash bulbs. Trouble was, every time I went to take a photo, the boy in front of me jumped into the air so I got lots of photos of the back of his head! No matter, in one of them you can just make out the shape of Ringo's drums, that was enough to give me a lifetime's indelible memories.
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It was June 1964, I was so excited I couldn't leave the lounge room, where I was getting getting dressed in front of the TV for another day at school, watching The Beatles arrive in Australia. Mum said to me: "You'd like to see their show, I bet!". All day long at school my mind was definitely not in the classroom as my daydreams took me to another world.
When I got home that afternoon I couldn't believe my eyes when my mother gave me a ticket to The Beatles at Sydney Stadium! Now, I was on another planet!
The train trip to the stadium, with my trusty Agfa camera, a fresh roll of black & white film and my precious ticket, seemed to take forever.
The opening acts got us all revved up then, suddenly, from my seat on the wooden bench a few rows from the back, I heard the lucky mob near the dressing rooms erupting in ear shattering screams. This was it, The Beatles finally 'arrived'. The next 30 minutes or so went in a flash, helped by my overactive camera shutter and the popping flash bulbs. Trouble was, every time I went to take a photo, the boy in front of me jumped into the air so I got lots of photos of the back of his head! No matter, in one of them you can just make out the shape of Ringo's drums, that was enough to give me a lifetime's indelible memories.