When I’m Sixty Four

I remember a lot of things about going to the Beatles concert in New Orleans on Sept. 16, 1964. Like winning a ticket from WNOE that got me on the field right in front of the stage. The ride over, seven of us in Kathy’s dad’s car with the big fins.

I remember stopping at the Congress Inn, where the Beatles were staying, and the commotion we caused when we spotted Brian Epstein, the band manager, in the restaurant.

I remember sitting in a folding chair on the field, looking up in the stands for my friends, and the total chaos that erupted when the Beatles bounded on stage. And I remember a man taking my picture, and the picture was in the newspaper. Somehow the clipping was lost soon afterwards and ever since then I’ve searched online through photos from the concert trying to find it.

And yesterday, I did:

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Thanks to John Bialas who pointed out the coverage in the Advocate on Sunday. The cutline mentions “hysterical young fans” but that isn’t really accurate. I was capable of much more teenage hysteria than is captured in this photo.

Here we all are in front of the Congress Inn: Illona, Debbie, me, Lucille, Kathy, Susie and Mary.

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A few years ago I got to interview Ringo Starr by phone (thanks to Jean Prescott) and told him about seeing the Beatles in New Orleans. I think he laughed and said something about it but frankly, after he said my name when he picked up the phone, I don’t remember much else.

5 thoughts on “When I’m Sixty Four

  1. Lisa and gals….This photo of you all..one of my all time FAVORITES. THEY ARE TREASURES. Please post occasionally. I love to see them. Ya’Ll Were tHE the coolest ever. There us a single pic of you Lisa? Same time? I drove Mary Gottschalk Mose crazy over finding this one… I will always remember.. it was the coolest ever.. thanx!!!

    • Why you even interviewed Ringo in later year s because Og j prescott correct… It doesn’t’t get any better. ♡

  2. Typing in car.. rough and loads of mistakes…oh well…hate the bumps. 😉 what did you get to ask Ringo and how old were you? Thanks…;)

  3. Holy cow, you were such a baby, Lisa! And what a memory. Etched in there forever and a day. I’m sure I’ve told you the sad, sad tale of our (my roommate and me) extreme poverty which made the $4.95 or however much they were tickets out of reach for us. But, BUT the afternoon of concert day, I was waiting to see my doctor, Frank Minyard (who would become parish coroner years later) when he got a call from the Beatles road manager asking if he come out and treat one of the Fab Four (George, I think) for sore throat. So close and yet so far. Thanks for the reminder.

    Oh, and I understand that Ringo is a prince of a human being. Really. The wife who preceded Barbara Bach (she died in 1994) was being treated at the leukemia center where my niece Aleana works in Seattle, and she met him but mainly saw how attentive and steadfast he was with his dying wife. Good guy apparently.

  4. I loved it. I was so happy for all of you and loved hearing all about it. 😉 Thanks for posting. 😉

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