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[May 24, 1970] Let It Be (The Beatles break up)

a middle-aged woman in a white turtleneck, wearing a beaded necklace
by Victoria Lucas

No.

No, no, no, no. no. I don’t believe it, can’t believe it, am not going to believe it.

A black-and-white photograph of Paul McCartney on stage in a suit, arms crossed
Paul McCartney

"You and I have memories,
Longer than the road that stretches Out ahead."

Oh, all right, I guess I have to. Paul announced on April 10 he was no longer working with the group.

I thought they had fixed it–that rift that opened up when John became JohnYoko. (The band had a policy about girl friends hanging out in the studio, but John insisted that she be with him.) But I guess that wasn’t all. (Oh! that was such a great Toronto event last year! Or so I hear. And I only wish I could have been at the Rooftop Concert.)

A black and white image of John Lennon and Yoko Ono sitting next to each other. John is wearing a pastel suit and round glasses, and Yoko is in a belted white jacket, with a matching sunhat and large, dark sunglasses.
Yoko Ono and John Lennon

They were in so many ways my connection to the world here in the north woods, in my isolation, in the world I share usually with just one other person.

two snowed-in cars in an equally snowy wood
Red car and Ganesha (Jeep)

The woods where the snow still clings, where the world filters in like sunlight through the branches, of occasional echos of doings thousands of miles away. We don’t usually have the money to buy the journals and the rags; we seldom use expensive gasoline to drive the 30 km to the nearest standard 20th-century supermarket, newsstand or college (in either Castlegar or Nelson).

An image from the street looking up at the Home Hotel in Nelson, British Columbia. It is an unusually sunny day, with the rich green forests rising behind the city.
Nelson, British Columbia

Where will my truth come from now? We have been able to borrow tapes from friends backing up their records–the electronic music I now love, the Beatles, Jefferson Airplane, Sly & the Family Stone, and others.

The "Fab Four" just came out with “Let It Be,” and now they’re breaking up!? Although I should say that “Let It Be,” released last, was actually recorded before “Abbey Road,” their last album. (For those of you who have been living in a closet, “Let It Be” was both a film and an album.)

A color image of the boxed set of 'Let It Be'. There is a grid picture of the Fab Four, a booklet, and the vinyl itself.
Boxed set of "Let It Be" pieces

I guess I have to “Let It Be.” We opened up the meager purse and made a trip to Nelson (also for other purposes, like grocery shopping), and, from what I can glean from borrowing, talking, and finding a precious Guardian newspaper, the disagreements had been going on for some time. It got so the Beatles didn’t like each others’ songs or the way they were orchestrated or recorded. (One of my favorite songs, “The Long and Winding Road,” on the “Let It Be” album, for instance, became a bone of contention with McCartney, who didn’t like the recorded treatment but didn’t at first object to it). It was also a problem that the McCartney-Lennon hold on songwriting provided no equality for the others’ compositions.

A black and white bust photograph of John Lennon, wearing a white scarf. His hair is short and fluffy, and his mustache forms a bracket over his face.
John Lennon

In summing it up, I think the main problem with the Beatles’ working together is maturation.

Growing Up Together

I’m about the same age as the Beatles–all of us born between 1940 and 1943. We share the history of our time, the new technologies, revolutions in culture. I've changed, and I don't have a lock on it. In the beginning (1958), there were John, Paul, and George, playing in their home town (Liverpool–but who doesn't know that?) and (oddly enough) in Hamburg, Germany. In 1962 they found Ringo after many changes on percussion, and that same year they had their first "hit" song, "Love Me Do." For myself, I was completely unaware of them at this time, not following rock and roll at all.

A black and white picture of Ringo Starr drumming. The angle of the image makes it difficult to see Ringo around the drums themselves.
Ringo Starr, drumming

It took only another two years to turn their small rock-and-roll band into Beatlemania not only in the UK but in their USA tour (1964, followed by their Canadian performances) and their first film, "A Hard Day's Night." I first became aware of them during the "British invasion" of the US by UK rock'n'rollers, and I began to pick up the beat with the title music of the film and "Eight Days a Week."

The Beatles all leaping into the air at once, beaming at the camera
All the Beatles jump

By 1966 they had renounced their touring and concentrated on the studio recordings that encouraged them to refine their music. It was the albums that got to me. A small record player became part of the essential belongings that my husband Mel and I carried from place to place–although what we played was sometimes borrowed. (We were, after all, voluntarily dirt-poor hippies who could not afford any concert we couldn't sneak into. We also found it necessary to trade in albums in good condition to get a new or newish one.) This meant that I seldom experienced albums as such, either hearing only what a friend recorded on tape (on my portable reel-to-reel player) or what others would play for us. Records scratched too easily to be lent with abandon.

A color photograph of a music studio, taken from the parking lot/car park.
The Abbey Road studio

As the band moved into their studio and made it their own, their output increased. I enjoyed "Ticket to Ride," puzzled over "Help!" (as it turns out John really meant it), and sang "Yesterday" to myself (all 1965). I must have had a tape of "Rubber Soul," because I didn't recognize the album name, but I distinctly remember five of the songs that I pretty much memorized ("Drive My Car," "Nowhere Man," "You Won't See Me," "Michelle," and "In My Life," 1965).

I don't remember the album name from 1966, either, but the song that rocked me the most that year was "Yellow Submarine." I felt as if I and all my friends were in that submarine with the song's author, Ringo, and just having a ball. It was sort of in line with "Got to Get You Into My Life," Paul's song. By 1967 I was loving the albums more and more, memorizing songs, finding hidden meanings(!). There were Sgt. Pepper and the "Magical Mystery Tour," "All You Need Is Love," and "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" (however you interpret that one).

In 1968 the songs cut deeper, and the "White" album was like a book that I read and reread, to extract every drop of meaning. Songs became personal, and "Revolution" seemed like a profound political statement. "Blackbird" was exquisite poetry. Funny songs were hilarious. By the time "Abbey Road" (1969) and "Let It Be" (1970) were released I was a full-blown convert of my own beliefs about the Beatles and their music. Hence my shock at their break-up–it will take me some time to disentangle myself from the belief system I wrought.

Seeds of Destruction…and Rebirth

While on that 1964 USA tour that brought them so much fame and money, the four young men required fully democratic agreement among them for any decision making. If they couldn’t reach universal agreement they had to work at the decision until they found it. But, as they matured, their needs, thoughts, artistic growth, and relationships diverged until they became incompatible, and they could no longer reconcile their differences, fighting over everything from management to orchestration. Given their history their break-up now should be no surprise–although it was to me, since I had not been following any of the manager changes (with one death), public rows, or other signs of unrest.

And so goodbye, Beatles; hello, John Ono Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr (in any desired order). We look forward to discovering yet again who you are this time, and wish you well. (Tell you what: while you four are off remaking yourselves, I'll be here in the woods listening to CBC and trying to decipher those funny voices and British accents on "The Goon Show.")

The cover of the Abbey Road album
Abbey Road album

"And in the end,
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make."



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[December 5, 1963] A Composer After My Own Heart (A theme song for Dr. Who)


by Victoria Lucas

Tracking down the Dr. Who theme

After reading Mark Yon's column mentioning the British telly program "Doctor Who," I distracted myself from (shudder!) the assassination by trying to find out anything I could about that program, particularly the unique theme music (new music is my bag, you see).

My usual sources are the libraries at the University of Arizona (UA) and in downtown Tucson.  When those turn up empty, I start in on my private network–folks I know.  Someone mentioned that the music was supplied by the BBC's Radiophonic Workshop, who do all BBC sound effects and theme music.  But how to find out more?  And if it’s the music I’m interested in, how can I hear it?  There appear to be no plans to broadcast "Doctor Who" in the US.

OK, now I’m right up against the wall and climbing as fast as I can, because I’m stubborn.  (If you knew my family you’d know I come by it honestly.) And besides, I promised to write this column.  Oh!  My tape network.  I’ve mentioned before, in connection with hearing a radio program I missed, that I’m part of a sort of round robin that sends reel-to-reel tape around for hearing, copying, etc.  (I do sound and other services for local little theater–it comes in handy if there’s some effect I can’t produce or some music I need.) So I phoned my contact, who phoned his contact–etc. 

A gift from London

To my utter surprise and relief, it turned out that there was a package waiting to be sent from England, and I am the ideal person to receive it and send it on.  You know how composers are–well, maybe you don’t. 

Music composition is not a lucrative profession, for the most part.  It’s sort of like the few sports stars who occupy everyone’s attention, and everyone else who isn’t on one’s hometown team is ignored.  This is the age of the 20th-Century Canon, in the sense that "classical" musicians put their faith in a slightly varying list (like a set of sacred books) of composers and music that symphonies play and national radio and television favor.  When you go to a concert, leaving "pop" or jazz alternatives aside, you know you’re usually going to hear at least one of the four B’s (Bach, Brahms, Berlioz, Beethoven).  And a few others, most 19th or early 20th century European "classical" music..  I’m tempted to add a fifth "B" for Borge, but he makes a living playing (not composing) "classical" music, with a few jokes on the side.


Victor Borge in concert 1957

If you don’t compose or play music that sounds like the items on that list, you will have to find some other way to make a living, or live very frugally, squeezing out a few dollars here or there from donations, commissions, or occasional gigs that pay actual money.  Just ask my friend Barney Childs at UA, who holds a PhD in music composition from Stanford.  He teaches English as an assistant professor and composes in his spare time.  His music is often highly dissonant and doesn’t appeal to your average concertgoer, who expects dominant, consonant melodies presented in classical formats by musicians who, in turn, usually expect the same and may be so offended if their sheet music does not conform to what they learned in the conservatory that they will walk out or otherwise disrupt a concert.  Finding performers who will play unusual music can be quite difficult, making electronic music, despite its complicated techniques, attractive, since often the only performer is the composer.


Barney Childs and his ever present pipe

And in this case the composer who is to receive the package is more or less homeless, sleeping on other people’s couches or floors and traveling when and where he is paid to perform.  So I actually feel pretty good about inserting myself into this delivery process, quite aside from being able to listen to the very latest in (as it turns out) electronic music.  I’m responsible for finding out where he is from the local contacts I was given (too much long-distance calling for folks in England) and sending it on.  Best of all, the tape I just received and played has a sheet of (legible!) comments on the music and even some words about and a photograph of the performer, with her equipment. 

Meet the maker


Delia Darbyshire on tape machines

According to the comments, it seems that someone by the name of Ron Grainer composed music for the "Doctor Who" theme.  Another somebody–by the name of Delia Derbyshire (what a veddy British name that is!)–realized it as electronic music in the Workshop!

The anonymous writer also says that Derbyshire wasn't allowed to compose music on her job for the Workshop, but she was allowed to do "special sound by BBC Radiophonic Workshop," which apparently is anything she wants to do.  What a job!  But it sounds as it if was lot of trouble and some luck to get there, and some knocking around, because Derbyshire had a hard time finding anywhere she could use her degree in mathematics and music.  For instance, she was told that Decca Records wouldn't employ women, and … well, whoever heard of a woman composer?


Clara Schumann

I wanted to compose too after I learned to transpose while studying piano, but I didn't know anybody who had heard of a woman composer, and that includes my mother and aunt, harpists who had performed in the concert circuit.  My father was not supportive, although my mother always indulged me.  Without specific encouragement to realize my dream, however, I saw my future stretching before me, always playing other peoples' music that for the most part bored me, and I didn't like that future.  So I stopped studying music and started looking for some other way to make a living.  (Mind you, I was 12, as you might see in my previous column.)


Composer Luciano Berio

Derbyshire, on the other hand, had an opportunity to work with Luciano Berio last year when they attended the famous Dartington Summer School in Devon, England, so she was able to hobnob with at least one VIP of new music decidedly not in the Canon.  I wonder if this was the fulfillment of a dream for her.  It would be for me.

Behind every great man…


Ron Grainer

There is a brief note in the comments that made me laugh aloud: Derbyshire is so clever that when Grainer heard her music for "Doctor Who" and delightedly asked, "Did I really write this?", she answered "Most of it."

The same page in the package shows a small drawing of the composer’s music described as "swoops," and nothing more.  So there was a lot of room to improvise.  Come to think of it, the lack of a staff and apparent use of graphic notation remind me of John Cage, who used a transparency with lines to overlay dots and lines in his "Fontana Mix."  Talk about its being hard to find performers when your music is unusual, think of Cage’s predicament after the debut of his last year’s "4’ 33" after which many people consider him a joke!  On the other hand, put yourself in the position of a classically trained musician confronted with that composition’s page of sheet music indicating three parts, each declaring only "Tacet" (musicianese for "silence").  Was Grainer "avant garde," too?

I have to wonder whether what Derbyshire meant by her remark about his composition was that the rest of "most of it" was written by her, or by her assistant Dick Mills, a sound engineer who I understand is responsible for sound effects for a programme (note British spelling) called "The Goon Show."  Something tells me I would be surprised by the truth.


Dick Mills on the left

I can't imagine getting to England anytime soon–especially since I’m paying for the next leg of the journey for a piece of tape and its wrapping, a photo and a piece of paper, as well as some long distance charges.  But maybe I'll get to San Francisco again before long, where there's a place I keep hearing about called the Tape Music Center.  If I can’t make electronic music, maybe I can at least listen to it.  This little piece I received today, which I had to use a lot of leader to bind to a reel for enough time to play it, is a delight!