My cousin wanted to go and see the Beatles when they were touring in Zild in whenever, 1964, I think. Her mother let her go provided she took me. I was, oh, eleven, at the time. I remember all the screaming, but I don't think I actually got to hear the Beatles. The screaming drowned their pitifully inadequate amplification out. What they were using as their main system was less powerful than the foldback systems my band used! BTW, cuzzie-bro screamed as loud as any of 'em.


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