While thinking
about this week’s post, I became curious what type of job or commitment the
Beatles had on their plates the exact day my Angel Face came into our world.
The love of my life took her first breath behind her parents chosen Northern
California maternity ward walls on March 24, 1965, a rather busy day for the lads of
Liverpool.
Two days
earlier, far from North America, the fab four boarded a flight leaving
Salzburg, Austria, along with the entire film crew of Help, on account, out of country location shots were in the can
(movie slang for cut, print it.) Yes, every open-air scene in the sunny blue
skies of the Bahamas, and the snow-covered mountains within ideal proximity to the charming Hotel Edelweiss,
built in the quaint city called Obertauern, had accomplished the required steps
based on the film’s storyboard illustrations. These illustrations took the
storyline, written by Charles Wood and Marc Behm, toward parallel tributes of
the Marx Brothers classic, Duck Soup, and the James Bond 007 series––which
United Artists also owned the rights to the later. Oh, a few side notes for you. My Angel’s favorite
movies feature Sean Connery as agent 007, her favorite number. Who would have
thought seven years later, Paul would
lend his talent, in a whimsical bang-bang, shoot em up, kind of way, come full circle with James Bond 007 and
compose the title song for Live and Let
Die, starring Roger Moore in 1972. Brian
Wilson also had been sought by big-wig producers of a new James Bond movie
around September 65, and asked him to write a title piece for their film. The song he came up with was
recorded on November 17 at United Western Recorders in Hollywood and used a
working title called, Run James Run, however, the movie producers rejected it, and Brian renamed the song, Pet Sounds, as
in the heading of the fabulous album released by
the Beach Boys. Before we finish up with Austria, you may also be
surprised to learn that Paul developed the best flair on top of snow skies,
reaching close to expert status according to the boys’ instructor. But
remember, according to director Richard Lester, George was the best actor and
nailed every line of dialogue. However, in
relation to snow skies underfoot, it
suffices to say, some crew members
fell into miscalculated spills requiring a broken bone cast over an arm or leg,
which all four band members felt terrible about, but were happy to sign.
Okay, onward to the most significant day I treasure, 3/24/65. On this date, the greatest rock band began filming Help’s first scenes on Homeland ground a few miles from Twickenham Studios. Lights, cameras, stage crew, actors, extras, and even the catering van rallied by caravan and traveled through the streets of London then parked a parade of massive film industry trucks out of view alongside St. Margaret’s Road. Hours later, all focus was placed on four modest terrace homes, numbered 5, 7, 9, and 11 Alisa Ave. The same row of houses each Beatle entered, but once inside, appeared to have gone through a major remodeling as a single room luxury suite. Of course, the actual interiors of those Alisa units were unchanged and never used. The luxury suite in the film, merely a large prop built by the movie studio construction workers, added comedy. The enormous prop was erected underneath rows and rows of high wattage commercial spotlights inside a Twickenham closed set sound-stage. Alisa Ave simply supplied the entrance and exit continuity of the lads’ neighborhood habitat when coming home, or going off to work. Once the footage of action and lines from the script passed approval, everyone tore down the location set and returned to the studio for their make-believe living room scenes. By the way, a house known as #8 Alisa Ave, London, England sold for £780,000 in May of this year. Nice going, Mr. and Mrs. Seller.
In closing, it’s
no coincidence Tiffany Nicole Masters, my protagonist’s fiancée, shares the same birthday as my beloved. Throughout the love interest pages of this novel,
every description, every personality trait, and every aspect of magnetism that
glows and shouts devoted praise around Agent Wilson’s beautiful companion, fall
at the feet of my loving best friend and form majestic compliments suited right
in line with the girl of my dreams. Just read the book’s dedication she
accurately received, and you will
distinguish how my heart gained heavenly true love, thanks to her genuine
nature.
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