Having spent
entirely too much of my life studying all matters Beatles-related, I sometimes
like to play a parlor game with other fans. I ask them which year was the
band’s best, before offering an answer of my own. Many people stump for 1967,
when Sgt. Pepper came out, recasting the pop-culture zeitgeist. Others opt for
1964, the first year of stateside Beatlemania. A dark horse sometimes gets a
vote, like 1965, the year the Beatles produced their first mature masterwork in
Rubber Soul. But when I provide my answer—1963, all the way—I’m usually met
with puzzled looks. It’s no wonder. Fifty years have passed since that magical
and formative year for the band, yet most of the music the Beatles recorded
throughout it remains commercially unavailable. But 1963 is the band’s annus
mirabilis.
In 1963, the
Beatles were exploding in England. Their debut LP, Please Please Me, came out
in March, followed by their megahit single “She Loves You” in August. Their
second album, With the Beatles, and another hit single, “I Want to Hold Your
Hand,” followed in the fall. Screaming girls, throngs of fans, bushels of
albums being sold—this was when it all started. But the Beatles were also a
veritable human jukebox that year. One of their many commitments was to turn up
semi-regularly at the BBC, horse around on air, read requests, make fun of each
other, make fun of the presenter, and play live versions of whatever people
wanted to hear, whether that was their own material or a vast range of covers:
Elvis Presley numbers; obscure rhythm-and-blues songs by lost-to-time bands
like the Jodimars; Broadway show tunes; Americana; vamps on Buddy Holly, Carl
Perkins, Chuck Berry; rearrangements of girl-group cuts; torch songs. If you
wanted to hear what made the Beatles the Beatles, here is where you would want
to start.
Yet although
these sessions (including some from ’62 and ’64, and one from ’65, but mostly
from ’63) would fill about 10 CDs, only a double-disc set has been commercially
released. Live at the BBC—as Capitol Records titled that package back in
1994—is fine; you can’t go especially wrong with it. But its songs are plucked
from their context, and context is the best reason to listen to the Beatles’
BBC shows. This is not music meant to be heard in piecemeal fashion, with a few
cuts cherry-picked from one session here, another there. Each of the 40 BBC
sessions from ’63 has a specific, homegrown feel, like it’s a mini-album unto
itself, and the sequence of sessions as a whole shows the band’s startlingly
rapid evolution.
No official
archive of the BBC sessions exists, and the original tapes appear to be long
gone. But over time—and particularly as the Internet has gained reach and
speed—partial, homemade recordings from the original broadcasts have surfaced,
and been stitched together into increasingly complete compilations. Earnest
seekers can find the most complete version of the sessions, courtesy of a
bootleg label called Purple Chick, on the Web; from start to finish, it is an
absolute wonder.
If you ever
asked yourself whether the Beatles, as people, were as funny as their
biographies make them out to be, here is your proof. They ride each other hard,
in between playing and reading out mailed-in song requests from former band
rivals, kids in the hospital, “Jeff the greengrocer.” One schoolgirl, standing
in as the spokesperson for her gaggle, begins her request with “Dear Messrs.
Beatles,” prompting a short, knowing laugh from Paul McCartney. It’s a
confident laugh, appreciative that the band’s audience was beginning to pick up
on the band’s humor—riffing off it, in a way, just as the Beatles were riffing
off the music that had come before them and, increasingly, finding ways to
transcend it.
At one of
the key sessions, on July 16, the band recorded 17 tracks, and we find the
quartet adroitly working its way through covers with the same bucolic grace—and
hard-won realism—that would later flower into the songwriting on the band’s
mid-career masterpieces. From another blue-collar Merseyside act, a cover of
“To Know Him Is to Love Him” might sound fey. The number was written by Phil
Spector (the title comes from his father’s headstone) and was a hit for his
Teddy Bears. John Lennon changes Him to Her, and his vocal unfurls over a lush
patch of backing harmonies, his whoa-hoas linking one line to the next. A
nakedness is at play here, as the macho Lennon musically denudes himself with
each plush declaration of love, the minor key couching his voice in something
somber, autumnal. This is utter vulnerability, an invocation of feelings not
normally spoken (and altogether absent from the Teddy Bears’ original version),
now shared with anyone who happens to listen. Casual listeners might think it’s
a long way from the Lennon of this session to the Lennon of Rubber Soul—a high
point of his songwriting career—but the sensibility of this performance is the
same sensibility we find in “Girl” and “In My Life.” Rubber Soul may have been
released in December 1965, but it was taking some kind of form in July 1963.
The same
session featured the band’s attempt at Ann-Margret’s “I Just Don’t Understand.”
Here, Lennon’s vocal possesses an R&B swing, but the ensemble-playing is in
a country-western mode, albeit one that comes off as dark, like an outtake from
a John Ford Western. This is the Beatles, as Dylan would say, mixing up the
medicine. At their compositional zenith—which is to say, during their
mid-career run of Rubber Soul, Revolver, and Sgt. Pepper—the Beatles were
master collagists. You listen to “I Just Don’t Understand,” and in Lennon’s
vocal you hear the same ragged howl from the abyss that dominates “Tomorrow
Never Knows,” from 1966’s Revolver; the countrified electric strut of “What
Goes On,” from Rubber Soul; the blanched, plain-sung blues of “She’s Leaving
Home,” from Sgt. Pepper.
The quick
session from July 2 is a tour de force of range, with the Beatles pulling from
the past and again experimenting with different elements from different
genres—the band a veritable musical Cuisinart. A take on Elvis Presley’s
“That’s All Right” gets us started, with McCartney bucking against the
traditions set down by his hero. The song is given a pronounced Liverpudlian inflection,
as though the Beatles are claiming it for the north of England, George
Harrison’s licks providing tart commentary. A stomp through their own “There’s
a Place”—their most mature composition to date—follows, and rock and roll is
fleshed out with introspection, the foundation for most of the band’s best work
going forward. A lithe rendition of Chuck Berry’s “Carol” is next, before the
group gets into what may be the best BBC cut of all. Arthur Alexander sang
rhythm and blues harder than anyone in the States. For a group of early 20‑something white kids to think they could lay claim to his
best number, “Soldier of Love,” was either hubristic folly or
burgeoning self-awareness; for the Beatles, on this date, it was the latter.
For the first time, we hear that full, almost violent Beatles swing, a
propulsive, churning attack that was reimagined the following year in “A Hard
Day’s Night.” By then, the Beatles had upped the tempo, but this has that same
rhythmic chassis. Covers of Carl Perkins’s “Lend Me Your Comb” and the
Jodimars’ super-obscure R&B number “Clarabella” follow, and you get the
sense that there wasn’t anything they couldn’t take on and improve. But
improvement was clearly no longer the point. The Beatles were getting on with
the creation of something else altogether.
To be a good
songwriter, you need to be a good listener. And what you really hear in the ’63
BBC sessions is the Beatles listening to themselves, beginning a dialogue and
moving toward a future that was less and less inchoate as that year, and the
BBC sessions, wore on. It’s almost as if the version of the band that we all
got to know owed this earlier iteration a “Dear Messrs. Beatles” note of
gratitude.
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