As Time Goes By: Living in the Sixties with John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, Ringo Starr, Brian Epstein, Allen Klein, Mae West, Brian ... Los Angeles, New York City, and on the Road [Paperback]

Derek Taylor (Author)

Book Description

Publication Date: 1973

Later printing (different cover than pictured) of this vintage softcover paperback! Brand new/unread condition! Pages and softcover in overall mint condition!

Product Details

• Paperback: 223 pages
• Publisher: Straight Arrow Books; [distributed by Quick Fox, New York (1973)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0879320680
• ISBN-13: 978-0879320683
• Product Dimensions: 8.9 x 5.8 x 0.8 inches
• Shipping Weight: 13.4 ounces
• Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (1 customer review)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #996,910 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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5.0 out of 5 stars Looking for Derek Taylor, February 14, 2005

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heatherlovatt (Winnipeg, MB) - See all my reviews

This review is from: As Time Goes By: Living in the Sixties with John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, Ringo Starr, Brian Epstein, Allen Klein, Mae West, Brian ... Los Angeles, New York City, and on the Road (Paperback)

...

Hello, my name is Heather, I have become enamored of this man.

Derek Taylor, I mean; his work, his manner, his mantality

(Yes, the spelling is correct.)

And I've never met him before.

And I never will. *grin*

But that's not the point, is it? The point is

to enjoy people like this, wherever they

can be found---And you?

And I post this on Valentines' Day. *laugh* Which I do not

believe in. I don't think Derek Taylor did either. The idea of

only ONE day of love expressed...

is abhorent. *grin*

Here, we have, exhibit A: a guy who influenced the Beatles, hung

with them, helped with them, and I find nothing, when I come

looking for him.

Well, guess what? This book rocks. And the prose, and the people

Derek talked about--people, yes, so many people--and the

insights, are as swift and as bright and as deep as a new

thought, in the dark.

Who'd've thought I'd go looking, for the first time, in my life, for the Beatles, and find this guy.

Amazing. You should read him.

As he sure as hell read

all of YOU *grin*

Find this book. Get this man's work seen.

I thank you.

Meanwhile, read this piece, that I wrote, after searching for Derek. You may just like it.

+++

Billions and billions of Beatle pictures. You can't see the fawking ROAD for Beatles pictures. Every once in a while though I'd find Derek. Hiding on a page. Standing so close, so intent, so integral to the mood, you almost wondered why you hadn't seen him more often in all those BLOODY photos. Needless to say, he (and others like him) had been cropped from view. We're here to see the Beatleboys, not the Beatleaides, not the Beatlekeepers, not the Beatle people so essential to the smooth-running operation that most fans didn't even know who the hell they were.

Only that they often stood as a roadblock, a deterrent, a buffer to Beatle-baked people who clamoured for yet another BLOODY photo, yet another autograph, yet another insightful interview, yet another money-making endorsement, yet another banal or boring conversation with their Beatle boygods.

Meanwhile, people like Derek Taylor provided an attempt at clarity, a soothing song in the ever-widening gyre of madness that hurricaned about them; a smoke-festooned-and-Scotch-laced Alka Seltzer to the moptop FabFour sanity and sense of self.

It wasn't just Derek. Without Brian Epstein, Peter Brown, Mal Evans, Neil Aspinall or even George Martin, I don't think the Beatles would have existed.

Oh, they'd be out there somewhere, playing in a dingy Cavernlike club. But I don't believe they would have reached the almost mythic proportions of pop/rock stardom they enjoyed (even to this day) without the incredibly devoted, rational and skilled people backing them up, holding their drunken heads or taking a punch for the Beatle benefit. Less insightful folks might feel otherwise, but if you look close, REAL close, you can see a pattern in the chain of command that surrounded these lovely lads from Liverpool.

And standing close by, cigarette barely dangling from his lips, his expression so dark, so unaffected was Derek. Derek's dark eyes always watching, watching. Exuding calm. (Whether he felt calm or not.) To be found in a photo. More than just a confidante; more than just a majordomo; more than just a father-figure to four cheeky chappies from a small seaport in the British Isles, Derek was their friend. He carried insights into each and every Beatle boy that shown through every press release he ever composed. He'd be on hand for all the cheer and all the paranoid doomsaying. Following George out a flashbulbed front door; standing protectively within shielding distance of any one Beatle that was about; striding through an airport walkway, like a military sergeant in a dark sharp-shouldered Savile row suit, offsetting Paul and John's white ones; leaning against an Apple-rotting rooftop wall, dressed in a caramel-coloured car coat, listening in a reverie to one last let-it-be concert from those Beatle boys he so adored; uncropped from a classic Beatle photo (There is a photo of Paul and his then girlfriend Jane Asher, returning from holiday in the Virgin Islands. I found a photo where Derek is walking along right beside Jane. Ha!)...there he is. Derek Taylor.

You should know this man. And be inspired by his words. As I am.

Derek, speaking, on The Beatles: http://www.beatlesagain.com/bvoices/derek.ram

(from Beatlesagain.com)

Derek, "As Time goes by" excerpt from a sixties memoir http://homepage.ntlworld.com/carousel/pob19.html

(from "You are the Plastic Ono band" website http://homepage.ntlworld.com/carousel/pob00.html )

Derek, autobiography, that I have yet to find: http://www.jadebox.com/nilsson/fiftyyrs.gif

(image from Harry Nillson's website http://www.harrynilsson.com/article19693.html )