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Chapters (91)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
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  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
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  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
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  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
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  41. Chapter 33
  42. Chapter 34
  43. Chapter 35
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  45. Chapter 36
  46. Chapter 37
  47. Chapter 38
  48. Chapter 39
  49. Chapter 40
  50. Chapter 41
  51. Chapter 42
  52. Chapter 43
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  54. Chapter 44
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  56. Chapter 45
  57. Chapter 46
  58. Chapter 47
  59. Chapter 48
  60. Chapter 49
  61. Chapter 50
  62. Chapter 51
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  64. Chapter 52
  65. Chapter 53
  66. Chapter 54
  67. Chapter 55
  68. Chapter 56
  69. Chapter 57
  70. Chapter 58
  71. Chapter 59
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  73. Chapter 60
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  75. Chapter 61
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  77. Chapter 62
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  79. Chapter 63
  80. Chapter 64
  81. Chapter 65
  82. Chapter 66
  83. Chapter 67
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  85. Chapter 68
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  87. Notes
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  89. ABOUT THE AUTHORS
  90. Photos
  91. Coming Soon

The Beatles give a rousing performance. The new foursome is tight and has great fun together. Unlike the surly Pete, Ringo smiles and laughs as he plays. The cameras capture the new Beatles in all their glory—despite, between takes, some fans shouting, “We want Pete!”

Pete, it turns out, is there.

In the audience.

Years later, in his autobiography, Pete reveals, “I sneaked in and sneaked out again.”

The fans just need some time to warm up to Ringo, John thinks.

Besides, he doesn’t have time to worry about how Pete’s fans are taking the news.

He’s getting married tomorrow.

*  *  *

“You’re too young!”

Mimi’s voice thunders and echoes inside her kitchen.

“Cyn is having a baby. We are getting married tomorrow; do you want to come?” John has just told her.

The following morning, John and his longtime girlfriend, Cynthia Powell, exchange their vows at the registrar’s office, with Paul and George as witnesses and Brian as best man.

When they leave the building, it’s pouring rain.

It’s all so absurd that they burst out laughing.

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

I can’t do what ten people tell me to do…

—“(Sittin’ on) The Dock of the Bay”

Brian hands John an acetate disc.

“What’s this?” John asks.

“The song that will be your first record for EMI. You’re going back in the studio Tuesday to record it. Mr. Martin believes it’s going to be a number one song.”

The Beatles come together at Brian’s record store to listen. The song, “How Do You Do It,” is pop treacle. They hate it.

Paul holds up the disc. “Well,” he says, frustrated, “what are we going to do with this?”

They decide to rearrange it.

*  *  *

The Beatles resume their gigs at the Cavern, mixing in their own songs. On Monday, September 3, the day before their studio date in London, the band debuts a new song, John’s “Please Please Me.”

On Tuesday, September 4, 1962, at 2:00 p.m., the Beatles enter the Abbey Road studios once again. John feels a bit more relaxed than he did the first time—they all do, because they have a real drummer with them.

It’s brilliant how this all worked out. I brought in Paul, Paul brought in George, and George brought in Ringo.

As they rehearse “Please Please Me,” the head of Parlophone comes down from the control booth to address the group.

“You need to tone down the drumming,” George Martin says, looking at Ringo.

A tense silence follows, and the producer cuts into it with further criticism.

“Double the speed,” he says, and the song “might have something.”

But the Beatles are there to record “How Do You Do It.” Though they polish it in two takes, they still don’t like the song.

“We want to record our own material,” John says, “not some soft bit of fluff written by someone else.”