Chapters (91)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
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- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
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- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
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- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
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- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
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- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
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- Chapter 44
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- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
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- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
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- Chapter 60
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- Chapter 61
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- Chapter 62
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- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
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- Chapter 68
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- Notes
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- ABOUT THE AUTHORS
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But John is itching to move on. He sees the strictures of touring as the artistic death of the Beatles. “That’s why we never improved as musicians; we killed ourselves then to make it. And that was the end of it.”
John has a point, but still, the band does put out good songs—crowd-pleasing pop songs, yes, but isn’t it their job to give the fans what they want? Songs like “I Want to Hold Your Hand” and “Please Please Me” made them international superstars. “Eight Days a Week” is full of energy. Makes you feel good.
Is it mainstream? Sure. But Paul likes mainstream, enjoys being a commercial songwriter. He’s so open to inspiration that when a song comes to him in a dream, he wakes himself up. “I got out of bed, sat at the piano, found G, found F sharp minor 7th—and that leads you through then to B and E minor, and finally back to E. It all leads forward logically.” Paul finds his musical epiphany “the most magic thing.”
In the morning, the tune still fresh in his mind, Paul gives it the offbeat title of “Scrambled Eggs.”
On set, Paul works at the song constantly, much to director Richard Lester’s annoyance. The budget is much bigger this time around, thanks to the massive success of A Hard Day’s Night, and the film will be released in color, but they’ve only got four weeks to shoot it. Lester tells Paul to finish the bloody song or he’ll have the piano on the set removed.
“Blimey, he’s always talking about [that song],” George remarks. “You’d think he was Beethoven or somebody!”
On vacation in Portugal in June of 1965, Paul and his girlfriend, Jane Asher, take a long drive. As Jane naps, Paul sings to himself, “Da-da-da…yes-ter-day…sud-den-ly…fun-ni-ly…mer-ri-ly…” until he has the lyrics.
“The song was around for months and months,” John remembers, but Paul couldn’t settle on a title. “Every time we got together to write songs or for a recording session, this would come up,” he says. “Then, one morning, Paul woke up, and the song and the title were both there. Completed! I know it sounds like a fairy tale, but it is the plain truth. I was sorry, in a way, because we had so many laughs about it.”
The recording session is on for later that month, right before Paul’s twenty-third birthday. When George Martin hears the completed song, he doesn’t think it has the Beatles sound. He preps Paul to sing it solo, replacing the band with a classical string quartet.
When they break for lunch, Paul approaches cellist Francisco Gabarro. “We have a winner with that ‘Yesterday,’” he predicts.
Not immediately. Though “Yesterday” makes the Help! sound track, it’s not played in the film, nor is it released as a single in the UK, though it hits number 1 in the United States.