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
- Photos
- Coming Soon
“That’s it,” he says over lunch on the seventh day of tense rehearsals being captured on film. “See you ’round the clubs.” Then he walks out of the meeting and out of the band he joined at age fourteen.
John isn’t rattled. “I think if George doesn’t come back by Monday or Tuesday, we ask Eric Clapton to play in it,” he suggests. It’s not an entirely out-of-the-blue idea; in early September, George had invited Clapton to play on “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” as part of the White Album sessions. “The point is, if George leaves, do we want to carry on the Beatles? I do. We should just get other members and carry on.”
George quits on January 10, 1969. He returns on January 15. But he’s still dead set against touring.
On January 29, a location for the concert scene still hasn’t been chosen. Then it hits them, all of them. “What a great idea it would be to play on the roof—play to the whole of the West End,” John says, with a knowing look to Ringo and a mischievous smile to Lindsay-Hogg.
The city of London is in for a surprise.
At one o’clock on the afternoon of Thursday, January 30, 1969, Apple executives are given short notice to report to the rooftop of 3 Savile Row. Engineers haul up a river of electric cables while carpenters build a makeshift stage.
John and the others go over the set list. We haven’t played live together in almost four years. John’s nervous as hell.
The others are, too. He can see it in their eyes.
“I don’t want to go,” George says.
“What’s the point?” Ringo adds.
John makes the final decision. He borrows a fur coat from Yoko, adjusts his glasses, and climbs the stairs from the dressing room to the rooftop.
Wind whips off the Thames, and it’s too dangerous for a helicopter to provide aerial shots. Filmmakers will have to divide the shoot into a series of close-ups of the band and reaction shots from the crowd gathering on the street.
Though his hands feel “too cold to play the chords,” John grabs his guitar and sees the familiar face of Billy Preston. The American R&B keyboardist the Beatles met while touring with Little Richard in 1962 has been sitting in with the band on electric piano.
Ken Mansfield holds four lit cigarettes toward George to allow the lead guitarist to warm his fingertips.
They tear into the opening number, “Get Back.”
Curious passersby stop dead in their tracks in front of the building. They crane their necks and point to the sky.
That’s right, John wants to tell them. The Beatles are giving you a free concert, their first concert since Candlestick in 1966, right above your heads.