Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Beatles Avenue


When the Beatles went on their first extended American tour, flying around the country, the endless hours to fill turned John Lennon into that strange and dangerous creature: a Monopoly hustler. "Lennon was a fiend," said radio reporter Art Schrieber, who was traveling on the plane with the band. "He got so keyed up over the damn game, he had to stand up to roll the dice.... I'd be falling asleep, and John would be tugging at me, saying, 'Art, Art, hey, man, it's your turn.'"

4 comments:

John Lennon said...

I don't believe in Park Place

I don't believe in Boardwalk

I don't believe in Baltic

I just believe.... in ME.

T. Nawrocki said...

... in B&O and me.

Rob said...

imagine there’s no railroads
no Reading or B&O
no jail to visit
no $200 when we pass go

the walrus said...

There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some are Baltic, some are Ventnor
Some are Water Works, and some St. James
All these places had their moments
With houses and rents I still can recall
As the thimble or the top hat
In my life, I've loved them all