How I spent my 10th birthday. Mom dragged me along with 8 friends to see this violently insane combo of the Beatles’ less successful follow-up to A Hard Day’s Night and Jimmy Stewart’s nadir. Nothing about Shenandoah held my interest. (Still doesn’t.) I wasn’t always a purist. Once the Beatles were through so was our attention span and us kids spent two hours running back and forth to the lobby refilling the squirt guns mom gave us as party favors. Chicago Tribune, Oct. 8, 1965.
April 24, 2015