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John, Paul, George, Ringo—and George?

By Devin McKinney|2016-11-29T16:22:20-08:00April 4, 2009|Hamburg|

DEVIN McKINNEY • Written in November 2002, cut from the Magic Circles discography: The Star-Club material has been reshuffled and reissued in a variety of forms over the years, none odder than that of 1962 Live at Star Club in Hamburg, issued in 2000 on the Walters label. Two dozen of the Star-Club songs (including most of the finest, and in the best available sound) are packaged with a booklet of notes authored by someone calling himself Gary Michael Walters—an individual whose bona fides are never offered, but for whom the label is presumably named. The first hint something might be a [...]

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Tell Me What You See

By Devin McKinney|2014-07-23T16:53:00-07:00March 29, 2009|1964, AHDN|

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“Revolution 1” In The Head

By Devin McKinney|2014-07-03T19:24:35-07:00February 25, 2009|1968, John Lennon, The White Album, Unreleased/Outtakes|

If only you were here to confirm or deny... DEVIN McKINNEY • Mike asked what I thought of the “Revolution 1” Take 20 RM1, so called, that's been burning up Beatleland. I’ve been loving and chewing on this piece of mystery meat since the weekend, and at first assumed it was genuine. Why not: Remember the stripped-down masters of those four Sgt. Pepper songs that appeared almost a year ago? Those were just as crisply digitized, just as thrillingly intimate in their four-track nudity, and no one has credibly claimed they are not genuine. So I figured it was more [...]

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Beatlespooks, Ch. 2: The Face in the Window

By Devin McKinney|2014-07-23T16:53:23-07:00April 25, 2008|1967, Puzzles and Trivia|

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Beatlespooks, Ch. 1: The Phantom Guardsman of Strawberry Fields

By Devin McKinney|2014-07-23T16:53:43-07:00March 8, 2008|1967, Puzzles and Trivia, Strawberry Fields|

Frames from the “Strawberry Fields” promo film, shot January 30, 1967, in Knole Park, Sevenoaks, Kent. DEVIN McKINNEY • At first, Paul is sanguine, at his ease, perhaps even lofty on teasmoke. But what does he spy, reflected in the varnished piano of a Kentish night? A Beatle aide caught in pass, or a vigilant spirit on eternal watch? May we say, you or I, what so widens his eye?

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