Fact #168441
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Short story:
On his way home from Bradford, Yorkshire, England, UK, Europe, where he has been recording his composition 'Thingumybob' with the Black Dyke Mills Band, Paul McCartney of The Beatles stops in the village of Harrold, Bedfordshire, and entertains patrons in the local pub by singing and playing the piano.
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Peter Asher (head of A + R, Apple Records) : One of my favourite memories of being at Apple was when Paul, myself, Derek Taylor and Tony Bramwell drove up north in the big old Daimler to do some recording with the Black Dyke Mills Band.
Alan Smith (journalist, NME) : The atmosphere was marvellous. First of all they did Thingumebob in the smoke-black Victoria Hall, then we all trooped out into the sunshine for an 'outdoor' sound in Exhibition Road.
All the children cheered and shouted on a version of Yellow Submarine on the b-side, Paul's great big dog, Martha, slept at his feet, and the local reporters asked earnest questions about whether brass bands were to be the big new trendy thing from The Beatles.
Peter Asher : On the way back we were getting hungry so we stopped in the village of Harrold – purely because we liked the name – and we went to the pub.
Paul ended up singing songs at the piano but, even more than that, I remember walking down the road and meeting a man who was trimming his hedge. He immediately recognised Paul and invited us in to meet his wife, who then proceeded to make us a pot of tea and some sandwiches.
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Alan Smith (journalist, NME) : The atmosphere was marvellous. First of all they did Thingumebob in the smoke-black Victoria Hall, then we all trooped out into the sunshine for an 'outdoor' sound in Exhibition Road.
All the children cheered and shouted on a version of Yellow Submarine on the b-side, Paul's great big dog, Martha, slept at his feet, and the local reporters asked earnest questions about whether brass bands were to be the big new trendy thing from The Beatles.
Peter Asher : On the way back we were getting hungry so we stopped in the village of Harrold – purely because we liked the name – and we went to the pub.
Paul ended up singing songs at the piano but, even more than that, I remember walking down the road and meeting a man who was trimming his hedge. He immediately recognised Paul and invited us in to meet his wife, who then proceeded to make us a pot of tea and some sandwiches.
(Source : not known)