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The Beatles entertain music biz friends, including The Ronettes, during a reception in The Baroque Room at The Plaza Hotel, New York City, USA.Full article:
Steve Brandt (friend of Estelle Bennett of The Ronettes) : I picked up Estelle, and, as we drove from her home in the Bronx to the hotel in mid-town, she told me how great The Beatles were, how down to earth, how everything. I laughed and chalked it up to a warm and good friendship.
At the Plaza, policemen were checking everyone going in. Across the street hundreds of girls were huddled in the cold, hoping to get a glimpse of the now famous Ringo Starr, Paul McCartney, John Lennon and George. Estelle and I went up to the twelfth floor; as we stepped out of the elevator, we stopped dead in our tracks.
The hall of the sedate hotel was swarming with reporters, photographers, and policemen. We pushed our way through until we came to a wooden barricade set up in the hall to block the path to the rooms beyond - the seven suites belonging to The Beatles and their entourage. Estelle told a guard who she was. "I don't care who you are," he answered, "you're not getting past this point." Luckily, Brian Epstein, The Beatles' manager, happened to come by. He spotted Estelle and both of us were permitted to pass the blockade and were ushered into a large, comfortable suite.
Paul, George, John and Ringo were scattered around the room as if blown there by a cyclone. George saw Estelle and flew over to her. Ringo, whom I had met briefly the night before at The Peppermint Lounge, introduced me to everyone. He not only remembered my name, but the names of everyone else in the room. This is a particular point with him. He studies every face he meets for the first time and stuns everyone by remembering not only the face but the name.
I met John's very pretty wife Cynthia. She's a warm, shy girl who still has trouble believing what's happened to her husband and his three pals from Liverpool.
Cynthia Lennon : As The Beatles' fame gre, life became less stable again. Fame was truly brain-blowing.
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At the Plaza, policemen were checking everyone going in. Across the street hundreds of girls were huddled in the cold, hoping to get a glimpse of the now famous Ringo Starr, Paul McCartney, John Lennon and George. Estelle and I went up to the twelfth floor; as we stepped out of the elevator, we stopped dead in our tracks.
The hall of the sedate hotel was swarming with reporters, photographers, and policemen. We pushed our way through until we came to a wooden barricade set up in the hall to block the path to the rooms beyond - the seven suites belonging to The Beatles and their entourage. Estelle told a guard who she was. "I don't care who you are," he answered, "you're not getting past this point." Luckily, Brian Epstein, The Beatles' manager, happened to come by. He spotted Estelle and both of us were permitted to pass the blockade and were ushered into a large, comfortable suite.
Paul, George, John and Ringo were scattered around the room as if blown there by a cyclone. George saw Estelle and flew over to her. Ringo, whom I had met briefly the night before at The Peppermint Lounge, introduced me to everyone. He not only remembered my name, but the names of everyone else in the room. This is a particular point with him. He studies every face he meets for the first time and stuns everyone by remembering not only the face but the name.
I met John's very pretty wife Cynthia. She's a warm, shy girl who still has trouble believing what's happened to her husband and his three pals from Liverpool.
Cynthia Lennon : As The Beatles' fame gre, life became less stable again. Fame was truly brain-blowing.