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The Birth of Power Pop: The Beatles with Paperback Writer

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  1. DouglasOctober 9, 2015 at 5:50 AM

    What a delight! I enjoy all these songs and artists. I respectfully nominate the following that you may already be familiar with:
    The Easybeats: Friday on my mind
    The Small faces: Sha la la la lee
    The Hollies: I can't let go
    The Choir: It's cold outside
    and later in the 1960's, the Move: Fire Brigade

    Best wishes from Philadelphia
    DW

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  2. Old SchoolOctober 10, 2015 at 7:57 AM

    What a delight it was to hear the Beatles pronounce the word "writer" with a "t", unlike the sloppy pronunciation that makes the word indistinguishable from the word "rider".

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  3. WSTKS-FM WorldwideOctober 10, 2015 at 8:22 AM

    Thank you for your comments, men. And I must agree on the observation about pronunciation of vowels and consonants. Regional variations are wonderful, and I certainly don't expect us to speak like 1930s and 40s BBC radio and newsreel announcers. But good God have we become sloppy with regards to speech habits in the 21st century U.S.!

    H-U

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