Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Beatles fan collects every little thing

By MARY SANCHEZ
The Kansas City Star



You’re not putting the porno in the paper are you?”

The comment, by the collector’s wife, pipes into the basement from upstairs. She’s joking, kind of.

Her husband has amassed one of the most comprehensive privately owned collections of Beatles paraphernalia. He keeps it in the basement of their Kansas City-area home. The ever-expanding bounty is an ongoing source of jovial consternation.

“The porno” is a reference to a prized item among his thousands — a framed line drawing by John Lennon.

Lennon, who was murdered 28 years ago today, produced a collection of intimate portraits of himself and wife, Yoko Ono, in the 1960s. They were confiscated by Scotland Yard (because of the sexual content).

The piece the collector owns is tucked into a corner of the basement, an attempt to hide it from their two children (though neither husband nor wife thinks they’ve been successful).

Because the memorabilia is valuable — priceless to Beatles fans — the location of this stash and the collector’s identity must remain secret. And you would never guess by driving by their split-level suburban home.


Along one basement wall are shelves with hundreds of albums, including the recalled “Yesterday and Today” album. The original cover depicted the Beatles in butcher smocks with raw meat and headless baby dolls. There is a complete set of the U.S.-issued sleeves for all the albums, the ones with pictures.

There is a framed tin template from which the highly recognizable Apple Records labels were stamped. Uncut Apple labels, unstamped Apple labels. Pictures, jigsaw puzzles, books, toys and lots of Beatles dolls — solid plastic, hollow and of cloth.

One-inch-square swatches of bed sheets, each slept on by a Beatle. Colgate-Palmolive soap dispensers of Ringo and Paul. George and John didn’t get one.

The artist’s original line drawings from the “Yellow Submarine” movie, bought from a London-based art dealer.

“Here’s something you haven’t seen.” Now he is rummaging through one of the many plastic tubs in the room.

This time, he’s digging out something not from a Beatle, but from the man who made the Beatles a household name in the U.S., Ed Sullivan. It’s a first-class menu from a 1964 Pan Am flight. A note inside, to the stewardess, was written and autographed by Sullivan.

The collection began with a gift from his mother, a 45 record of “Hey Jude.” He was 4. His mother had lived in London and liked the Beatles’ music.

“I was the easiest person to shop for after that,” he says.

Layered into the many scrapbooks are 1970s newspaper ads. On each, he checked off which albums he already had, which ones he desired as gifts.

By the time he was about 10, he had amassed quite a collection. Then one fateful day, he entered Caper’s Corner record store and spotted the imports section, releases from overseas with completely different covers and labels. A new world of Beatles items had just been marked.

“Now it makes me crazy when I see something in a book or a magazine that I don’t have,” he says.

“Crazy, that’s a good word, like obsessive,” his wife says with a smile.

But asking why someone would like the Beatles this much is throwing a red flag to your inability to comprehend such loyalty.

“It’s almost irritating to be asked,” he says.

My bad.

Ditto for asking “why?” to his favorite Beatle and song — “George Harrison” and “While My Guitar Gently Weeps.”

Some items he dislikes. Like the plastic, 2-foot-tall doll of Lennon looking a little too groovy.

Same for the Lennon baby clothes and the Converse sneakers with Lennon’s drawings stamped on them. “All of that commercialism doesn’t set well with me,” he says.

This is a clue, beyond simply loving the music, to what draws him to the Beatles.

He retells the story of Paul McCartney being arrested in Japan on pot possession charges and of Sen. Strom Thurmond’s attempt to deport the anti-war Lennon.

“The Republicans hated them,” he says. “They had all the right enemies.”

Occasionally, he attends Beatles conventions.

“It’s kind of nice to be around a bunch of adults who enjoy collecting,” he said. “But then you see the 50- and 60-year-olds trying to dress like the Beatles and use affected British accents and you know they are really from a Des Moines suburb. It’s kind of alarming, even for me.”

His wife is laughing, grateful that he draws the line somewhere.

SOURCE: http://www.kansascity.com

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