01 Please Please Me – 1963

[nbchristian2]

Pese al resfrío y a la voz moquienta, John grabó T & S en 1 sola toma. La segunda no se utilizó.

George Martin: "I did try a second take ... but John's voice had gone."

[carlitos]

Hola nbchristian2;

Creo que incluso después de empezarla pararon, ¡no llevaba a ningún lado!
(Y menos mal a las pastillas para la garganta que tomó!, sino no llega ni a esa.

Lo que nunca entendí es porque estaba sin camisa, como he leido ...¿?

[nbchristian2]

Hola nbchristian2;

Creo que incluso después de empezarla pararon, ¡no llevaba a ningún lado!
(Y menos mal a las pastillas para la garganta que tomó!, sino no llega ni a esa.

Lo que nunca entendí es porque estaba sin camisa, como he leido ...¿?

Al parecer como muchas otras cosas en la vida de John, la explicación o la búsqueda de ella es ociosa.

Una cita:

[quote="Bob Spitz en "The Bealtes""]Everyone knew they’d have to get it on the first take — the band, the engineer, everybody had to do his job, without a missed note or a glitch. There would be nothing left of John’s voice after that.

[. . .]

John tore open a wax carton and gargled noisily with milk. He’d played most of the day in a rumpled suit, but sometime after dinner the jacket was removed and two fingers yanked down the tie. Now, without a word, he stripped off his shirt. He draped it over a bench, then walked over to the mike and nodded to the others: good to go.

It is obvious from the very first notes that John was straining for control. “Shake it up bay-be-eee. . .” was more of a shriek than singing. There was nothing left of his voice. It was bone-dry, stripped bare, with all the resonance husked from the tone, and the sound it made was like an angry, hoarse-voiced fan screeching at a football match. Between clamped jaws, contorting his face, he croaked, “Twist and shout.” He had been struggling all day to reach notes, but this was different, this hurt. And it was painful to listen to. Still, John held nothing in reserve. Trancelike, as the band rocked harder, buliding excitement with their impetuous energy, the struggle grew more intense. “C’mon, and twist a litle closer” broke up into an agonizing, demonic rasp, until on the last refrain of the tortured throatiness strangled every word before Paul, in admiration, shouted, “Hey,” celebrating, as they miraculously crossed the finished line.

John was wasted, near collapse, but the others already knew what he was about to find out from a playback: that for all its hairiness, “Twist and Shout” is a masterpiece
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[carlitos]

O sea que fue un gesto torero ...

Se quita la chaqueta ... se quita la corbata .... (la tira a los graderios?)
Se quita la camisa ...
Saluda al público .... busca el micrófono y .... (la otra, la de la peli es más verde)

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Perdón era esta otra:

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[Roberto Amau]

Que paso, que piso vamos ayyyy!!!

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