What I’m passing around is a ticket from a Beatles concert at Bush Stadium in St. Louis in 1966. When I was fifteen, we were visiting relatives in the St. Louis area, my cousin was about three years older than me, I was about fifteen at the time, said “Hey, the Beatles are in town, would you like to go to a concert?” I wasn’t really too big on the Beatles then, I was a Stones person. But we got in the car: my cousin, his brother, my sister, my brother, and his girlfriend, got in his Corvair and drove downtown to Bush stadium and walked up to the kiosk–no line–and we got tickets for $5.50 apiece. […] We were way up high in the seats, the nosebleed section. […] There were five acts that night. I couldn’t tell you who the other four were, I don’t remember any of that. Of course this was August of ’66, I think their album Revolver had just come out, but they didn’t play any of that. They played 11 songs, some of the old standards: Rock and Roll Music, She’s a Woman, If I Needed Someone, Day Tripper, Baby’s in Black, I Feel Fine, Yesterday, and a few others. So they were songs that were familiar, but the problem was there was so much screaming going on that you couldn’t hear anything. […] All you could hear were the screaming girls behind us, and the guy next to us kept telling them to shut up, and of course they just screamed a little bit louder. […] So it was basically just an event to be at.

This belongs in the Museum of Bits and Pieces That You’ve Stored Forever

Exhibited by Virginia Seymour

Transcript edited by Serena Washington