Maureen Cleave was a friend to the lads, seemed a good choice to do the interview. Someone John could relax around could show himself to be more that a singing and strumming pop star that made the girls scream and swoon. So John had her over to the house, March 4, 1966, fifty years ago today. He talked about his absent father who had reemerged now that his boy was rich and famous, he talked about the ridiculous possessions he had acquired. The man though he might need a gorilla suit at some point, and really who doesn’t. And he had some measured thoughts about their alarming rise in popularity coinciding with a cultural decline in churchgoing in merry olde England.
John was always funny, and clever, and the juxtaposition was rather eloquently surmised. “We’re more popular than Jesus now” was a statement more hyperbole than fact. Maybe accurate to his own generation in England, but it did not translate well across the pond. When the interview was published in the Evening Standard, no o