The Beatles ‘A Hard Day’s Night’: An Appreciation

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The film opened in the U.S. on August 11, 1964

Most everyone has a favorite book, film or band. But I sometimes wonder how many people have actually had their lives changed by one of those things.

I’m talking about the very level of who you are, how you think, how you act, how, perhaps, you do what you do. If it does happen to you, you know exactly when and where. And later, as you get older, more and more you come to know why.

It might strike some as strange that some two decades after the band broke up, I became something of a maniac for The Beatles. As someone who has been through his share of life stuff by the age of 40, I maybe ought to think it’s ironic that a rock band that changed popular music, and to some degree popular culture, before I was even born has played the role it has in my most intimate matters of soul, heart and psyche.

I knew their music, vaguely, as a kid, because it’d come on the radio, of course. I remember thinking “Penny Lane” was a pleasingly odd story of a song, and what were these finger pies the singer was going on about? And then there was “Eleanor Rigby,” which frightened me, with its priest whom I decided was haunted and whose face, I concluded, looked just like the profile that seemed to come together in the knots of wood on my sister’s bedroom door that faced mine across the hallway. But that was about it.

In the spring of 1990 I was in eighth grade and I thought I was some kind of badass because, like every other guy my age, I was listening to Def Leppard, with no clue that it was basically metal bubblegum rock. We had to take a music lab class, and for the second half of the year I had an instructor who you could tell hated to be there. My guess now is that his professional music gig hadn’t worked out, and he was reduced to passing out acoustic guitars to a passel of eighth graders, putting a video of Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock on the TV that had been wheeled in, and then screaming, “Solo! Solo now!”

A HARD DAY'S NIGHT, The Beatles, 1964

Scene from A Hard Day’s Night

He was a total plonker. Didn’t even try to teach anything. He just sat there looking like what I would later come to know as hungover, shaking his head a lot. And it was because of this man’s funk, lack of pedagogical skills, drinking habit, who knows, that my life changed more in one morning than it had in all of my 14 years up until that point.

It was pissing down rain that day when we all trooped in after homeroom. Our resident guitar guru was even more taciturn than usual. The TV was there on its trolley, and without a word, the lights were shut off and he hit play on the VCR. First, there was a chord. I didn’t know it was a chord. I didn’t know what a chord was. It hung in the air unlike any sound I had ever experienced, though. My first thought: no way. And there were the Beatles racing for a train with throngs of girls after them.

Kids in the class were passing notes, a couple of them were sleeping, one Lothario was romancing someone he’d doubtless get to second base with and then boast about to the popular kids at lunch. And me, I was having my mind utterly and totally blown.

Already I was deep in some kind of experience. There were the songs, the wit, the visual sleights of hand that served notice that this was no regular film, these were not regular blokes, this was not regular art. It felt deep, these songs, like you could study them, listen to them over and over again and always find new nuances. And you could also just close your eyes and get lost in them, too, tap your foot, get your courage up to do something you’d not thought you had it in you to do before, venture out, in your way, further than you had before with whatever it was you did.

beatles_playingThat thing I did was writing. I’m not saying I was always good at it. No, I sucked. But I knew what I had in me. A lot of harnessing, growth, all manner of development would be required. And courage, freedom, balls.

And this was the first time I saw all of that on full display in the work and spirit and core identity of someone else. A collective someone else, in a way. All of that crystalized in a moment that I’d not say outstrips any other for emotional impact in my life – I’ve had some doozies – but definitely shares the top spot. I have created things from places inside of me that I did not know existed. I live life deeply, you might say, but I wonder how true that would be were it not for that moment, my crucial moment, from A Hard Day’s Night.

The band is cooped up in a theater, going through the rigmarole of being micro-managed, rehearsing, hounded, all of that. Everything is shot from low angles, like the world is closing in. The hallways are so narrow it’s as if they’ve been loaned from the set of a German Expressionist film.

But then they come to a door and throw it open. Ringo shouts, “We’re out!” The Beatles run down the fire escape stairs with the camera shooting up from down below through the grating, as “Can’t Buy Me Love” explodes on the soundtrack.

Van Gogh used to walk around saying, “That is it,” when he saw something ineffable, self-contained in its purity, majesty and legitimacy, and this was the ultimate “This is it” moment for me. Total freedom.

The Beatles then lark about in a field, as all of these under-cranked camera techniques are being used. I didn’t know about any of that then, but I knew this was a directive that said, in effect, you can go as far as you can go, there is no can’t, there’s just how far can you go?

When the period was over – it must have been a double because we saw the entire film – I just sat there for a bit. The teacher opted to be proactive, probably to get me out of there as swiftly as possible.

“Well, Fleming?”

a-hard-days-night-cant-buy-me-love“That was f**king everything. Have you always known about this?” I later learned that the film was originally released in the U.K. on July 6, 1964. American audiences had to wait until Aug. 11.

Now, I find myself drawing on all of those aspects of what I did become as I try to get to where I wish to go. And I feel the same way about that film, and that scene, as I did then, only those feelings feel, if anything, deeper, more lived in, more necessary, more befitting crucial consideration.

“You can come back and watch it again at lunch, if you want,” the teacher said, not answering my question, in a way, but answering it another way, still.

He wasn’t there when I came back. But I didn’t care in that moment as I sat there, alone in the music lab room, fast-forwarding to the field scene. “We’re out!” Ringo said, over and over again as I worked the remote, and I thought, we sure are, we so sure are.

Related: This same author on The Beatles’ failed Decca audition

Colin Fleming

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  1. SusiQue
    #1 SusiQue 6 July, 2018, 14:49

    Colin, yes, that scene is just fabulous! I’m old and I saw A Hard Day’s Night when it first came out. I must have been 10 or 11 or so and it started my lifelong love affair with the Beatles. Thank you for helping me remember why I love it so very much. I’m off to watch it again!

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  2. Cisley
    #2 Cisley 7 July, 2020, 17:07

    I was in the 6th grade when a Hard Day’s Night was released. It was a real musical game changer for me as it was for so many young people.

    The movie started my love affair with all things British: the people, music, dress, etc. Bring on the British Invasion. I was lucky enough to see so many of those bands and even meet some of them. Yes, I am old now but our generation had the BEST music ever, during the 1960’s and 1970’s.

    I was lucky enough to see the last Beatles concert at Candlestick Park, August 29, 1966. Thank you Johnnie Hyde’s Gear Ones in Sacramento, CA for organizing that one!

    Rock On and thank you for the article!

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  3. tscaf2000
    #3 tscaf2000 7 July, 2022, 08:48

    Colin this article was spot on. I grew up through the sixties, so yes, I’m one of those Beatle babies. Though I didn’t get into the Beatles until the seventies and at that point breaking up. Sixty-seven or eight, I picked up my brothers’ guitar he was off fighting in Vietnam and his Beatle albums were there, his guitar was there and well two and two put together makes four, but in my case. I gotta learn that. So, John Lennon became my proxy guitar teacher. That carried on for a long time. I like it when I’m at any old guitar store and I pick up a guitar and start playing and have people tell me, they heard that style of playing. Usually play three songs. Dust In The Wind, Hotel California or A Hard Day’s Night. So yes my musical awakening came in the late sixties, full exposure the seventies. At 61 I can still play their songs and music. And when I teach…you got it, my students learn A Hard Day’s Night. Peace out brother. Stay cool. TF

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  4. BeatleStone
    #4 BeatleStone 7 July, 2022, 09:43

    I saw A Hard Day’s Night for the first time when I was 12 way back in the summer of 76. It is the greatest rock & roll movie ever made with their music, their attitude that defines the Beatles.

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  5. Safari Bob Grilli
    #5 Safari Bob Grilli 7 July, 2023, 10:36

    Saw it the day it came out. We brought salami sandwiches. I have the book of the screen play on my shelf – shot by shot.
    Tarzan, Robin Hood, the Beatles.

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