Louie has known The Beatles forever.... George's sister (boy do they bicker like most siblings do!) She happily calls the boys' friends. ~
Tag along as she navigates a devastating event.
Watch who steps up ...and how they negotiate the resulting pre...
One Thirty in the afternoon and the Cavern was once again overflowing with bodies pressed tightly together. Rivulets of condensation ran races down the walls, from the archways and low roof. A heavy cloud of silvery cigarette smoke muted the already dim lighting over the large vocal crowd.
The three tunnel vaulted storage cellar at 10 Matthew Street was a gloomy cellar not so long ago, now it was a rocking hangout for the young city workers on short lunch breaks. Paul's uncle Harry and Cousin Ian had built the stage and now here was Paul, commanding it.
The small stage was overflowing with young lads living the dream and musical instruments at full volume. Sound grinding out of the amps through the speakers set about the stage The Coffin taking up the most room , bulky and tall, Paul's speaker was like no other at the time. They flooded the ears in the room with new, recently born Liverpool Rock, the raw energy they created pushing outwards from them toward the mass of bodies, in wave after wave of indomitable music.
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Above: Cavern 1961 - McCartney and band mates play off the "Coffin" nickname
Louie took a few more pictures and stood watching another sprinkling of Cavern dandruff fall from the limestone above the patrons and group, the vibrations making it leave and sprinkle down from heaven like snow. She stood near back of the room, not wanting the crush of lunchtime office girls to bump her shots of the boys.
Lou sniffed the air, curling her nose. The mens' john were overflowing again by the stench that met her nose. Anytime now a timber plank would be set out on the floor so they could all teeter along it to keep their shoes dry, some guys always eager to muck about like they were walking a pirate ships plank, with various displays of gymnastics preformed.. a few poor souls would usually end up getting men's toilet water way higher than their shoes...
Louise...
She was pretty in a way that didn't draw too much attention but in the same breath it didn't make her plain, she was tall, lithe and outgoing and those boys knew her so well.
"Louie, Louie. Bring us another round, ta" The announcement of sorts fed through the speakers and the packed room turned in unison to find 'Louie'.
She stuck a thumb up then pressed the shutter once more capturing John grinning at her like the lovable lunatic he was.
Nigel tapped her on the shoulder and as usual she placed the cash down for their bevvies, her being the only one of them in regular work. She loved being a working gal at the office of Liverpool solicitor Bartlete and Son about a minute or so walk from the Cavern.
The boys never once paid her back, she didn't mind really, the lads were lots of fun, always good for a laugh and ample security if ever she was in strife.
