I'll never forgive myself for not going. Tickets were available, and I loved the Beatles, but I guess at the time I thought if I went, all I would hear would be screaming girls! I don't remember anything about the backing groups either.
FORGIVE YOURSELF! That IS all you would have heard! In all likelihood, at best you'd have trivia to dispense. If you're gonna lament anything, lament not being at the Cavern Club in 1962.
...she was their singing coatcheck girl!
Made me think of the singing elevator operator at the ballpark. He's very jovial, sits on a stool and takes ya up and down. Sings a great variety of tunes.
A wacky aside, just watched Silver Streak last night, now thinking about Gene Wilder dressing up like a black guy and trying to sing and jive in the bathroom. Richard Pryor was a treat to watch.