And So This Is Christmas
Up on the 17th floor of the St. Regis Hotel in New York City, John Lennon is on his hands and knees, wading through a pile of Presley singles.
(And So This Is Christmas is the first chapter from Richard Williams’ book, Out of His Head: The Sound of Phil Spector, recently published by Outerbridge and Diesntfrey. It’s a good book, complete with all the discographical information a Spector freak would want, and presents a more than just interesting look at a man who changed the shape of the whole rock and roll scene: Phil Spector, rock’s first real producer.
And who else would bring you Christmas in July? -Ed.)
“I know something about Christmas records, Y’know...”
Up on the 17th floor of the St. Regis Hotel in New York City, John Lennon is on his hands and knees, wading through a pile of Presley singles. Their bright red labels litter the deep-pile carpet, forming a river which flows under the big unmade bed.
He’s sorting them out into the good, the bad, and the ugly, with the idea of putting the former on a jukebox in the loft he’s buying in Greenwich Village.
It’s the afternoon of Thursday, October 28, 1971, and he’s talking about his plans for going on the road with the Plastic Ono Band within the next few months.