Allan Williams, the Beatles’ first manager (aka “the man who discovered the Beatles"), passed on last week.
In August 1960, Williams booked the young Liverpool band for a three-month residency in Hamburg, Germany, where they transformed themselves from a raggedy dance band into a tight concert act, which put them on the map in Liverpool as a top draw. As a result, we can safely say: no Allan Williams, no Beatles.
By the following spring the band dropped Williams in a contract dispute and eight months later picked up the more urbane Brian Epstein to manage them. In truth, there would be no Beatles without either Williams or Epstein. One kept them alive in their scuffling days; the other cleaned up their act, found them national gigs, and got them a record deal which helped launch them to international fame.
One lesson here is that a business may need one kind of management to get it off the ground, but another kind to get it into the global market. This week let us give thanks to the former. RIP, Alan Williams.
It’s great to see the pop music community continue to resist the roar from the cave in American politics, as we await the changing of the guard in two weeks. Rock/pop artists are not always paragons of virtue, but they can be counted on to speak out against the most virulent forms of prejudice they witness. The campaign of the President-Elect has promoted the most toxic brew of racism, jingoism, xenophobia, bigotry, and sexism I've seen in American politics in my lifetime, so it's no wonder the PEOTUS can’t find a single A-list entertainer to play at his inauguration, as mentioned here.