We nevÂer ever got as famous as the BeaÂtÂles. But we startÂed as friends, and we endÂed as friends. —Sylvia SaunÂders, The LivÂerÂbirds’ drumÂmer
John Lennon (a memÂber of a band who in a parÂalÂlel uniÂverse might’ve been billed as the male LivÂerÂbirds) announced that the all-female quarÂtet would fail, a deeply inacÂcuÂrate preÂdicÂtion.
The band got a lot of attenÂtion, toured with The Kinks and The Rolling Stones, disÂmissed BriÂan Epstein when he pooh-poohed their desire to play in HamÂburg, rejectÂed an offer to play topÂless in Las Vegas, and were sought out by Jimi HenÂdrix, owing to their bassist’s joint-rolling skills.
They also learned how to play the instruÂments they had optiÂmistiÂcalÂly purÂchased after seeÂing The BeaÂtÂles in Liverpool’s famed CavÂern Club.
Respect to any grandÂmothÂer with bragÂging rights to havÂing seen The BeaÂtÂles live, but it’s heartÂenÂing that these 16-year-old girls immeÂdiÂateÂly picÂtured themÂselves not so much as fans, but as playÂers.
As bassist and forÂmer-aspiÂrant-nun Mary McGloÂry recalls in Almost Famous: The OthÂer Fab Four, Ben ProudÂfoot’s New York Times’ Op-Doc, above:
“Oh my god!” I said to my cousins, “We’re going to be like them. And we’re going to be the first girls to do it.”
MisÂsion accomÂplished, in trousers and neatÂly tucked-in shirts, butÂtoned all the way to their colÂlars.
It’s not terÂriÂbly hard to guess what put an end to their six-year-run.
MothÂerÂly, wifeÂly duties…
Sylvia SaunÂders, who became drumÂmer by default because sticks were a betÂter fit with her small hands than frets, got pregÂnant, and recused herÂself due to comÂpliÂcaÂtions with that pregÂnanÂcy.
Valerie Gell, the LivÂerÂbirds’ late guiÂtarist and most accomÂplished musiÂcian, marÂried a handÂsome fan who’d been en route to HamÂburg to proÂpose when he was parÂaÂlyzed in a car acciÂdent, devotÂing herÂself to his care for 26 years.
The othÂer two memÂbers carÂried on for a bit, playÂing a JapanÂese tour with a couÂple of female musiÂcians they’d met in HamÂburg, but the chemÂistry couldn’t comÂpare.
The dream was over, but forÂtuÂnateÂly rock and roll starÂdom was not their only dream.
Unlike the fourth LivÂerÂbird, Pam Birch, who descendÂed into addicÂtion after the band broke up, neiÂther SaunÂders nor McGloÂry seems angry or regretÂful over what could have been, smilÂing as they menÂtion their long, hapÂpy marÂriages, chilÂdren, and grandÂchilÂdren.
They were awfulÂly tickÂled by Girls Don’t Play GuiÂtars, a recent West End musiÂcal that tells the stoÂry of the LivÂerÂbirds.
And McGloÂry is admirably sanÂguine about Lennon’s famous diss, revealÂing to the LivÂerÂpool Echo that:
He had a smile on his face when he said it—he wasn’t being maliÂcious. But it would have been nice to have bumped into him a few years latÂer and for him to say, “Well done, you proved me wrong,” which I’m sure he would have been hapÂpy to do.
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
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Ayun HalÂlÂiÂday is an author, illusÂtraÂtor, theÂater makÂer and Chief PriÂmaÂtolÂoÂgist of the East VilÂlage Inky zine. Join Ayun’s comÂpaÂny TheÂater of the Apes in New York City for her book-based variÂety series, NecroÂmancers of the PubÂlic Domain, and the world preÂmiere of Greg Kotis’ new musiÂcal, I AM NOBODY., playÂing at The Tank NYC through March 28 FolÂlow her @AyunHalliday.