I wore Beatle
boots. I wore them for a couple of years. They hurt my feet.
After the
Beatles hit Ed Sullivan in 1964 and watching the girls screaming, every boy
wanted to be ‘a Beatle’.
The hair had
to grow and put up with the parents and teachers. The collarless suits were too
expensive for teenagers and unavailable in most cities department stores.
Then there
were the boots.
The Spanish
leather heeled black boots with the pointed toes. The first ones had zippers on
the sides and later had expandable elastic to slide them on. They just came up
over the ankle and slide under tight pants.
Living in a
conservative southern town the normal stores for men’s wear only carried
wingtips, loafers or tennis or sailing shoes. There were no mail order or
online merchandising so creativity took over.
Crossing the
main street in town that separated the two skin tones there were a series of
shops that marketed to different taste. The same Jewish merchants who ran
established department stores also owned little boutique shops and pawn broker
establishments on the other side of the street.
For the
adventurous one could pick up some colorful accessories and mingle with people
you normally see in white aprons in the kitchen.
As the story
goes I found a store that carried these Italian pointed boots. Not sure if they
were even the right size, I bought them.
With my black
socks I squeezed into the soft leather and stood up. The wooden heel pushed
your toes down into a wedge but it didn’t matter. Just putting them on was to
become a Beatle.
Walking across
the room was the same as Paul or kicking up the heels was the same as John or a
quick little slide was just like George in the movies. Didn’t have to worry
about Ringo because you couldn’t see his feet behind the drums.
Not driving
much and then none, I walked. As painful as those boots were they made me feel
cool and felt so good when I took them off.
The plus side
of looking cool was the leather soles were great for dancing. The down side was
the soft leather wore out quick.
I bought at
least two pair and they were part of my band uniform until the next fashion
craze came along.
1 comment:
I remember. I even tried yours on - ouch! My feet were a lot bigger than yours.
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