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The Washington Post went to its archives and dug up their 1964 reviews of the Beatles and Rolling Stones:

 

Beatles:

 

The first of three appearances by The Beatles on the "Ed Sullivan Show" last Sunday night demonstrated, once more, that our adolescents don't know the difference between parody and the real thing. For that matter, neither do the Beatles.

 

They are, apparently, part of some kind of malicious, bi-lateral entertainment trade agreement. The British have to sit through dozens of dreadful American television programs. In return, we get the Beatles. As usual, we got gypped. Nothing we have exported in recent years quite justifies imported hillbillies who look like sheep dogs and sound like alley cats in agony.

 

There was once an intentional trade that is comparable, in reverse. The Soviet Union sent us the Moiseyev Dancers and we sent them Ed Sullivan. ...

 

Much of last Sunday's audience was created by plain curiosity. People wanted to know what all the shrieking is about and they got an answer -- four quite ordinary musicians who happen to have unusually good diction for their own field.

 

The haircuts can be seen on almost any street corner and young boys insist their clothing be shrunk until it is three sizes too small. The Beatles do offer some relief from the folk singers and our young do need some reason to scream. Those of us who are old enough to vote will simply have to endure one more monstrosity created by mass media.

 

Rolling Stones:

 

The Rolling Stones were in town yesterday but you didn’t miss anything unless you happen to be 12 years old and a girl.

 

The Stones are from England and they play amplified guitars and harmonicas and drums. They are not the Beatles.

 

The Beatles are smiley and nice and funny. The Stones are morbid and pathetic and very close to being ugly.

 

There are five of them. Four of them play instruments and weigh 140 pounds each. Mick Jagger, the fifth, sings and stares and dances. He was educated at the London School of Economics and weighs 146 pounds.

 

They’re touring the United States so that all the 12-year-old girls who have had to make do with canned voices on records and radios can dress up and comb their hair and scream at them in person.

 

Dressing up is very important. If you wear the right kind of boppy little hat and eye-makeup and tight pants one of the Stones may wave at you.

 

Mick Jagger doesn’t wave, he points. He has a lot of thick brown uncombed hair and he dances while he sings. Yesterday he wore checked bell-bottomed hip-hugger pants and danced with his microphone.

 

The microphone was on a long chrome-plated stand and had a round weighted base to keep it from falling over. Jagger picked it up and jumped around and turned it upside down and hugged it.

 

“Ah caint get no sat-is-fac-tion,” he said.

 

He aslo played the tambourine with his wrist and his knees and his rump.

 

“Ah caint get no sat-is-fac-tion,” he said.

 

Then he started to take off his jacket. He did it very slowly and gracefully, and then almost — but not quite — threw it into the audience.

 

“Eeeeeee,” said the audience.

 

There were a lot of policemen there too. They formed a human wall around the stage and shoved back all the girls who tried to take the place of the microphone. They held their nightsticks in their hands and shoved gently.

 

Suddenly, from the midst of all those girls, a young man in a red sweater jumped on stage and made a desperate grab at Jagger’s tambourine.

 

The police got there first. They twisted his arm and grabbed him around the neck and pushed him to the floor and then dragged him struggling and kiccking up the aisle.

 

Then suddenly it was over. Jagger dropped the microphone and leaped off the stage into a sea of blue and vanished. The group was here for only a one-night stand.

 

The Rolling Stones have made a lot of records and a lot of money. This reporter was told they were great musicians and gave great concerts. This reporter was told wrong.

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