St Brian Epstein: Canonised by the BBC

I don’t normally listen to anything presented by Matthew Parris. I was inoculated against him some years ago. But the other day by accident I came in for the last quarter of an hour of an edition of his programme Great Lives when the subject was Brian Epstein, manager of The Beatles from 1961 until his death from a drugs overdose a few years later. 

I have not experienced a more intense atmosphere of reverence since my visit to the Sistine Chapel in the 1990s. Odd, you might think, since the subject matter was only pop music. Ah, but things have changed and these days there is no such thing as pop music: and, while there used to be a distinction made between classical and pop, we have since abandoned any pretence of taste or discrimination, so that now there is only music. I don’t want to sound sniffy about pop, much of which provides a pleasant diversion. But to call it by the same word as, say The Well-tempered Clavier or Beethoven’s late quartets is a misuse of the English language. Worse than that, it’s just plain silly.

Nevertheless, Parris and the two devoted Epstein scholars in the studio with him throughout spoke of John, George, Paul and Ringo in the terms we once reserved for Bach, Handel, Haydn and Mozart.

How great do you have to be to feature on Great Lives? And what form, precisely, did Epstein’s greatness take? He managed a few pop musicians including Gerry and the Pacemakers, Billy J. Kramer, Tommy Quickly, Cilla Black and The Beatles and helped them become millionaires. If you are sceptical about whether his achievements in this activity qualify him for greatness, Parris and his duo of experts filled out Epstein’s candidateship with further details.

He was enthusiastically homosexual in an age when that practice was regarded as a perversion, rather than the badge of courage, virtue and honour it is today. He was assiduous in this practice – “known for it,” as they say. Epstein’s autobiography was titled A Cellar-full of Noise of which, Parris “quipped” John Lennon had said it should have been called A Cellar-full of Boys. He was in love with the nihilist John – “Imagine there’s no heaven, hell, countries, possessions, religion, nothing to die for” – Lennon. But Lennon claimed the affair was never “consummated.”

Epstein was devoted to what I think they call his “trade.” He even went so far as to commission a tailor to rig him out in an army officer’s uniform which he sported when he went “cruising.” He was cautioned for “persistent opportuning” outside a men’s lavatory in Swiss Cottage. He was a prolific user of illegal drugs, having been introduced to cannabis by that narcissist – who always sounds as if he has a peg on his nose – Bob Dylan in New York in 1964.

Thank you for your programme, Mr Parris. I now feel as if I have a clearer idea of what qualities amount to greatness.


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8 Comments on St Brian Epstein: Canonised by the BBC

  1. Enjoyed the article, but far too kind to manufactured Pop trash, I mean, calling it a “pleasant diversion”.

  2. I heard Matthew Parris describe himself as part of the Brahmin class, this was in a debate with Isabel Oakeshott. The latter was honest and capable in her defence of the vote to leave the EU, however Matthew Parris was correct in his self-identification, he is part of the modern Brahmin class, which is maybe an indication of why we would like to remove all the current politicians, CBI members, union leaders, ‘musicians’, artists, and media ‘opinion formers’. All of them represent only themselves, none of them represent the good people of Britain. As Kipling (always apt) writes ‘Mistletoe killing an oak—
    Rats gnawing cables in two— Moths making holes in a cloak— How they must love what they do! Yes—and we Little Folk too, We are busy as they—
    Working our works out of view—Watch, and you’ll see it some day!’. Be-warned Brahmins!

    • If Parris thinks he’s Brahmin class he’d better start leading an ascetic life of silence and contemplation. ASAP would be good.

  3. Ever since Matthew Parris “came out” he has been intolerable. Why he still has a column in the Spectator baffles me, but then it does publish articles as “balance” – including such as Paul Mason, the Marxist economist.

    • The Spectator also publishes a regular column by that long term Guardianista Nick Cohen. He was so horrified at the result of the 2016 referendum he declared that “the sewers have opened”.

    • A subscription to the Spectator Magazine is still (just about) worth buying for the weekly excellence of Rod Riddle. For me he’s the best journalist in Britain. James Delingpole can be hit-and-miss but does some very good work and his TV reviews almost always chime with my personal preferences. I’ve discovered a lot of great TV through James. His podcasts are well worth your time, too. He’s interviewing people the MSM won’t touch with a bargepole.

      Douglas Murray, although a neocon, is always rock solid on immigration.

      I really don’t know why a magazine like the Spectator needs to balance its output with writers like Cohen and Parris, among others. If one needs the Progressive view pick up anything else on the newsstand. You’ll get it there. But I believe their sales are solid so they don’t want to rock that boat too much. At least we still have the above people to fall back on.