Just before the show, Brian searched out Sullivan backstage and in his finest West End accent informed him, “I would like to know the exact wording of your introduction”. Sullivan gave Brian a sidelong glance. “I would like you to get lost,” he told him.
Considering the auspiciousness of the event, the actual introduction was superb. In his inimitable deadpan delivery of a mortician, interrupted by the periodic scream of the audience at just the mention of the Beatles’ name, Sullivan first read a congratulatory telegram sent to them from Elvis Presley wishing them luck. Then, shouting over the screams of the audience – screams that did not abate for the entire five minutes the Beatles were on the air – Sullivan intoned, “America, judge for yourself.“.
The Love You Make – Peter Brown and Steven Gaines