Shea Stadium, 60 years ago today, captured by 17-year-old amateur photographer Marc Weinstein after he bluffed his way backstage with a fake press pass.
The previous year, he'd photographed The Beatles from the front row at their Baltimore concert. This time around, again armed with a ticket, he had loftier ambitions.
“Once inside Shea, I had no intention of going to my seat," he'd recall in 2010. "By that time, I had a year’s experience at the Baltimore Civic Center photographing the Rolling Stones and Dave Clark Five along with Sonny and Cher, among others. I had perfected my method of operation: get there very early, wear a suit and act like you belong.
"Once inside Shea, I immediately went down to the lower concourse where the dressing rooms, locker rooms and concession vendors were. I walked to every door and turned the knob, hoping it would take me somewhere. Where, I didn’t know, but anywhere close to the field. Finally, after 20 minutes of working the lower concourse, a knob turned and the door opened. Fright? Panic? I can’t quite recall, except a sudden feeling took over, telling me to ‘take control’. When I turned that knob, it changed my life forever.
“There I was, with a phony press pass from the radio station, my four-year-old Bar Mitzvah suit (it was my ‘lucky suit’, though the pants cuffs were four inches above my shoes), two empty camera bags and two cameras. I paused, swung open the door and stepped in the room. It turned out to be a locker room full of NYC policemen for crowd control!
"Wow! What do I do? Turn and leave? No! I was determined to seize the opportunity. Boldly, I walked up to the first policeman and, in my best fake British accent, I said, ‘Excuse me, Sir. I’m with The Beatles’ entourage and I got separated from the group. Would you take me to the stage, please?’
"He looked at me and my ‘press pass’ and said, ‘Sure. Follow me.’ I stayed right behind him while he escorted me to the left field gate and told the guard at the gate, ‘Let this guy out. He’s with the band.’ I thanked that policeman and, with authority, walked through the gate out onto the grass that warm August night.
“The moment I stepped out, my body was electrified like I had never felt before and have never felt since. The image of walking onto that empty field, taking in the crowd of 55,000 people and spotting the stage at second base in front of me is all I can really remember. It was a moment frozen in time, forever in my mind.
"After a few feet, I became aware of shouts and screams from the stands. I think they thought I was Ringo because I have a big nose! That same electrifying feeling still comes to me whenever I see the Fab Four in a film or even just hear any of their songs. I feel it and it always comes back. It was my moment frozen in time.
“For the duration of the concert, I took photos from different angles and different sides of the stage. At one point, the Beatles’ staff photographer, Robert Whitaker, ran out of film and I actually gave him one of my rolls! I only did it so I could make future connection with The Beatles. A couple of weeks later, I sent some shots to him at NEMS Enterprises, Ltd., reminding him of who I was. Instead of hearing back from him, I received a letter from Tony Barrow, The Beatles’ publicist, and some autographed promotional photos of The Beatles.
"That was a nice gesture. However, I had the best gift I could ever want: my own art photography of The Beatles during the most exciting concert of their career, right at their side.”
From
Buskin with The Beatles Facebook Page

Marc Weinstein, third from left