When I moved to New York in the 1970s I started collecting the British versions of all The Beatles albums. I’d never seen them on sale in America before, but this was New York and they could be found in many of the big record stores.
I knew they were the canonical albums, the albums as The Beatles had created them, before Capitol chopped them up and rearranged them for the American releases. They had more songs on them and more attractive covers and tended to be better pressings.
I had to save up for months to get a new one — they were more expensive than the Capitol albums and I was always short of ready cash — but they were good company in those scrambling days.
I remember feeling down one day in my crummy loft on 21st Street and putting on Beatles For Sale and instantly cheering up. I thought, “The Beatles never let you down.” They really don’t.