In the prologue to the new Beatles biography by Bob Spitz, I just read this description of how the lads were dressed on the night of their big first show in Liverpool:
Nor could anyone take his eyes off of the rude cowboy boots with flat chopped heels that each man wore, especially John Lennon's, which were ornate Twin Eagles, emblazoned with birds carved on both the front and the back and outlined with white stitching.And I realized: these are the boots that are missing from my life. Not necessarily John Lennon's boots, but boots like that. Rude. Black. Flat, chopped heels. With boots like that, I could . . I could do anything.