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It was the dawn of a new year, January 1, 1962.

The cold air lashed out, painting frost on the windows of a nondescript building in London.

Inside, Decca Records was about to make a decision that would echo through history. Forever linking its name to one of the most extraordinary missed opportunities of all time.

Dick Rowe was Decca’s senior A&R man. An industry veteran revered for his uncanny ability to discover fresh talent. His keen instincts had earned him the nickname “the man with the golden ear.”

But even the most skilled hunters can sometimes miss their mark.

And on this fateful day, Rowe’s actions would set the stage for one of the most colossal screw-ups in music history.

Rowe assigned the task of evaluating a young, unproven guitar group to Mike Smith. An up-and-coming producer eager to leave his mark on the industry.

The band in question had made the long journey from Liverpool to London. Their hopes and dreams pinned on the outcome of this audition.

They had no idea just how much was at stake.

Picture the scene; the band setting up their instruments, the air thick with tension.

Nervous glances exchanged.

While their hearts pounded like the drums they were about to play.

They had spent countless hours preparing for this pivotal moment. As the first notes rang out, they felt a surge of adrenaline that propelled them through the audition.

The audition lasted hours. Each song delivered with a raw, untamed energy that echoed through the studio.

The producer, Smith, watched and listened intently. His eyes narrowing as he weighed the potential of this unpolished group of musicians.

What the band didn’t know was that Smith had been working with another act, Brian Poole and the Tremeloes.

The Tremeloes were a sleek, professional ensemble with a sound that Smith believed was perfect for the market.

They were the polar opposite of the rough, unvarnished group before him. And Smith couldn’t help but contrast the two as he watched the audition unfold.

As the final chords of the last song dissolved into the air, the band looked to Smith for any sign of approval.

Their future dangled precariously in the balance, and the silence in the room was almost unbearable.

Smith, however, remained inscrutable.

His thoughts were a closely guarded secret. And the band could only speculate about the outcome of their performance.

Days passed, and back in Liverpool, the band anxiously awaited word from Decca. Their manager, a tenacious and devoted Brian Epstein, sat by the phone constantly, praying for good news.

When the call finally came, the crushing weight of disappointment was almost too much to bear.

Decca had made their decision.

The band would not be signed.

Dick Rowe, in his infinite wisdom, had declared, “Guitar groups are on the way out, Mr. Epstein.”

The guitar group Decca had turned away would go on to forever change the face of popular music… leaving an indelible mark on the world and spawning a cultural revolution.

They were none other than…

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