YOU KNOW MY NAME (LOOK UP THE NUMBER). Sometimes history does eventually rhyme, or as Mark Twain once said, “no occurrence is sole and solitary, but is merely a repetition of a thing which has happened before, and perhaps often:”

By the late 1950’s, the majors began to come around to ”all that,” and, by 1964, when the Beatles stormed America, the new world was ready for them. The older artists and their songs had largely disappeared from the record stores and the air waves. It was a world for the children, by the children and of the children. Nat Cole worked easy, and those who knew him said it went with his nature. Tony Bennett recalls sitting around a Las Vegas dressing room with Cole one day in 1964, a few months before he died. The King picked up the phone and called his record company, Capitol. A minute later, he slammed down the receiver and walked around the room in a quiet rage.

”What happened?” Bennett asked. Cole didn’t answer for what seemed to Bennett like an eternity. Finally, he hissed: ”The girl picked up and said, ‘Capitol Records, Home of the Beatles.”’

—Sidney Zion, “Outlasting Rock,” the New York Times, June 21, 1981.

Hmm. That “best new artist” thing really has a short shelf life — or so Paul McCartney and crew learned Monday night when they were denied entry to a Grammys after-party at the Argyle.

The 18-time Grammy winner, who has on his resume minor honors including 1964’s new artist trophy when he was part of a little band called the Beatles and the 1967 album of the year win for the niche release “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band,” wondered, “How VIP do we gotta get? We need another hit … ” as he, six-time Grammy winner Beck and others in their group were told to talk to the hand outside Tyga’s celebration in Hollywood.

—“Paul McCartney turned away at Tyga’s Grammys party: ‘I don’t control the door,’ rapper says,” the L.A. Times on Wednesday.

(Classical reference in headline.)