Happy Jane breaks up with Paul on live tv anniversary to the sexiest failed engagement of 1968 🖤
cell block tango but it’s the beatles singing about all the bandmates they kicked out
When I find myself in times of trouble
George Harrison comes to me
speaking words of wisdom
“The Beatles had just finished a recording and George Harrison was passing around cigarettes. Ringo ran across the floor of Studio Two and leapt up the stairs to talk to recording manager George Martin. The time was right for the other three to speak privately. John: “Look, what ARE we going to get him as a bloody wedding present? Let’s get it sorted out right now.” Paul: “I don’t know what you’re worried about, I’ve brought him back something from Tunisia.” John: “What?” Paul: “A silver apple – nice, Arabic thing. Very unusual.” George: “What’s your game then? You’re sucking up to Ringo a bit, aren’t you?” John: “What are you after, Paul – a job in Ringo’s group when we give him the push? I reckon somebody should go out tomorrow and buy him and Maureen a bloody big gold clock. The biggest gold clock there is. Didn’t you realise we waited for you to come back from holiday before deciding what to buy him from all of us? Listen, somebody, go out and spend a lot of money on this lovely gold clock. Then we’ll send him a note saying he’s out of the group!” It was a fairly severe joke, but knife-edged jokes are flying all the time at a Beatles recording session. Anyone taking them seriously would wrongly think The Beatles lived on the precipice of real disaster. The truth is that they revel in that sort of humour A snipe is meant as a joke. Their personalities are basically so similar that they have an uncanny understanding of each other’s apparent attacks.”
— Ray Coleman (journalist), report for Melody Maker: Here we go again. (February 27th, 1965)
Paul McCartney & George Harrison at the Deauville Hotel in Miami, FL | 16 February 1964 © Jane Sollogub
@eppysboys killing it in tags:
Let It F, Let It U
The Beatles During Get Back as Parks & Rec Quotes
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THE BEATLES as textposts I relate to
lame old man i don’t care about: modern “granddude” paul, set on being a good role model for his grandchildren, swears he never did anything naughty in his life, keeps telling the same 5 stories, only public appearances are on late-night shows, best friends with james cordon, drama-less happy marriage, makes generic family-friendly music every few years, promotes healthy vegetarian eating, only political stance is wanting to fuck the queen, has tiktok, a billionaire.
my best friend: cokehead genius 1967 paul, hedonist, regularly appears on television high as balls to lecture you about society, keeps talking about “the seven levels,” makes sgt. pepper’s lonely hearts club band and magical mystery tour back to back, house is the party hot-spot of england, a true london dandy who FUCKS, steady diet of coke, weed and acid, lets homeless people claiming they’re jesus live with him for awhile because “you never know,” involved with a few underground communist avant-garde art cults, dropped most of his fortune into whatever tf apple was supposed to be, a freak of nature.
I hate buses so much. Trains are easy, reliable, straightforward. No nonsense. You can trust them. Buses are evil, deceitful creatures who delight in your suffering
Reading The Beatles Lyrics by Hunter Davies and
“perhaps with a married woman”
“perhaps with a married woman”
“p e r h a p s w i t h a m a r r i e d w o m a n”
THE BEATLES as textposts I relate to
Who is the weirdest Beatle?
They all were 💖
I am a big fan of @orphanbeat's analysis. They really all were different types of weird, and I adore them for it.
Ringo is the sort of kooky uncle/grandpa that makes strange mspaint art that stirs up feelings of profound awe and fear and falls asleep in the middle of the family bbq and eats broccoli for breakfast.
George is a strange little gremlin. A gnome living in your garden. The scarecrow on the farm. The philosopher that lives in a cave to recieve visions from God but emerges every other hour for a snack.
Paul is a bizarre man. Throat kissed by an angel. Too much energy stuffed in a human form, and his seams are about to snap at any given moment. He hops onto a stage and you see those threads strain. He's not quite attached to the earth. This is his brain, but it's always in motion.
John is a weird raccoon man. A crazy cat lady. Something a grandmother would knit on a weekday morning. A trembling teacup of emotion. Take the calming painting in your therapist's office and put it inthe microwave... John is the result. He is a gangly puppet that will offer you his strings himself.
Fear
something in the way she moos
attracts me like no udder lover
Something in the way she moos me
You know I believe in cows
Don’t wanna milk her now
You’re asking me will my cow grow
That went way further than I thought it would…