The Beatles: Get Back as Dril Tweets, Pt. 2
Pt. 1
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The Beatles: Get Back as Dril Tweets, Pt. 2
Pt. 1
Paul McCartney, age 15, hearing a gingery teddy boy in red plaid singing in Simlish and playing banjo chords on a guitar made out of a tissue box and rubber bands:
The Beatles photographed by Jean Marie Perier, circa 1967.
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what is your take on mclennon?
they fucked for the first time in india and it ruined their relationship
they fucked UP UNTIL india and something there ruined their relationship
they fucked on and off until john died
they never fucked (but if they did it would have solved all their problems)
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i’m personally team “they had tons of sexual contact that could be plausibly denied as either sexual or gay” because that’s not even up for debate—they’ve said themselves they did it and so have witnesses!!! brigitte bardot, jerking off on the set of help, satyricon, etc
but I agree with many folks below that there’s some level of unconsummation, physically/emotionally/spiritually, that I think is born out through their behavior and that I think Paul fully addresses in soul-destroying bridge of The Pound Is Sinking:
“It did happen—it did happen—okay maybe it happened but it was only for a minute—okay fine it happened but it wasn’t me who was doing it—okay fine it happened but I’m not responsible for it” : if that’s not the most psychotic Gemini response to whatever the fuck was going on with them, I don’t know what is!!!!!
Mirabelle: George Harrison tells his own life story. (October, 1963)
Hi girls, George Harrison here, lead guitar.
I’m not taking any notice of course, but the other three are skipping around the room, saying, “Hi girls! George Harrison here, lead guitar.” Well, I’ve got to introduce myself some way, haven’t I?
One thing about us Beatles is that we’re just as nutty now as we ever were. Our chart success hasn’t changed us, thank goodness. I remember the first time I ever met Paul was on the bus home from school. He was sitting laughing to himself. I thought, “We’ve a right case here,” and then I realised he could see his own reflection in the window. Well, I thought, that explains it!
John, I recall, was eating fish and chips, but his hair being so long kept getting in the way! Ringo, who I met in a club, looked moody. Then when we started talking he explained he’d been talking hard and the effort was too much for him. He can’t help it, poor lad.
I was never officially introduced to myself. In accordance with the natural custom I was born, at the time being fairly small (about twenty inches long). My mother insists that I was brought into the world singing and playing a guitar, but I think she’s joking.
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“He [Billy Preston] was vulnerable, though, and the Beatles took him under their wing. They made sure he was all right, they dedicated “Love Me do” and “A Taste of Honey” to him (his favorite songs), and George invited him to join them on stage, to add organ to the Beatles’ sound. Preston wanted to but didn’t dare: word might get back to Little Richard and “he’d have got mad.””
— Billy Preston and The Beatles in Hamburg from the book The Beatles All These Years Tune In Vol. 1 by Mark Lewisohn, Page 755 (via jonesingjay)
Inside those dinky, dilapidated halls, the Silver Beetles "pulled out all the stops." They pummeled those Scottish kids with forty minutes of kick-ass music that never let up for a beat. One after the next, the songs built to a furious, undisciplined pitch, rumbling, wailing, like a train through a tun-fil. The kids at cach show were undone by the music, practically throwing themselves around the floor. "Those two boys operated on a different frequency," Askew says of Paul and John. "I used to watch them work the crowd as though they'd been doing it all their lives -and without any effort other than their amazing talent. I'd never seen anything like it. They were so tapped into what the other was doing and could sense their partner's next move, they just read each other like a book." It was uncanny, he thought, how well they knew each other. "It was always Lennon and McCartney, even then. Lennon and McCartney. They wouldn't even look at George or Stu to determine where things were going. Everything was designed around the two of them-and the others had to catch up on their own."
“We spent more time together than John and Yoko: the four of us sleeping in the same room, practically in the same bed, in the same truck, living together night and day, eating, shitting and pissing together! Doing everything together!” — John Lennon
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