liam gallagherâs john lennon obsession shines through in many ways but i find the most damning is how he tweets exactly like i imagine john would tweet were he alive today
A letter from George Harrison to Astrid Kircherr, August 1963, on stationery from the Palace Court, Bournemouth, where The Beatles had played The Gaumont, from Monday 19th August to Saturday 24th August 1963.
There is a LOT going on in this letter (George's obsession with photos?, George writing a book??, hate for Mrs. Sutcliffe???, George's aching balls????), but what endeared me was his nickname for Astrid: "Asser", which would be pronounced Assa or Azza. It's true, Hazza and the lads had loads of Northern nicknames for their mates!
My transcription under the cut.
DEAR ASTRID,
Do you remember me asking you in Tenerife to write to me as soon as you get back to Hamburg? You didnât know how long you were going to stay at Klausâ house, so you would write to me from Hamburg, then I would send you all the records and fun and games!
Betty (the great) comes to England all fat and sloppy saying, - âVhy you no write to Astrid,â as if it was my fault, so just shut up. Anyway Asser, I bought you the records I told you about years ago, and they are still at home covered in dust, so if you have decided where aboutâs you are living lately, then let me know and I will send them to you with some other nice ones that you would like.
Fat Betty has seen all the Happy holiday Photos, hasnât she? but I havenât, oh-no. You wonât show them to me will you!
Actually if she had not come to England with King Size, then I would still be wondering which part of the world you where in!
I bought a Jaguar (car) last month, I think you would like it. I will send you a photograph of it, with the records as soon as I get back to Liverpool.
I hope you donât think I am being funny butâŠ..Could you look through your photographs and find some â or all of the photoâs that have the Beatles, either all together or separately, or that any of us with other people on them, in fact any photographs at all that may be of interest and then if you felt in a HAPPY ASTRID MOOD, do you think that you could either GIVE or LEND them to me. It does not matter if they photographs are terrible, as I wonât tell anybody that you made them, if you want me to.
You know that Paul and John are going to be very rich soon, when they collect the money they have made by writing all those songs, and I donât think that you would like to see me poor and hungry, so I have decided to make a book. It wonât be a DA SADE type book, but a daft story about the BEATLES, with some photographs in it, and then I hope to sell it to all the nice people and then I can buy food with the moneyâŠCanât I?
I would like to have some pictures that the people havenât already seen in all the other books, so that is why I am asking you. It would be very nice of you, even if the pictures were old at the Indra and KaiserKeller and Top Ten. I know you are very particular about what you do with all the lovely photos, but if you are nice and send me some with the negatives, then I will kill Mrs. Sutcliffe for you! But if you donât, then I will pay for Mrs. S. To go to Hamburg and see you for a Holiday!!!
What happened to JĂŒrgen? Do you know his address? Where is Klaus now, as I still havenât said âThank youâ for letting us live in his house.
How are you Asser? Are you well, because I have been ill all week, feeling tired all the time. The doctor gave me a tonic which is like liquid preludin. My balls have been aching too, and banging around on stage!
We will be in Paris for 3 weeks in January. I will write again with the records
cheerio and love from
Georgie (your friend who wants the photos)
This was published in the July 2015 issue of Record Collector.
i actually get so mad when a letterboxd review describes a movie as their âfavoriteâ and then i go to their profile and itâs not actually in their top 4⊠like that is performative and not indicative of your true spirit
the monkees are so stupid and great as a concept because they dont sound real. yeah they werent supposed to exist for real but they went rogue and killed their producers or something. the guitarist is a bassist and the bassist is a guitarist and the drummer is the only guy who couldn't play the drums. the government wants them dead and they went from starring in a silly kids sitcom to producing their own psychological surrealist horror movie that features just a real guy dying for real, in the span of like. a year. orgy mansion and secret fbi files. can someone put them out of their misery
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