the mccartneys
YOU ARE THE REASON

Janaina Medeiros

@theartofmadeline
Today's Document
KIROKAZE
tumblr dot com

No title available
🪼
styofa doing anything
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
NASA
No title available
Cosmic Funnies
Monterey Bay Aquarium
No title available
Sade Olutola
Claire Keane

No title available

seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from T1
seen from Singapore

seen from Türkiye

seen from Brazil

seen from T1
seen from Haiti
seen from Indonesia

seen from Spain
seen from Germany
seen from T1
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye

seen from Bosnia & Herzegovina
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
@maymacca
the mccartneys
STOPPP THEY'RE TOO CUTE 🥹🥹🥹
Art by @sugarxsnow3
Godspeed Olivia. <3
“He also brings in his girlfriend, rock photographer Linda Eastman. He introduces her to a camera man, then adds, “Linda’s a camera man.” Then he sits at the piano to run through some stunning new tunes: “Golden Slumbers,” “Another Day,” “The Long and Winding Road.” The songs aren’t finished, but he’s just showing off for Linda. He’s determined to dazzle this woman.
(This detail cannot be over-stressed: Paul has already decided Linda is the love of his life. He is correct. They’re inseparable for the next 38 years, until her dying day. At this point, he’s still a young rock star, not to mention the most adored bachelor on earth, but that doesn’t faze him. He has total emotional confidence in this life decision. He is 26 years old. Let’s face it: as a culture, we haven’t even begun to fathom the mysteries of Paul McCartney. The gods made only one of him.)” — ROB SHEFFIELD, Rolling Stone Get Back Review
PAUL MCCARTNEY photographed on his farm in Scotland by Linda McCartney ; 1970-1973.
After the Beatles thing became so depressing, Linda and I decided we’d get out of London and start living full-time on our small holding in Scotland. It was quite a difficult period because of the band’s breakup, but it allowed me to see another side of myself. First and foremost, we did everything for ourselves, and at this point it was Linda, Heather, Mary – who was still a baby – and me. If we needed something to eat, we’d go into town in the little Land Rover, come back up, and cook it. We didn’t have anyone helping us, except for one guy, the shepherd, because it was a little sheep farm. It was an experience that allowed me to be a man. If a picture needed hanging, I was your man. If something needed doing on the farm, I’d do it. If we needed a new table, I’d make it.
‘When Winter Comes’ is a series of memories of activities that had enriched me; each one makes up a nice little scene. I would fix fences, dig a drain, keep some chickens, somehow plant a vegetable garden. These are things I’d learnt. You’ve got to put a fence up or the fox will have your chickens. You’ve got to dig a drain because if the vegetable patch gets too wet, nothing will grow there. All these new experiences were feeding into the songs I was writing at the time, like ‘Heart of the Country’. I’d grown up in Liverpool and gone on the road with The Beatles around the world and then around again, and now here I was on a farm in the middle of nowhere, and it was sensational. There wasn’t a bath in this little farmhouse, but there was a big steel tub in which they’d cleaned the milking equipment, so we would just start filling this thing and about two hours later it would be ready. It wasn’t quick, but that was the joy of it. We’d get towels and just run – because the bath was in the barn next door, and it was bloody cold in the winter. We’d run in and jump in this bath, which was not easy to get into. But we were young and vigorous, and the kids were too young to know to complain. We’d jump in the big tub and have this fantastic Japanese-style bath. This was the kind of thing I’d never done, ever, in my life, and it was amazingly liberating. I got to do all the things I think a lot of young people still dream about today – the famous ‘gap year’. I sense a lot of people want that freedom, escaping the rat race.
‘I must find the time to plant some trees’. That was something else I’d actually done, though I’d planted them very badly. But we were learning these new skills, and it was fun, and now I’m a dab hand at it. I just lifted a piece of sod, stuck the roots of a little one-foot seedling underneath it and plonked the sod back down. In Scotland the weather can be harsh, and this was a hill farm, so there weren’t really many trees to speak of. On the hills where we were, the only things that could really survive were Douglas fir or Norway spruce and the like. By the time I wrote this song, around the early 1990s, those little one-foot things I’d planted in Scotland were bloody giants – thirty-foot giants.
Paul talking about ‘WHEN WINTER COMES’ in The Lyrics: 1956 to the Present.
happy birthday, bri! ❤
brian may at top of the pops, featuring killer queen (1974).
(x)
meet the Bee Gees! or, i paid 20 dollars for a stock photo so i guess i have to use it the way i said i would so alamy doesn’t come to my house and forcibly take it back
my god he has ONE braincell and it ONLY thinks about HER.
when you're right, you're right.
Just realized these two pics were taken in the same day. Maybe Heather took the second one, which is in the Ram back cover?
Today we remember this sweet delectable baby, dear phenomenal lady with those flashing eyes. 23 years without you.
april 15th, 2021.
The owner of one Rory Taylor’s tribute account on Instagram is complaining she doesn’t want to show up her baby and also blaming her brother Felix for publishing the baby’s pics - IN HIS PRIVATE ACCOUNT.
FANS AND BOUNDARIES - PLEASE SHARE.
So yesterday an Instagram tribute account to Roger’s daughter Rory Taylor posted some pictures of her newborn baby boy. Rory and her partner (also called Rory) had announced her pregnancy on the New Year in her own Instagram (which is private but she normally allows fans to follow her per request).
So this “tribute account for Rory” thought it would be OK to publish the baby’s pictures straight out of her brother’s Felix Instagram WHICH IS PRIVATE (and somehow this “tribute account” has access to it) and make them public. In a matter of hours pictures of Rory’s baby were all around the internet, in Facebook groups, tumblr etc.
THIS IS WRONG. Rory isn’t a public person like her siblings Tiger Lily and Rufus. She’s a doctor and shares very little of her life. Not even her siblings (apart from Felix - who has every right to share pics of his new nephew as a proud uncle) have even acknowledge the little one’s birth. It must be her choice to keep this under wraps, as her partner made his own account private after the pics leaked.
And once again we see a total lack of boundaries on the Queen fandom. WE ARE FANS, NOT FAMILY OR FRIENDS. These people have their own private lives which they have all the right in the world to keep private. Especially when they are kind enough to grant you access to their own private Instagram accounts - YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO SHARE PRIVATE CONTENT. That’s a total breach of trust and will likely affect the way how they interact with fans in the future.
I won’t name the account in question, but in the next post are today’s prints COMPLAINING about Rory and her partner trying to make everything private and also BLAMING FELIX for sharing his own nephew’s photos PRIVATELY.
True love never dies. RIP Sir.
Brian May, performing “Driven By You” Live on French TV, 1993 (x)