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“The employees need a larger salary” “hmmmm large celery”
one of my favorite beatles-related things ever (2 february 1963) if anyone cares
(note: found in ‘the mammoth book of the beatles’. titled ‘why the beatles create all that frenzy’ by maureen cleave)
"The Beatles are the darlings of Merseyside. The little girls of Merseyside are so fiercely possessive about their Beatles that they forced Granada to put them on television, and they wouldn’t buy their first record in case they should become famous and go away to London and leave them.
Fortunately others did buy it, and now they are buying the second one, “Please Please Me”, at the rate of 50,000 a week. They are a vocal-instrumental group, three guitars and drums, and they don’t sound a bit like The Shadows, or anybody else for that matter.
But I think it’s their looks that really get people going, that start the girls queuing outside the Liverpool Grafton at 5.30 for 8pm. Their average age is twenty and they have what their manager likes to call “exceptional taste in clothes”. They look scruffy, but scruffy on purpose.
They wear bell-bottom suits of a rich Burgundy colour with black velvet collars. Boots of course. Shoes seem to have died out altogether. Their shirts are pink and their hairstyles are French. Liverpool lads of twelve and upwards now have small bouffant Beatle heads with their fringe brushed forwards.
On stage, there’s none of this humble bowing of the head, or self-effacing trips over the microphone leads. They stand there, bursting with self-confidence and professional polish — as well they might, for they have been at this game since 1958. They know exactly what they can get away with, and their inter-song patter is in the Max Miller-music hall tradition, with slightly bawdy schoolboy overtones.
John Lennon has an upper lip which is brutal in a devastating way. George Harrison is handsome, whimsical and untidy. Paul McCartney has a round baby face, while Ringo Starr is ugly but cute. (He’s called Ringo because he wears two on each hand.)
“Their physical appearance,” said my friend, who is a Liverpool housewife, “inspires frenzy. They look beat-up and depraved in the nicest possible way.”
They are very friendly and charming. They like each other and everybody else, and are seen around a good deal. They also write their own songs.
They are considered intelligent, three of them went to grammar school, and John Lennon had more education at the Liverpool College of Art.
“It helps being intelligent, I suppose,” he said, “though, mind you, I’ve met people in this business who aren’t as thick as they look. On second thoughts, I’d rather be thick and rich than bright and otherwise. We all want to get rich so we can retire. We don’t want to go straight or get to be all-round entertainers. We’d like to have a bash at acting; not that we can do it but we’d like to see ourselve up there. People try to pin labels on us. Now they say we’re rhythm and blues, but ever since I read two years ago that calypso was taking England by storm, I’ve never believed a word I read. For us, this is just good fun. We don’t really bother about what we do on the stage, or on television for that matter. We practise what we call ‘grinnings at nothings’. One-two-three, and we all grin at nothing. When we go on tour with Helen Shapiro next week, I don’t know how we’ll manage. I thought I might lie down on the floor, like Al Jolson.”
Paul McCartney said John was self-confident because he was too blind to see all the nasty little faces in the audience not enjoying it.
“He can’t see a thing,” said Paul. “Can’t tell how they’re taking it. He develops these catch-phrases. You know what his latest one is? ‘Thank you folks, you’re too kind.’ Imagine that — ‘Thank you folks, you’re too kind,’ twenty times over. After a bit, the audience joins in. It drives us daft and we get him to change it.”
“Actually, John has a great laugh about being blind. Our humour is based on anything other people don’t laugh at — death, for instance, or disease. It sounds dreadful if you write it down, but it’s the cruel stuff, the cruellies, that make us laugh. Not that we’re unkind, or anything. We’re just silly.”
You can dance to The Beatles, but my Liverpool housewife says most people prefer to listen.
“They like to sit and throb,” she said, “or stand and throb, and the walls stream with sweat. It’s lovely.”
It takes you back, doesn’t it? To the early days of rock ‘n’ roll."
They’re so cute I wish they were real
idk if I've told this story on here before but one time I was sitting at my desk at work and a random dog I'd never seen before strolled into my office and curled up at my feet. and I was like oh you are adorable but what the fuck?
then a woman knocked on the door and said "oh I'm so sorry he's a therapy dog he's trained to seek out people in severe distress"
and I was like right okay, just getting my whole life drive-by roasted by a dog then
just completed an important but relatively uncomplicated task that's been hanging over my head for 2 weeks straight. i have been having actual nightmares and anxiety over this, worrying i will never get it done. it took me all of 30 minutes and was lightly annoying but not terrible. the relief i feel is physically palpable, like a sword has been removed from my sternum. and yet! in the nature of the human spirit! i will learn nothing from this experience!
Me, tears streaming down my face, sobbing, as I stare at the stars: it’s just so beautiful
The medieval peasant I went back in time to give a bag of Doritos to, concerned: what terrible and powerful sorcerers they must have in your age, to be able to veil the vault of heaven itself from view, as you say
Me, sniffling: I didn’t realize, I can’t, it’s so much, I, I… are the chips good, at least?
Medieval peasant, trying to make me feel better: they’re… magical, strange traveler
science has always been political. what gets studied. what doesnt. who gets to do the studying. on and on and on.
scientists on this post: yuuuup 👍
people who aren't scientists: um actually ☝️
Liam Gallagher being interviewed in Paris (1995)
frank chill think of our children
a. Everyone, regardless of gender (embodied or assigned) is taught misogyny and must actively unlearn it.
b. Men — all men — are structurally incentivized towards misogyny. Men who want to be feminists must actively fight the societal forces that push them towards misogyny.
how it feels to be a useless chud. with no driving licence
Liam having a “Religious” experience during Noel's guitar solo
-Yokohama Arena, Japan, 2000
every mpreg road leads back to liam gallagher from british rock band oasis
Noel on Much Music — Buenos Aires, 1998
the reason i love oasis is because they are a walking, talking contradiction. like, they’re one of the biggest bands in the uk to the point they’re considered “overrated” and yet you cross the atlantic and suddenly no one has a clue who they are. they’re objectively ugly but also, somehow, devastatingly fit. they dress like blokes who got lost on the way to the off-licence and still ended up as fashion icons. they perform working-class authenticity despite having been multimillionaires for longer than they were ever poor. they’ve written songs that feel spiritually life-changing and they all sound exactly the same, with the same three chords rearranged and lightly plagiarised. none of them are technically exceptional musicians, yet noel is still a songwriting genius, and liam is considered one of the greatest frontmen of all time even though he just stands there like a statue for the entire gig and his voice went to shit after 2002. they are loud, uneducated, emotionally illiterate men but their songs have the most delicate and profound lyrics ever. they’re famously awful evil people, and yet free of any truly career-ending controversial allegations. they are rock’n’roll legends who live like bored middle-aged dads. they’re worshipped by hooligans and casual culture while putting out the most needy, homoerotic, emotionally codependent music known to man. they treated women appallingly and yet every ex still speaks of them with fondness, still a bit in love, and their kids absolutely adore them. and at the centre of it all are two brothers who despise each other, batter each other regularly, then snog with tongue and spend their entire discography circling the weirdly incestuous gravitational pull of their relationship. they’re massive bellends and i genuinely could not have chosen a better band to be obsessed with.
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I turn 20 in December. Dearest Morrissey, are you by any chance looking for a young, American (sadly) boyfriend? I'm available. I'm not man enough to refer to you as anything other than Morrissey, which one could argue is too proper, too professional for a lover. All I do is try my best, having to prove to myself that I'm worthy of your affections.