#paul mccartney

[crypticbugs]

a Paul-ified study of A Theater Dressing Room by Laura Knight

[ggarbagee]

um

[demiza]

y'all I swear ill be gatekeeping the Beatles when the biopics come out like if I get larper accusations im gonna pull out the jerk circle lore card and all that jazz

[downthepub]

If the public perception of Paul McCartney is pretty much frozen in stone, he sometimes seems to be entirely at odds with it. At one point I mentioned the ‘Fab Macca’ image of him as the irrepressibly chirpy Scouser, gooning for the cameras with his thumbs aloft. Surprising me, it lit his fuse and prompted a sweary explosion of only partly comedic rage. ‘I have been chastened by the world opinion on that,’ he said, his hackles beginning to rise. ‘You will not actually see me do it.’ ‘Is that right?’ I said, not entirely buying this. ‘Well, have you seen me do it in the last ten years?’ he said.

I admitted I hadn’t. ‘Because I’m suitably chastened by people saying, “You shouldn’t do that.” It’s like fucking school! “One thing you must not do is put your fucking thumbs up, you twat!” So much of what happens reminds me of school. And I think my attitude’s the same as it always was. “Yes, sir.” Waits till sir has gone out the room and then goes, “Fuck off!” Y’know, that’s what we really think. Anyone dares to tell us we’re . . . cunts . . . is a twat . . . Excuse me, I’ve just gone all sweary. You said I was Wacky Thumbs Aloft, you see.’ ‘Still,’ I contended, ‘it’s quite a handy two-dimensional public image to have, isn’t it? It kind of conceals the guy who gets annoyed or angry or tells people what to do.’ McCartney seemed temporarily thrown. ‘Uh, y’know . . . I don’t know,’ he said. ‘Maybe it is. Like I say, man, I really don’t know. It seems natural to me, y’know. I’m not always feeling in that mood. But I am optimistic and want to remain optimistic.’ It was in moments such as this that I realised that Paul was not nearly as self-aware as you might expect. Ask him what he himself imagined was the popular image of him, Wacky Macca aside, and he was similarly, and perhaps surprisingly, stumped. ‘Oh . . . I don’t know, man . . . I don’t know . . . no, I don’t know.’ In many ways, it seems, it’s this lack of self-analysis that stops him going entirely mad. Perhaps if he thought too deeply about the fact that he is ‘Paul McCartney’, he might not be able to function. One of his more peculiar traits is that he constantly refers to The Beatles as ‘they’ (‘They were the greatest little rock band going’), and even to himself in the third person (‘If anyone’s gonna make a decision,’ he said, looking from the outside in at the warring in Wings, ‘it should probably be him.’). It’s as if divorcing himself from reality allows him to unburden himself of the weight of his legend.

Man on the Run: Paul McCartney in the 1970s, by Tom Doyle

[kumomip]

Yuri time 🐞

[paulmccartneydaily]

He's so fine

[quietnoisyone]

me posing for any photo