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Can I tell you guys something embarrassing? When I heard Psycho Killer by the Beatles, I used to think that when Paul sang “psycho killer, qu'est-ce que c'est” he was saying “psycho killer, kiss kiss hey”. I thought that for so many years.
Psycho Killer by the Who?
WHEN WHO SINGS “PSYCHO KILLER”?
“Why do people go to the cinema? What takes them into a darkened room where, for two hours, they watch the play of shadows on a sheet? The search for entertainment? The need for a kind of drug? All over the world there are, indeed, entertainment firms and organisations which exploit cinema and television and spectacles of many other kinds. Our starting-point, however, should not be there, but in the essential principles of cinema, which have to do with the human need to master and know the world. I think that what a person normally goes to the cinema for is time: for time lost or spent or not yet had. He goes there for living experience; for cinema, like no art, widens, enhances, and concentrates a person’s experience—and not only enhances it but makes it longer, significantly longer.”
— Andrei Tarkovsky, tr. Kitty Hunter-Blair | Sculpting in Time (via showings)
imagine ram..... ramagine...
when you start actually listening to the beatles you start to realise you are surrounded by beatles references everywhere and all the time. you are constantly subjected to those british men whether you like it or not
the phasmid in disco elysium has to be in the 99.99th percentile of effectiveness for characters that, when i actually interacted with them first, changed my perception of the entire world a piece of media had built up. like DE, pre-phasmid, has some wondrous magical realism kind of elements that appear more as you progress (the existence of the pale and its whole deal, harry’s skills allowing him insight he should not have, etc) that juxtapose some of the more gritty and real aspects (we’re investigating a murder here. and an extremely politically and emotionally charged one at that) but i just feel like the phasmid’s appearance really solidifies that yes, this game does feature serious topics and interactions that are desperate and sad and violent, but oh my god we have to keep going. like oh my GOD we have to keep living so bad. there’s hope and here is wonder still undiscovered by the rest of the world. there’s more to see out there and while we have that we have to continue seeking it out. things can be strange and impossible and beautiful and so sad at the same time and i want to see it all. all bc this big fuck-off insect that looks like a clump of reeds told me to do it for the working class. nods. okay phasmid. okay
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The Beatles signatures by each member with corresponding self-portrait caricature sketches, circa October 1963
Signed on an a piece of paper in blue ball-point pen by John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr and George Harrison all with a self-portrait caricature, an additional inscription in George's hand To PHUSQUE Best wishes from the BEATLES, signed for use in a Swedish school magazine. The Beatles visited Sweden in October 1963 for their concert in the small town of Karlstad, performing in the hall of a secondary school. The signatures were obtained for use in the school magazine and the vendor, being the youngest involved with the paper aged 12, was given the original signatures as a memento. (x)
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pls feed us mclennon :((((
*blows off dust, starts coughing* here's something i drew a while back
Beatles fans when your favourite song is yesterday and not my cheri my pau pau my little pau pau do you remember when we were on that café on the left bank
they literally mean the entire world to me fuckkk my mclennon life
Paul in the Bahamas two months after John died photographed by Linda
early 60s johnpaul sketch page!!!
I don't remember finding fart jokes particularly funny even when I was a child.
Five year old me, watching a movie with fart jokes: "Oh, how gauche. They're pandering to the lowest common denominator."
Paul McCartney and Linda McCartney getting arrested in Gothenburg, Sweden, 10 August 1972. Photo by Joe Stevens.