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Take Good Care Of My Baby | The Beatles
Trainspotting - Danny Boyle 1996
Lucy Liu in Chicago (2002) dir. Rob Marshall
bob dylan performing the ballad of a thin man.
George Harrison and Eric Idle, 1976; photo presumably © Harrison Family, screenshot from Living In The Material World.
“[George] won my heart and I fell in love with him and am filled with that love to this day. When he died, I could not believe it. I knelt at his feet and put my hand on him, and my whole body was wracked and shaken with sorrow. They had given us rose petals and finally my shoulders could stop shaking long enough for me to sprinkle them on him, and I could back away to the sympathetic embraces of the living. He now lay deathly still in his saffron and purple robes, his face pained white with the red dot on his forehead. We sat shivah, a small group of his friends and family in the room, now weeping, now laughing. Some reminiscence would start, something inappropriate he would want to share and then the realization that he would not be sharing it, that he was indeed gone, and sorrow would flood over us. ‘Come on, everybody, Dad wouldn’t want this,’ Dhani would remind us, and we would play music, the chants he loved, recorded in Friar Park, or a few of the last tracks that would constitute the basis of his final album. […] My heart felt like it was stabbed as he told me clearly he was dying. Even then I refused to believe it. Not him. Not George. George couldn’t die. I needed him too much. He was my cornerstone. A Friar Park visit always an option. George didn’t die. It wasn’t possible.” - Eric Idle, The Greedy Bastard Diary (x)
The thread from the weekend of the Beatles’ 1967 Bangor trip and Brian’s death to the vultures descending and India…‘
‘He was like your father. I will be your father now.’
I think John got particularly frightened.
There was no one steering the ship.
…they were all there for the rich pickings called the Beatles. I thought it was a very sinister meeting.
Well, no, I’m afraid not, Robert.
They were able to fall back on what the Maharishi would advise…
John wasn’t in good shape at that time…Paul took the lead in Brian’s absence.
Brian’s death kind of opened the floodgates.
The trouble with him dying at that moment was that it actually pushed them into the arms of the Maharishi, whereas if he hadn’t died, it would have blown over…The Beatles would not have gone to India and all these things would not have happened.
From Debbie Geller’s In My Life: The Brian Epstein Story (2000) [x]
men with calm voices. it’s like a tight hug that feels like everything will be okay. i love that.
Paul McCartney and Pete Townshend
John getting his hair done, 1966.
John never looked at anybody the way he looked at Paul.
Gena Rowlands and Ben Gazzara talking about John Cassavetes and the theme of aging in Opening Night (interview)
When Emily Brontë wrote “Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same” and when Bob Dylan wrote “You want somebody you don’t have to speak to” and when Sally Rooney wrote “I’m not a religious person but I sometimes think God made you for me” and when Taylor Swift wrote “Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other” and when….
-William Wordsworth
“There must be some kind of way out of here,” Said the joker to the thief, “There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.
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