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paul mccartney... the face of baldovinetti's madonna...
anti rpf people are so funny they're always like "how would you feel if people shipped you with your friend" i don't know how to break it to you but if i was famous and no one was writing fanfiction about me i would be devastated. i wouldn't feel like i made it until i could search my name on ao3 and find 10k+ explicit results. peace and love though
▪︎"LET ME ROLL IT" (1974) ▪︎ JOHN'S LETTER TO KENNETH TYNAN (1968) ▪︎PAUL'S INTERVIEW TO GQ MAGAZINE (2018) ▪︎ lNTERVIEW AT THE CANNES FILM FESTIVAL (1971) ▪︎"HANDS OF LOVE" (1972) ▪︎ "GRUELING BI CENTENNIAL SCATTERS ENTRAILS" FROM "SKYWRITING BY WORD OF MOUTH" (LATE 1970s) ▪︎ BEATLES INTERVIEW (1964) ▪︎ PAUL IN "MANY YEARS FROM NOW" (1997) ▪︎
why is everything so hard but not actually that hard just i cant do it
he's just a girl. vaulting over the table. to get in between his bff. and some guy
John Lennon and Paul McCartney with Beatles associates (Peter Brown, Derek Taylor, Neil Aspinall) in the Apple office in 1968. Photograph by Jane Bown.
the photo of john and yoko to the left. what the fuck is wrong with him
“Then at about three in the morning the phone rang in the room and it was Lindsay [one of the Apple security guards] saying to come over to Apple if we weren’t too tired. Well, we were, but we didn’t tell him that. […] Then Lindsay told us the surprise was a complete tour of the Apple building. […] So up the stairs and into the private offices. Then Paul’s office—there was a beautiful picture of him and John over the back wall, one I’d never seen before. On the wall over the fireplace was a basic white wooden chair, sewn in half and just hung up there!”
Article and top photo by Mike Sacchetti, a Beatles fan who was able to take a private tour of Apple in February 1972. [x]
I saw this in a vision
i thought this was a fish at first. why are they holding a giant sandwich
Is "Call me Back Again" by Paul McCartney about John Lennon?
During one Wings live performance's at The Rock Show Wings Over America Tour, in 1976, the band was playing the song "Call me Back Again", and during the performance, McCartney changes the lyrics to the chorus. As what was meant to be "I've called your name, every night since then", was changed to "I've called your name, John, every night since then".
McCartney has made this change of saying "John" not once, but twice (he does it at the Myer Music Bowl, in Melbourne 1975, and he did it again during The Rock Show Wings Over America Tour, in LA 1976). This lyric change is solely featured of live performances of the song, and cannot be found on any official releases.
Him including "John" in the lyrics isn't the sole reason why this song might be about John; The song takes place during McCartney's teenage years (implied from the lyrics; "I was just a little baby boy"), and he talks about conversing with someone on the phone almost every night of his youth. One of the closest people to McCartney during this time would've been John, so he is the only person I could imagine to have been speaking with on a daily basis via telephone or even just conversing in real life.
Now the part that confuses me is when McCartney brings up John "not calling him back", and the lyrics "I've heard your name every night since then", which leads me to think that the song is shifting from McCartney's youth to the moment in which the Beatles had broken up and it's aftermath. "I've heard your name every night since then" can be a reference to the interviews in which Paul was being asked if he and the other three Beatles (or maybe just John) might reunite. Paul's response to that being that John won't respond back to Paul about the offer.
Vincent Benitez (a music theorist) took on this perspective of the song as well, saying: “An Intimate Portrait intersperses a performance of Call Me Back Again with McCartney’s explanation of a short poem he had written at the time about his feelings about the possibility of a Beatles reunion”.
The demo of the song features different lyrics to the official release. Said lyrics being: "Call me back again, Only it's for one time, Come on Call me Back Again".
The demo also includes a lot more of a melancholic and feeling of longing to it, unlike the official release which is very upbeat and jazz-like. I can't think of anyone/anything McCartney would have such a longing for except for John and the relationship they had either in their teenage-hood or their time in the Beatles.
Paul McCartney: If John was gay I would’ve known about it but he wasn’t because we topped and tailed it all the time and nothing ever happened. It was purely innocent.
John Lennon, known foot fetishist:
One of my favourite comment sections under an instagram reel
Getting so emotional over John Lennon. I feel so maternal towards him, i need to put a band-aid on his scraped knee, need to be a stranger who finds him crying as a little kid wipes his tears away and helps him find his parents, need to be the shop keeper who ignores his fake id and sells him cigarettes because he 'knows that Lennon boy needs em'. need to be a lesbian leaning on a wall in front of a gay bar and see him walking with Paul and recognise that look in his eyes. need to be the one who gets him home after a rough night out, do you get it... i need to watch over him, be his guardian angel. John i would've smoked cigarettes with you and kept you alive forever.
you know how being songwriting partners is like marriage and songwriting is like sex and making an album is like being pregnant and songs are like your children. i don't even have anything to add to this it's just like. ok! yeah! what more can any of us do with this? you said it, man. sure!
Gay rights really have come so far. In the 1960s, gay marriage was so far off the table for men that Paul McCartney and John Lennon literally had to create a songwriting partnership, a publication company and an entertainment company together just to formalize their union w each otha
One of the most Shakespearean stories of modern history
what if i threw up and died
John and Paul // The Weight by Linda Gregg
my ins: buying cds/dvds/tapes, cd players, local radio, local morning news, local politics, community volunteering, trying, remembering to give up, morning coffee before my laptop opens, forgiveness, being grateful to be here, following up, mostly cooking at home, falling back in love with what i used to love about living, listening to an album all the way through, fresh cut flowers in the living room, pulling a daily tarot card, seeing a dream through to reality, planning, hoping, moving, waiting, knowing it’s coming, letting it go
why did you reblog beatles rpf
might've as well asked me why do i feel emotions
Lotus
Let me be graceful over the water, let me float in tranquility as the lotus does whenever it blossoms upon still water. Let me know the peace it does and show the world a softer side.
~ Ely C. Winters. [ @nosebleedclub ]
GQ published an unedited version of a David Lynch interview about happiness they’d only briefly quoted before (x)
Artem Rohovyi - Symphony of Branches gouache on paper
Easily the most famous pair of songwriters : >
… thank you for the smile
throwing up and crying
Paul McCartney, Is this a self-portrait? Oil on canvas, 35.5x28 cm. (1988)
You dissolve into each other. But that’s what we did, round about that time, that’s what we did a lot. And it was amazing. You’re looking into each other’s eyes and you would want to look away, but you wouldn’t, and you could see yourself in the other person. It was a very freaky experience and I was totally blown away…
—Waiting for you is fear. Beneath a blanket of your sleep, in the back of the brain, now and always here. Round and round like a wind from the ground. Deep and deep a world turns in sleep. Waiting for you is fear.
There’s something disturbing about it. You ask yourself, ‘How do you come back from it? How do you then lead a normal life after that?’ And the answer is, you don’t. After that you’ve got to get trepanned or you’ve got to meditate for the rest of your life. You’ve got to make a decision which way you’re going to go.
—If I woke up now, this would go. If I woke up now… and what would follow?
I would walk out into the garden – ‘Oh no, I’ve got to go back in.’ It was very tiring, walking made me very tired, wasted me, always wasted me. But ‘I’ve got to do it, for my well-being.’
—Now you are treading in lonely corridors. Behind glass walls looking inward, girls sit like tears, counting the days, the months, the years, as they move elusively faster and faster. —A way out. I must find the door.
In the meantime John had been sitting around very enigmatically and I had a big vision of him as a king, the absolute Emperor of Eternity. It was a good trip. It was great but I wanted to go to bed after a while.
—There is no way out provided. Each corridor leads into another corridor. —I must find the door. The open door. Life is not like this. Life is birth and death, laughter and pity, farce and tragedy, and always somewhere an open door! —Beat. Beat with your fists on the double-sided, double-faced mirror at the end of all corridors. Has your conscience provided for the anguish surrounding you? Or the hate and hunger? The desire and the despair?
I’d just had enough after about four or five hours. John was quite amazed that it had struck me in that way. John said, ‘Go to bed? You won’t sleep!’ ‘I know that, I’ve still got to go to bed.’ I thought, now that’s enough fun and partying, now… It’s like with drink. That’s enough. That was a lot of fun, now I gotta go and sleep this off. […]
—Deep and deep a world turns in sleep. You are free. You are free from the night’s disgraces, gently to return to the curled worm, the warm dark smelling places of the bud, the heart, the womb. —It was you who first mentioned fear. You who screamed at corruption where I lay curled. You who placarded the headlined world into my suspended cocoon of peace. You.
I mean, I could feel every inch of the house, and John seemed like some sort of emperor in control of it all. It was quite strange. Of course he was just sitting there, very inscrutably. — Paul McCartney, c/o Barry Miles, Many Years From Now. (1997)
—I. Look into my face and tell. What face do you see? —I see myself. The image is no longer divided. Like a mirror, I am you and you are me.
Q: If John Lennon could come back for a day, how would you spend it with him?
PAUL: In bed.
— Paul McCartney for Q: Cash for Questions. (January, 1998)
—In sleep our shadows cling like those of lovers. —As lovers we can shut out the world, not think upon tomorrow, nor think upon our ruthless awakening.
— Daphne Oram and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop - Private Dreams and Public Nightmares. (1957) (extracts)
One of the paintings is called “Is this a self-portrait?” I ask him if it is. “I don’t know. It looks just a bit like me in the Beatles.” I say it also looks like John Lennon. “Uh huh, well hence the title. ‘Is it a self-portrait?’”
Perhaps Lennon was the other great love of his life - but if this was love, it was a tormented, bilious love.
— Paul McCartney, interview w/ Simon Hattenstone for the Guardian: After Linda. (September 11th, 2000)
Listen, I never meant for you not to be in my house. But you couldn’t because you were it.
— John Ashbery, Valentine.
i can tell you the story, but you'll have to sit at this old oak table and drink this bitter tea until the windows get dark and bend your bright eyes back. and if you hear something screaming from the sycamores up on the ridge—it's nothing. or rather, it's not anything anymore, just an echo caught between the mountains. just a scream that's a throat full of yellow bones.
this story is a heartbreaker, in that i broke my own heart out on the backroads. you ever tell a lie so much it starts to feel like your own blood coming up out of your mouth? did you consider that i might tell you a lie instead? a lie that feels so raw and soft just like your tongue on your own split lip?
okay. oh god. and by god i mean the great blood-ridden demon of nature who pulls her nictitating membrane from her amber eye to watch us clawing at the earth. okay, here it is. the story, hungry for itself, always meets us at the beginning with its unhinged jaw.
♥ log of previous week ♥
i've felt like i've been stagnating these past couple of days, so i wanted to make note of the good things i've done recently in order to be a bit more positive about everything :)
started properly studying for my Bio exam at the end of the month
visited a new cafe with a friend
visited a geomorphological reserve in the city
had a sleepover with a friend
watched some Olympic Volleyball games live
watched an insightful video about grief and life
journalled a lot
went on many walks
continued reading a book about trees
revisited old interests from 3-4 years ago
experimented with making pearl couscous