Paul McCartney And George Harrison Photographed In Germany, Circa 1961, By Astrid Kircherr.

One night at Cavendish, Paul and I sat and drank scotch and Coke for so long that the first light of dawn started to appear as we were still putting the world to rights. ‘Come on, Al,’ said Paul. ‘I need some fresh air. Let’s take Martha for a walk.’ We were pretty relaxed but we weren’t drunk. Martha leapt up from the rug by the fire and Paul and I piled into the DB6 and he drove us the half mile or so to the foot of Primrose Hill. We left the car outside London Zoo and went through the fence up the hill. It was very muddy at the bottom and Paul looked at my footwear and laughed, ‘So much for the man with the shiny shoes.’ We enjoyed the spectacular view in the first light of dawn. There was a real freshness in the air as Martha hurtled off in all directions in search of sheep or, better still, bones, and Paul and I enjoyed a few stolen moments of the day before the rest of London woke up. At 5.00am there was so little traffic noise that we could hear some early morning noises from the occupants of the zoo. It was chilly in the breeze that rustled the kites stuck up in the trees. Paul and I kept strolling around enjoying the experience and keeping warm. ‘Look at that dawn,’ said Paul in a whisper. ‘How anybody can say that there is no such thing as God, or some power bigger than us. If you stand and look at that sky, you know there must be more to life than we can comprehend …’ We were totally absorbed in the sights and sounds of the universe in front of us, as if we were the only men in an abandoned city. Then, suddenly behind us, a stranger appeared. He was a middle-aged man, very respectably dressed in a belted raincoat and he appeared to have come out of nowhere. One second Paul and I were alone, straining to see which direction Martha would come bounding back from, and the next, this man was there. He said, ‘Good morning,’ politely. ‘My name is John.’ Paul said, ‘Good morning. Mine’s Paul. This is Alistair and that’s Martha the dog,’ as our four-legged friend returned swiftly. John said, ‘It’s lovely to meet you. Isn’t this wonderful?’ and he walked away. Paul and I looked at each other and I said, ‘God, that was peculiar.’ I looked round and there was no sign of the man. The stranger had completely disappeared from the top of the hill as if he had just vanished into thin air. There was nowhere for him to go, yet he had just evaporated. Paul and I both felt pretty spooked by this experience. We both thought something special had happened. We sat down rather shakily on the seat and Paul said, ‘What the hell do you make of that? That’s weird. He was here, wasn’t he? We did speak to him?’ ‘Sure. He was here only seconds ago,’ I said. ‘Let’s go home,’ muttered Paul. Back at Cavendish, we spent the rest of the morning talking about what we had seen and heard and felt. It sounds just like any acid tripper’s fantasy to say they had a religious experience on Primrose Hill just before the morning rush hour, but neither of us had taken anything like that. Scotch and Coke was the only thing we had touched all night. We both felt afterwards that we had been through some sort of mystical experience, yet we didn’t care to name, even to each other, what or who we had seen on that hilltop for those few brief seconds.

(Alistair Taylor, With the Beatles, 2003)

John: Who’s the fool on the hill, Paul? Paul: John.

(Get Back sessions, January 14th, 1969, Twickenham Film Studios)

what the fuck did they give him

♪ And you know what it's worth ♪

John Lennon, Eric Clapton and Keith Richards from The Dirty Mac performing Yer Blues (1968)

Photograph of John Lennon taken in the late Stuart Sutcliffe’s studio in Hamburg, Germany | April 1962 © Astrid Kirchherr (I) (II) (III)

the infamous “if i was a girl, maybe i could go out and…” paul quote is so insane to me because like… he doesn’t want john to NOT be a man, he wants it to be socially acceptable to be with john exactly as he is

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going through newspaper archives and i love that in the daily mail from 63-66 they had these cute little mop top doodles to accompany any beatles article

and then you get to 1967

(Order of people from left to right: Linda & Paul McCartney, Bebe Buell and Mick Jagger, Ava Cherry and David Bowie.)

“Someone’s knocking at the door…”

“We decided to find a permanent home in New York in May 1974. My cramped studio on East 89th was fine for a pit stop, but it wasn’t going to work for the long term. While John was working on Pussy Cats, Eddie Germane, general manager of Record Plant Studios, told us there was an apartment available in his building.

The address was 434 East 52nd Street. The apartment we looked at was called the Penthouse Tower B. When we opened the front door, we were greeted by a steep staircase that led up to a rooftop apartment.

[…]

We brought in a platform king-size bed and the largest-screen TV available in those days: a twenty-seven-inch Sony Trinitron. Our bed became “Lennon Central”- with the cable box, telephone, and sound system all within reach. John dreamed his hit song “#9 Dream” in this bed.”

– FROM MAY PANG’S INSTAMATIC KARMA (2008)

i can't remember where it's from but there's this one interview where paul's asked why the fans call him 'the bouncy one' and paul has this super nonchalant ass reaction and says I Dont Know like he didn't used to get on stage and jiggle like a plate of crème caramel flan being smacked by ten teaspoons....

"Seeing as it’s Thanksgiving, we thought we’d make tonight a bit of a joyous occasion by inviting someone up with us onto stage. And ah, I’m sure he will be no stranger to anyone in the audience when I say it’s our great privilege and your great privilege to see and hear Mr. John Lennon!" - Elton John

john lennon and elton john // november 28, 1974

madison square garden, new york city