Identity Crisis
By Joe Massot
Gene Corman, a crazy film producer and brother of Roger, had
some arrangement with the Maharishi to make a film with the Beatles. George Harrison, who’d composed the music for
my film, Wonderwall, called and told me about the deal, “Come out to
Rishikesh. You gotta film it.”
By the time I arrived, John and George were the only Beatles
around. Ringo didn’t like the food and his
wife didn’t like the flies, and this was definitely not Paul’s scene, so they’d
all flown home. John was up on a rooftop
dressed all in loose white cotton and sandals, playing the melodeon. Later he claimed to have licked the problem
of how to meditate and smoke at the same time.
He leaned against a tree and closed his eyes in deep inner thought, took
a cigarette out of his pocket and lit up, “See?
I’m still meditation.”
John showed me to my room.
He saw my Phillips portable cassette and asked what music I’d
brought. I told him (Sittin’ On) the
Dock of the Bay, Otis Redding’s last recording – just released – and a small
piece of hash. John lowered his voice
and told me there was no dope in Rishikesh and not to tell anyone, especially George. George, it seemed, was really very studious
in his approach to Eastern religion and was locked into some sort of
meditational duel with Lennon to see who was the stronger character.
That night, after dinner, we smoked all the dope and
listened to Dock of the Bay at least 20 times.
We got up in the morning and had breakfast in a hall. Prudence Farrow, Mia’s sister, was there,
literally climbing up the wall with two little Indian guys holding her back,
watching her like she’s going to kill herself.
She was freaked. The maharishi
said she would be cured. And she
was. She’s now married one of those guys
from the transcendental meditation group.
John wrote “Dear Prudence” about her.
I liked the Maharishi.
I thought he was a funny man with a very clear vision of the world. Many years later, the Pentagon employed him
to debrief and cool out all the colonels from Vietnam, who were over the top,
those Apocalypse Now guys who’d freaked out beyond a freak out. They sent ‘em to him.
There was, however, no sign of the film crew, thought there
was a little silent 16mm camera that everybody would pick up and shoot with;
everything – breakfast, lunch, whatever.
We’d get up, breakfast, meditate with the morning mantra, lunch, then George
would sleep or meditate and John would go up on the roof, play and write. At about five the Maharishi would give a
lecture.
George also took an amp to Rishikesh and the melodeon and
John had an acoustic guitar. He was
writing Across the Universe, and said he could only play two chords. But that was all he needed. He wrote about four or five different
versions of that song. He taped one on
my Philips tape recorder, the final version.
He’d been fiddling with it since he got there. And I lost it!
Then, at last, after about
six weeks, Gene Corman finally showed up and had a meeting with the Maharishi,
George , John and myself. He promptly
announced that he had a professional crew in New Delhi and a professional
director (a choreographer who’d never made a film before). Unfortunately for me, the cameraman was
Nestor Almendros. I worked with Nestor
in Cuba. The guy was one of the greatest
cameramen in the world.
So, I thought, Uh-oh! Looks like I’ve lost the job. But there’s a good side: I’m outta here!
Next morning I took a cab, the only one in Rishikesh, to the
Oberoi Hotel. I booked a beautiful
suite, had a shower, a couple of bottles of champagne and a great dinner. We’d been living, basically, on tinned
spaghetti and tinned spinach.
The following morning, I came down to the lobby, and John
and George were there. Something had gone
down between the Beatles and the Maharishi.
I was never quite clear what.
They did the same as I had:
showered, shaved and got rid of the scent of Rishikesh. They were desperate to get back to
London. We had dinner in the suite and
lunch the following day. While we’re
having lunch, Corman calls up. He wants
to see me now.
He came up and he was almost down on his knees to me. His project was dead as a doornail. Would I speak to the Beatles? I knew it was no use, “Well, you know, there’s
some very beautiful religious festivals around Rishikesh that you can
film. And there’s the lepers!” The guy left.
I told George and John and we were roaring, roaring!
And then we went out onto the balcony and I told them both
the plot of Zachariah (A rock western, a head of its time), which I’d come up
with watching them dueling together at the meditation centre. Zachariah is the fastest gun in the West but
he realizes that being the fastest anything is not the same thing as finding
yourself.
The Beatles were individuals buy they were all feeding off
each other creatively. So long as they
could stand it. When we came back to
London after Rishikesh, it was the end.
They had discovered themselves, found their own strengths.
And that’s why they all went their separate ways.
Memory is a funny thing. Joe talks of John writing 'Across The universe' & working it all out it Rishikesh, but the Beatles had recorded 'Universe' before they'd left for India. Maybe he's thinking of another dreamy song like 'Child of Nature' or maybe he just remembers John playing it for him and thought (since it was yet to be released) that John was writing it.
ReplyDeleteI wondered when I typed this one up if anyone else would notice this error. I also thought that maybe he had heard "Child of Nature" instead of "Across the Universe." Or perhaps you are right in thinking that he had heard John working on it and it was "new" to him so Joe assumed that John had written it. Shame that he lost the tape. How is it possible to lose a tape that John Lennon recorded on?
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