tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71081197782154372152024-03-18T20:05:39.005-05:00Meet the Beatles for RealAn online Beatles fan club for and about Beatle fansSara S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709390264536530164noreply@blogger.comBlogger16413125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108119778215437215.post-70328347614797919692024-03-17T21:35:00.001-05:002024-03-17T21:35:00.134-05:00The Honeymooners have arrived <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigbXNZ1Wtlk9k-kGTX0xFfN1COJox5q4AY6NQPlmjMAxjlHytCWMDFy7Nefq55jp6GhZdQOA307opcbe-V8uIDwvNCGdyJ_jOXXCABWu1qI-ssb7l6HILP3mxu6S2kx6VGK5FpUTrgqmAWXVvbkHmPTPD0yRz6LUrskSW8HuAnn4V9owWxOmAyNbcYFd93/s800/!CDuM,rw!2k~$(KGrHqJ,!h!E0fTdt1iHBNPhVU,wLw~~0_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="793" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigbXNZ1Wtlk9k-kGTX0xFfN1COJox5q4AY6NQPlmjMAxjlHytCWMDFy7Nefq55jp6GhZdQOA307opcbe-V8uIDwvNCGdyJ_jOXXCABWu1qI-ssb7l6HILP3mxu6S2kx6VGK5FpUTrgqmAWXVvbkHmPTPD0yRz6LUrskSW8HuAnn4V9owWxOmAyNbcYFd93/w396-h400/!CDuM,rw!2k~$(KGrHqJ,!h!E0fTdt1iHBNPhVU,wLw~~0_3.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfB8UR129-IQXp0O6MP3sr0frfeWvg3hYhi-uRRkKsChdv3cQx8vSQqrP7A9qgsqgpTv_yuXQnTqxpo6EhByEwvQr7Y0aaXVZho2767jDDOC4OFJtbdyc_cScsRJ6gj0EtTVZmsPngMRXbqYc_tKJEktvgXKL4Mgb1rr9wZZq-CvmViIGJ7hx1KZ8szH-/s612/472_ec2321b73e0dc74bcf70637b5b98991d.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="435" data-original-width="612" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfB8UR129-IQXp0O6MP3sr0frfeWvg3hYhi-uRRkKsChdv3cQx8vSQqrP7A9qgsqgpTv_yuXQnTqxpo6EhByEwvQr7Y0aaXVZho2767jDDOC4OFJtbdyc_cScsRJ6gj0EtTVZmsPngMRXbqYc_tKJEktvgXKL4Mgb1rr9wZZq-CvmViIGJ7hx1KZ8szH-/w400-h284/472_ec2321b73e0dc74bcf70637b5b98991d.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>The Power of Age</p><p>Elle Magazine (From France)</p><p>August 1986</p><p><br /></p><p>Except for a wife, three children, and some gray hair, at 44, the old naughty boy of rock hasn't changed. Between two studios, Phillippe Manoeuvre met, in rural England, the one that used to be called one-half of the Beatles, Paul McCartney. It is a place in the English countryside where the rain falls lightly. Three ducks are heading for a little, misty lake. Those ducks don't have to worry because they live with Paul and Linda McCartney. Paul, you know, the Beatle? You can be blase, tough, satisfied, used to everything, you can say you don't care, you can act cool...there still are a few things in life -- like interviewing one of the Beatles -- that do impress you. The Beatles - and one gets never tired of repeating it over and over again -- -were the most successful group ever. With their billions of sold albums they rediculize the Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, the Who and Queen together. Paul McCartney, "one half of the four," won 43 gold records with his group but also 21 solo. An absolute record. He also wrote, by the way, the most recorded song ever, "Yesterday." 1186 artists have already re-recorded it in <br />their own way, leaving "My Way" a long way behind with only 735 recordings. </p><p>James Paul McCartney was kind enough to send a limo to Heathrow to bring us to his place in Sussex, where the exclusive interviews are being held, one for each country! Because Paul McCartney, 44 years old, is made like that. he might have written half of this century's memorable tunes, he might have given his wife, the photographer Linda Eastman, three beautiful children, he might well have enough money to be considered the second fortune of the British Empire..but he can't be still for a long time. Our man runs from one studio to the other. He just done the finishing touches to his latest solo album "Press to Play", one of his most strategic albums, made with interesting people like Phil "Genesis" Collins on drums, and Pete "Who" Townshed on guitar. Paul McCartney is simply made like that, and 16 years after the break up of the Beatles, he still poses on the sleeve of his new record with his other half, Linda. And there is something very touching about that. Something flagrant. Like old lovers never wanting to resign and go under. Ah yes, despite the fame, the millions of dollars, after 3 children, 64 gold records, after 9 days in a Japanese prison, Paul and Linda tell you, like always and still that they are in love. </p><p>Q: How did you meet, Paul and Linda?</p><p>P: We were just coming out of a recording studio in London, and we went down to a club called the Bag O'Nails. It was getting really late, and we were watching and listening to Georgie Fame and the Blue Flames when I suddenly noticed this girl at another table. And I told myself, "Oh dear! Hello, Hello, Hello!" A little later, she passed our table. I said, "Excuse me," and I started talking to her. </p><p>L: And so we went to another club...</p><p>P: And another one...</p><p>L: And everything started like that.</p><p>Listening to them makes you believe that everything really happened that way. While John and Yoko were going crazy all around the world, turning the George V, the Ritz, and the Pierre in New York into a mad-house, Paul, in his beloved countryside, loved Linda simply. And so much that he made her three children. In life, the ex-Beatle is significant. A charming prince. Nice hair where just enough gray hairs are seen to make it reasonable, a flat belly, and smooth, fresh skin, and that look...those vivacious eyes, playful eyes where that old flame of the old naughty boy of rock can still and always be seen burning. </p><p>Q: What's new and what's changed since the Beatles?</p><p>P: At the time, when I was still with the Beatles, there was one big difference with today. I had no children. I had so much time in front of me...enough to produce other groups and I was a bachelor. In other words: I had my whole life still in front of me..especially all the girls!!! (Linda taps his hand).</p><p>He laughs heartily and goes on</p><p>P: Today I am married, have nice kids, adorable kids, normal kids. We listen to records together. </p><p>Q: What sort of records?</p><p>P: They like Bowie -- well some of his records, anyway, and they also bring home albums by Simple Mind, Dire Straits, UB40..groups you can really listen to.</p><p>Q: Will your children become musicians?</p><p>P: Should they ever come up to me and tell me, "Dad, I'll be a guitarist," fine. But I'm not like those footballers who want to turn their kids into champions, one way or another, and absolutely.</p><p>L: We didn't even force them to learn to play the piano.</p><p>P: Exactly. And it wouldn't be me to force them to do the same job. Because it's a job that changes you. Quite often in a negative way. </p><p>It's already midday. The couple tells us they'd like to go to eat something. Since they are vegetarians, you imagine a quick lunch. But they only reappear after 3 hours. </p><p>Q: Linda, people say that you and Yoko were the main cause of the Beatles' break up. </p><p>L: I never heard a more stupid thing. Try to think a little bit. Why should we, the women of those musicians of that group called the Beatles, have tried to stop them? Why? In fact, the group started breaking up before I walked into the scene. But it is so easy to put all the blame on the people that nothing to do with it all, in this case, the women. </p><p>Q: Do you see the other Beatles from time to time?</p><p>L: We saw George recently, and his wife and their son. Last week. They came to ride a bit And we always see Ringo. Believe me or not, we are the best of friends in the world!</p><p>Q: Paul, you've always had the image of the "nice Beatle." Isn't it annoying sometimes:?</p><p>P: You are what you are. It's exact. I have that image. Okay, but that "nice" Beatle, that might be just an appearance. Look, John Lennon had a reputation for being hard and tough and he was everything but that!</p><p>Q: Still, you always hear about the fights in the pubs in Liverpool. John Lennon was rather violent, wasn't he?</p><p>P: Just on the surface. Underneath, he was hiding a heart of gold. I don't know how to explain John to you. His father left home when John was three. I don't know, but I...in his place...I would have concluded that my father hated me, therefore. To top it all, his mother died when he was 16. Killed by a car! John's life wasn't pink and easy. And I, who knew him better than anyone else, can assure you that he was absolutely charming. </p><p>Q: But some interviews prove that you weren't on the best of terms with him at the time of his death. </p><p>P: That's not true! We had small disputes. So what? We shouted at each other like two brothers occasionally do. And anyway, I know why you are saying that. After John's death, too many books came out, all taken out of context. For my part, okay, I'll admit that one day, I said that John was a manipulating swine. but what doe that say, really, what does that prove? It only says that in this inhuman show business, John liked to control things. He loved saying one thing and doing just the opposite. And that's true, and there's nothing mean about me saying that, God! Journalists took that line from a private conversation. They just made that one line to a big headline: "Ah! Ah! Paul McCartney declares:'John was a manipulating swine!!'"</p><p>Q: Don't ever trust a journalist...</p><p>P: There! Absolutely right! Never! NEVER!</p><p>The last 2 years were especially difficult for the McCartney family. First of all, Michael Jackson decided to buy Paul's songs. For al little nothing of 50 million dollars. Paul could not -- or would not--follow. Then Paul agreed to go back on stage for Live Aid. In front of billions of spectators, just as he started singing "Let It BE," his microphone went off. And finally, his feature film with Linda and Ringo, "Give My Regards to Broadstreet" flopped around the world. Looking back on all those things, Paul just says one word: annoying. Which makes you wonder what makes him REALLY mad?</p><p>Q: Do bad reviews really upset you?</p><p>P: That makes me rather more sad than upset. See, you spend 12 months in a studio, and a journalist destroys your hard work with 12 lines. Oh, well, okay. No, what really makes me mad are those people who beat up their children, those disgraceful parents burning their babies with cigarettes. That, and Mrs. Thatcher's attitude concerning Apartheid. That, and President Reagan talking about Apartheid and reading the wrong speech (Paul imitates a low voice with a Yankee accent): "Regarding Apartheid and the situation in South America..' He really said that! That's incredible, after all. </p><p>L: Me, I would like people to stop eating meat, I love animals. I would like to be considered the English Brigette Bardot. I am less a photographer and musician than simply a woman who would like to make the world better. </p><p>Q: Have you been a vegetarian for a long time?</p><p>L: Ten years!</p><p>Q: And your children are vegetarian, too?</p><p>L: Yes.</p><p>Q: Are you sure it isn't dangerous?</p><p>L: I don't see what good there is in meat. It's disgusting. My God, imagine that you are being pulled to the slaughter house, and you are flipping because they are going to kill you, and all that adrenaline comes up...and after all that, someone is delighted to eat you.</p><p>Q: What sort of vegetarians are you?</p><p>L: I will eat anything as long as it hasn't been killed. Okay, we have hens. If they lay an egg and sit on it, we leave it to them. If they abandon it and the egg becomes cold, we'll eat it. </p><p>Q: Paul, Linda, do you think you'll go back on stage one day?</p><p>P: If we can find the stage door! (laughs) No. We'll have to reform a nice little group first. Then, yes, because I always like giving concerts and paying for people. Just recently, I got on stage for that charity concert for Prince Charles's Trust. I sang "Get Back" with Tina Turner. Aahhh!</p><p>Q: Paul, what's your favorite story about the Beatles</p><p>P: (Thinks for a long time. At least 10 seconds). I've got one! Finally... the first one that comes to mind. I had all my family from Liverpool come down for the premiere of "A Hard Day's Night" in London. They'd never been invited to a premiere before. And my Auntie Gin wanted an exceptional robe for the occasion. So she took her curtains from her living room and made herself a robe out of them. That's how she arrived at the premiere, with her sister, Millie. After the film, we all went to the Royal reception. When I saw Princess Margaret enter the room, I turned to my dear aunties and said, "Turn around to see who just arrived, but please, please, for Heaven's sake, don't say anything!" The two old ladies turned around, and Gin started screaming, "Oh, oh, good Lord, Millie, do you see what I see?" And Milled shouted back, "Oh Lord Gin! It's Margaret! Margaret in person, Millie!" "Oh dear, Gin, oh dear!" My two aunties went back to Liverpool. And the gala robes became curtains once again!</p><p><br /></p>Sara S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709390264536530164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108119778215437215.post-79764095693400193502024-03-14T21:11:00.001-05:002024-03-14T21:11:00.161-05:00George Harrison exploring Australia incognito<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNOtqitRHTHA11-hjN2bWV0KMQ_J17Ajzs_glJq4WYVAOwTnFbXwKE_5h_tE5Kd5DvczPz1hZnK9th0cdq46RjTY2WfNZXdO8l-QgNhTKJhMN6nYWcOmgUthKopedwAw8CpeU7VijNnwjtsrOmXjGo_FgyitF_TxoB5-p07CV9mMwdqdLl5XmO86R4ocb4/s428/FPogh2pVQAUyuXK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="428" data-original-width="296" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNOtqitRHTHA11-hjN2bWV0KMQ_J17Ajzs_glJq4WYVAOwTnFbXwKE_5h_tE5Kd5DvczPz1hZnK9th0cdq46RjTY2WfNZXdO8l-QgNhTKJhMN6nYWcOmgUthKopedwAw8CpeU7VijNnwjtsrOmXjGo_FgyitF_TxoB5-p07CV9mMwdqdLl5XmO86R4ocb4/w276-h400/FPogh2pVQAUyuXK.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAqvUSRlxC_TKezSeJbx-JiumDasFra-Bq3_VEWFwfqPCypjPdn5Qr87aeyMfW5E3eAiVluAf5cjknZrhv100suP0_WB13Xfw04PDFBng593xkbXJoY9EfS1lsxxUpGQfQVcMMBecOdghOW10cCYMCL13KQ6Imwt0Hnwq6A4UOQcTmTckR8dumvoN8fVe/s884/Georgeandliv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="884" data-original-width="578" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAqvUSRlxC_TKezSeJbx-JiumDasFra-Bq3_VEWFwfqPCypjPdn5Qr87aeyMfW5E3eAiVluAf5cjknZrhv100suP0_WB13Xfw04PDFBng593xkbXJoY9EfS1lsxxUpGQfQVcMMBecOdghOW10cCYMCL13KQ6Imwt0Hnwq6A4UOQcTmTckR8dumvoN8fVe/w261-h400/Georgeandliv.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqS1Xhek-bfr7V8h3XUpw_3Spq47NbNsBY79R4SWLw2rmLcWQhwbfbJ8BkshlinOLe00X6Ig0fZLkZ1bkFyztGiFG4FNJ63pSgOW_bzYDyjxuGCcvSfmVROO5_UeSrsGHxwhB6IGzMhfoNhAYyMxaBYFOJDOawtXdBcEiamwLO8aEJdZJyT8c4onX24vON/s1024/ps6m5xgp1kr71.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="876" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqS1Xhek-bfr7V8h3XUpw_3Spq47NbNsBY79R4SWLw2rmLcWQhwbfbJ8BkshlinOLe00X6Ig0fZLkZ1bkFyztGiFG4FNJ63pSgOW_bzYDyjxuGCcvSfmVROO5_UeSrsGHxwhB6IGzMhfoNhAYyMxaBYFOJDOawtXdBcEiamwLO8aEJdZJyT8c4onX24vON/w343-h400/ps6m5xgp1kr71.jpg" width="343" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM68C9p4CrSaK0YMVu4LOfnnCaJB3GulFnsLwn74LAtTKmuXDymDw6mIMWvez20C2gsFGiN2jnnpQMene5HQ2Wq8K9IGOrnc7ZKAsoqzBMTwE0_72lQ_JTR6cneO6mc-pl95qHqWjyrzbRkOh3FvgErJyGXmGJShGNdXIgQsP1TbrAsMkRm9JX4gdTw1Fe/s618/tumblr_3898535c1cc19da25f022a6a0a790288_ced85303_640.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="454" data-original-width="618" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM68C9p4CrSaK0YMVu4LOfnnCaJB3GulFnsLwn74LAtTKmuXDymDw6mIMWvez20C2gsFGiN2jnnpQMene5HQ2Wq8K9IGOrnc7ZKAsoqzBMTwE0_72lQ_JTR6cneO6mc-pl95qHqWjyrzbRkOh3FvgErJyGXmGJShGNdXIgQsP1TbrAsMkRm9JX4gdTw1Fe/w400-h294/tumblr_3898535c1cc19da25f022a6a0a790288_ced85303_640.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><i>This story about George in Australia in 1982 is from the Australian Women's Weekly and was first published on April 28, 1982. It was written by Liane Maxfield. </i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p>George Harrison --Exploring Australia incognito</p><p>By Liane Maxfield</p><p>He could have passed for a local fisherman in his shorts, thongs, and khaki bush hat. The only thing that might have given former Beatle George Harrison away was the Liverpudlian accent. </p><p>But even that did not evoke interest among the holiday-makers strolling along the Shute Harbour jetty on Queensland's Whitsunday Coast. they were far more fascinated by the luxury $3 million cruisers at the wharf. </p><p>George himself barely rated a glance as he jumped aboard and began stowing his gear. A few minutes later, the vessel pulled away. </p><p>And that's the way George Harrison likes it, "I've spent the last 10 years trying to become un-famous. And I think that, just maybe, I have succeeded. Only two people have recognized me during my stay in Australia," he said. </p><p>With the exception of a satellite broadcast for the TV show "Good Morning America" last year, George has not permitted an interview for six years. </p><p>I was lucky enough to be invited to join George and his family on a cruise across the Whitsunday Passage to Hamilton Island as the guest of Queensland tourist entrepreneur Keith Williams. George and Keith met through a mutual friend, British racing driver Jackie Stewart. </p><p>For three weeks, George, his wife Olivia, and their three-year-old son, Dhani, had been trekking around Australia as "typical tourists," visiting wildlife reserves, feeding kangaroos and koalas, and picnicking in national parks. </p><p>For George, it's his first return visit since the days of Beatlemania. This time round he said with a smile, he is here as a "real person."</p><p>He loves Australia -- from the north Queensland tropics to the rugged beauty of Tasmania. </p><p>"Everywhere I go I find myself thinking how happily I could live here. There's no tension," George said. </p><p>And he stretched back in his deck chair to soak up yet more of the sun. </p><p>"A lot of Australians don't know how lucky they are. It's a happy country. In Britain, one almost feels guilty for feeling happy. Winter is so depressing. Strikes and more strikes. Everyone's miserable. It's a constant struggle not to let the attitude of others rub off on you."</p><p>But there is another reason George is not too keen on the British winters. He is unable to pursue what has become one of his grand passions -- gardening.</p><p>The Harrisons' home, Friar Park (a magnificent mansion built in the late 1880s by a millionaire Victorian eccentric), has a 14-hectare garden. </p><p>"The gardens were a wilderness, " he said. "They had been unattended for about 40 years. And you know what they say about gardens -- for one year they are let, it takes three to restore them."</p><p>It took George and nine gardeners to accomplish the task. </p><p>One of the garden's intriguing features is a series of three lakes, all built on different levels so that if a man crosses the middle lake on stepping stones from the house, he appears to be walking straight across the water. </p><p>Because tropical plants cannot be cultivated with any great success in Britain's harsh climate, George is thinking of buying a home "somewhere in the South Pacific" to allow him to use his green thumb to its fullest advantage. </p><p>Back home in the UK he loves pottering around the annual Chelsea flower show. Here in Australia, he has been visiting our botanic gardens, collecting ideas for the South Pacific hideaway he may buy one day. </p><p>These days, record making is little more than a hobby. George's priorities have changed dramatically. </p><p>After the split up of the Beatles, he spent years "finding himself." Devotional yoga helped him in the rough spots. </p><p>His philosophy is simple. "It's a matter of finding out who I am, where I am coming from, and where I am going.</p><p>"I see life as a huge university. You come here to get knowledge to free the soul. The trick is to find out who you are before you kick the bucket."</p><p>Not that he sees "kicking the bucket" as the end. George believes in reincarnation. "I wouldn't mind coming back as a grain of sand," he grinned. "At least I'd never have to worry about the press hounding me again." </p><p>Gone, along with the confusion, is the long, shaggy hair that caused such a sensation in the '60s. Today, George's locks look as if they have had a brief encounter with a blunt lawn mower. </p><p>Olivia, his second wife, whom he married in 1978, is Mexican born.</p><p>She was working in his Los Angeles recording studio when they met. </p><p>Both are semi-vegetarians. "We eat chicken and seafood," George explained as he tucked into freshly cooked prawns and mud crabs. Their son, by choice, is a total vegetarian.</p><p>Dhani (pronounced something like Danny) is a delight. His name is made up from two notes of the Indian musical scale, dha and ni, and doesn't mean "wealth" as was reported soon after his birth.</p><p>He is a bright, creative child, currently hooked on space toys. He speaks with a quaint upper-class English accent. Mum and Dad aren't quite sure how he picked it up. </p><p>Perhaps it is the influence of his nanny, Rachael. Not that she is the plum-in-mouth, sensible-shoes type of nanny so often depicted in British films. She looks more like a flower child with her cheesecloth dress, flowing hair, and scrubbed, glowing skin. </p><p>There is none of the relegate the child to the nursery where mama and papa will visit routine in the Harrison household. </p><p>Olivia spends hours each day playing with Dhani, and George talks to him like an adult and patiently answers his never-ending stream of questions. </p><p>Consequently, at three and a half, the boy prattles away in a manner that would put to shame children twice his age.</p><p>George feels they spoil Dhani, but admits he is drawing comparisons with his own childhood: "We were lucky to get one present at Christmas time."</p><p>Most of Dhani's toys are educational. When he outgrows them, they are passed on to charities.</p><p>According to friends, George's generosity is legendary. English comedian Eric Idle described him as "one of the few morally good people that rock and roll has produced. He's one of the people who have turned their attention to goodness. He's extremely generous and gives support you'll never hear of.</p><p>George stepped into the breach to put up a reported $4 million when Idle was having difficulty finding a backer for his Monty Python film, "The Life of Brian."</p><p>The stories go on. When George heard that another friend, Barry Sheene, was tryng to raise $280,000 to race Formula One cars, he promptly offered to pay the money for Barry NOT to do it because he was worried about the risk. </p><p>Another recipient of Geoge's benevolence is the Hare Krishna religious sect, to whom he donated a magnificent manor in Hertfordshire, UK, estimated to be worth $500,000. </p><p>George admits that if he doesn't work more than another hour again he will still have enough on which to live in comfort for the rest of his days. So, he is more than happy to help those less fortunate. </p><p>Back in the early '70s, he raised $6 million for the child victims of the Bangladesh war by staging an all-star concert in New York. </p><p>"I learned a lot from that exercise," he said. "Because of managerial bungling, we are still trying to get money from the concert into the right hands."</p><p>Now, he endeavors to keep news of his humanitarian endeavors on a very low key. </p><p>But that's George Harrison today. He's unassuming, keeping a low profile, happy to be a family man, and, when weather permits, "mess around in the garden."</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Sara S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709390264536530164noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108119778215437215.post-478394622964859972024-03-14T21:01:00.001-05:002024-03-14T21:01:00.140-05:00Ringo joins the conversation<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_h2tcYcR64em6OScNmNNsZ9zbi-eqCKFmxZgRZNZ0ttaken6B5nEKuFPeyVCl14ZTwh5YyXCwVGdytE42Ptv-iI9h91aXK9uT4OZa35T2CVUTuBHKD2cDAuMJJTVC-59P_2gjWDCPMz2QeQWq0C5_lpQ7wqw2gpki92Q1aLOnGSDdfkwcnu3Mt3GsOzB1/s630/c54b0ef9661378a7bcefd7746839af26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="630" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_h2tcYcR64em6OScNmNNsZ9zbi-eqCKFmxZgRZNZ0ttaken6B5nEKuFPeyVCl14ZTwh5YyXCwVGdytE42Ptv-iI9h91aXK9uT4OZa35T2CVUTuBHKD2cDAuMJJTVC-59P_2gjWDCPMz2QeQWq0C5_lpQ7wqw2gpki92Q1aLOnGSDdfkwcnu3Mt3GsOzB1/w400-h336/c54b0ef9661378a7bcefd7746839af26.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Sara S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709390264536530164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108119778215437215.post-12371240082192553832024-03-14T21:00:00.001-05:002024-03-14T21:00:00.153-05:00My Compliments to the Chef <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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The three of us were gathered in the spacious lounge at "Rembrandt, the fine old family house on Cheshire's swish Wirral peninsular, which Paul had presented to his father, Jim, 14 years earlier. After my mother Angie became Jim's second wife in 1964, I spent the next 12 years of my unusual childhood at Rembrandt as part of the McCartney family. </p><p>Now, it was near the end of 1977. Jim McCartney had died in the spring of the previous year. I was a fairly mature, independent but impressionable 17-year-old, and a suddenly paternal Paul was showing surprising concern for the future well-being of his teenage stepsister. I suppose he imagined he was doing his dad's duty, if only for one afternoon. Taking up the traditional stance of a protective father about to assess the true caliber of some potential son-in-law, Paul stood stiffly before the fireplace. A few feet away stood Mike, the man I thought Imight be marrying. In his arms, he was holding very awkwardly and by the wrong bits, the several-month-old baby of Paul and Linda, little James. Paul had given a confused Mike brief custody of the tiny child, maybe as some obscure sign of man-to-man goodwill. I shall never forget the comic contract between Paul's stern frown and the state of the gear he wore. His feet were bare without socks beneath big, baggy grey trousers. he was wearing battered old slippers and patterned braces. The stained sleeves of his blue lumberjack shirt were rolled up unevenly beyond each elbow. Mike waited silently for Paul to initiate a conversation. At last, he did with, "I've heard a lot about you, Mike, from Sis here. but what do you do and stuff?" I never did marry Mike. Nor anyone else, so far. But I shall keep vivid mental pictures of that odd confrontation long after I forget the color of Mike's eyes!</p><p>I have a mass of childhood memories of my upbringing at Rembrandt in close proximity to a pop superstar. There were as few as five meetings between Jim McCartney and my prematurely widowed mother, Angie, before the couple decided to marry in November 1964. Angie used to take me with her to Rembrandt. The lounge appeared to me to be the size of a cricket ground, and the telly looked as large as any cinema screen I'd seen. One evening, my mum carried me from my bed and I remember her whispering that this was Paul as I was passed on to a new knee. I thought to myself, "My cousin has wallpaper like you in her Wendy house!" I had seen rolls of Beatles' wallpaper before, but not the original article!</p><p>Beatlemania produced strange side effects. My mum was forbidden to send out any laundry. Jim feared fans would pinch souvenirs. the other Beatles - particularly John and George were frequent visitors. George spent a lot of time at Rembrandt teaching me a bit about Indian music when I was learning to play the piano. He drew diagrams for me, little boxes with signs in, to show the strange structure of the music. Jim seemed to be in much awe of his Beatle son. He would warn Mum, "Don't let Ruth wear that while Paul's at home." It was all down to "don't say this" and "don't risk that" when Paul was around. There was an arrival ritual to be observed so that Paul might avoid BEatles' fans still lurking near Rembrandt far into the night. He would telephone the house when he had left London, reporting his progress from a motorway service station. Two hours later, we would darken the whole place, open the garage doors, then wait quietly in an unlit kitchen until we could hear the sound of an approaching Aston Martin. Paul would kill the car lights completely at the top of the road. The navy blue vehicle would glide into the garden, and I would race out to secure the gate behind it. What a performance!</p><p>Paul's early nickname for me was Scabby because my knees were so frequently grazed after falls. "Come on then, Scabby!" he would cry. "I'll take you for a dive." I looked forward to rides with Paul, although it meant climbing into the back of the 2-door Aston and squeezing up behind the driver's seat, sharing the cramped space with Paul's huge, old sheepdog, Martha. The car contained an amazing little record player, a revolutionary gadget in its day. This became a favorite toy of Paul's, although it destroyed some of his best records. You 'posted' your singles into the thing horizontally. Unfortunately, someone had put the player far too close to the car's heater, and this started melting his records after 10 plays!</p><p>When someone in the family wasn't too well, Paul cuold be awfully kind-hearted. My gran, Angie's mother, Edie, was fetched home by private ambulance for her 80th birthday. Paul had masses of flowers delivered. Once, when I had broken my leg, Paul bought me a lovely little Scottie, which we called Hamish. If a member of the McCartney clan was going into the hospital, Paul would say, "Get a private room. Tell them I'll settle the account." The cash for everything came out of a joint account held by Jim and Paul. Into this account came Paul's music publishing money from Northern Songs. Frequently, after a chat with Paul, Jim would pay bills for relatives. A nephew might be having the phone cut off, or a sister might need a new piece of furniture. Much later on, after Paul and Lidna had married, a financial affiars man came from London. He went through all the household expenses and told my mum that Paul and Linda wanted to know what it cost to run Rembrandt so that they could make a specific annual allowance. The joint account was closed at that stage. </p><p>During my first three years at Rembrandt, Paul brought his actress girlfriend Jane Asher to stay for long weekends. To a small girl, watching through childhood's rose-tinted eyes, the blossoming romance between Paul and Jane looked like some long, hot summer which could never end. They used to take me with them everywhere. They appeared to share a tremendous kick out of adopting "Mummy and Daddy" roles towards me on these outings. During school holidays, and always at Christmas time, I was taken to visit them regularly at Paul's London home in St. John's Wood. There, in the large, untrimmed garden behind the house in Cavendish Avenue, Paul, and Jane helped me nandle my first proper bike. Jane shot a roll of cine film later at Rembrandt, showing the same ritual of Paul holding the back of my bike saddle and running me round the edge of the lawn. At one point, he let go, and I fell off. Paul used to take great glee in trotting out this film time after time in front of family and friends. I would have to watch myself repeatedly stamping my little foot in temper beside the fallen bike. </p><p>Paul was mellow and gentle, much more relazed than usual, when Jane was at his side and the other Beatles were absent. Although I remember her as a fairly forceful young lady, Jane allowed Paul to make the running, which suited him. Looking back now, with the wisdom of an adult, I realise that there were constant signs of discontent. A kid of my age paid little heed at the time, but I used to overhear some fierce quarrels. Jane would finish up going off for a long, sad walk on her own. Paul would stalk out across the drive to his car, slamming the heavy door hard as he kicked down on the powerful accelerator. </p><p>The couple's idea of pleasure during their Rembrandt weekends differed. Jane was contnet to be alone with Paul and she loved the Cheshire countryside. She was truly happy when riding a horse or collecting wildflowers. Sometimes, she and Paul would spend their whole day exploring rural lanes on the pair of mopeds Jim and Angie kept for them. Often, Paul became easily bored by such excursions. He revealed his preference for sessions with old mates. He liked to visit a New Brighton pub and join the gang late at night curried eggs back to somebody's house. It was Jane who introduced Paul to the elegance of Savile Row suits, classy shoes, and silk hankies. I think he depended on her as a guru to expand his gregarious ambitions beyond the pubs. On reflection, I reckon they were like a pair of leopards, each striving hard to change the other's spots. They failed to find a middle meeting place. But I felt awfully sorry when they split up in 1968, less than a year after their official engagement. </p><p>In such circumstances, a child selects to forget unhappy scenes. My mind concentrated upon all the treats I had enjoyed and how Jane had taught me to knit. I went to my wardrobe and took out the clothes Paul and Jane had given me the previous Christmas. I laid the small camel coat, the kilt, the sweater, and the suede handbag across the foot of my bed. Long after the clothes became too small for me, I treasured them as my deepest emotional reminder of the happy times with Jane and Paul. And I still use that suede handbag today, 15 years later. </p><p>We continued to see plenty of Paul after that, but, for one reason or another, the relationship grew less smooth. I cannot say whether Paul's nature changed when the Beatles began to disband. Obviously, there were new influences upon him - including those generated by the new lady in his life, the American photographer Linda Eastman, whom he had met in New York with John. The differences betwen Linda Eastman and Jane Asher were substantial and fundamental. Doctor's daughter, Jane was a typically reserved English lady with a simple ambition to pursue her acting interests within the serious theatre. Her circle did not include anyone other than Paul from the pop music business. Linda turned out to be a typically toughened New Yorker, her personality sharpened by the pressures of her chosen career. She had wide experience of show people, her close friends raging form Warren Beatty to Mike Jagger, Otis Redding to Van Morrison. </p><p>Indirectly, the marriage of Paul and Linda on March 12, 1969, was to have much influence up on my life. </p>Sara S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709390264536530164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108119778215437215.post-35002805185518974712024-03-13T21:05:00.000-05:002024-03-13T21:05:00.150-05:00The Cagney Party <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYGabPjr2P4JtR7g7QQLrn79hRnMSYHpZyfkTHO8yx4r_FHNl9xoDl9Tb9u3SpzweswzXg96F6hKSYUhM1g8CTK_XYFCJnCElHJJnTmo2_k5EtZP3YXqfXUq9nh2m6Cdz0leAxKb9WDIkCI70AemXTDD7zCGU0C0XIxUZN1oYdB3T67kS6Q1d-0lI-psFo/s400/1_789a34c407b71ea2fd478974e2f08586.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="305" data-original-width="400" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYGabPjr2P4JtR7g7QQLrn79hRnMSYHpZyfkTHO8yx4r_FHNl9xoDl9Tb9u3SpzweswzXg96F6hKSYUhM1g8CTK_XYFCJnCElHJJnTmo2_k5EtZP3YXqfXUq9nh2m6Cdz0leAxKb9WDIkCI70AemXTDD7zCGU0C0XIxUZN1oYdB3T67kS6Q1d-0lI-psFo/w400-h305/1_789a34c407b71ea2fd478974e2f08586.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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After doing this for 5 years, my friends (4 of us all together) and I got to know all the other staff...i.e., concession people, maintenance people and doormen, etc...quite well. By this time, I was 19, and we were getting ab it braver with our free entrance privileges. The bright idea occurred to us to try and get into rock concerts dawned on us slowly. we found that the doormen just let us walk in, thinking we were going to work that night. Of course, we had to show up at our usual time of 5:30-6:00 to make it work. </p><p>On May 7, 1976, I met my friend, Fran, in the parking lot as arranged. Our other friends, Barb and Sandy, wanted to wait until the Saturday show to go. From previous experiences, we knew that almost all the other bands didn't show up until just before showtime and stayed completely out of sight behind the stage (Alas, we had no backstage friends to risk their necks for us!)</p><p>Once inside the building, our usual habit was to go to the executive offices and talk to the girls that worked there (sometimes the stars came in and they had gossip to report). As we headed for the stairs, I told Fran that someone was tuning a piano. She says, "So?" I was quite excited becaues the equipment is usually all set up to go by the time we got there. She pushed onto the offices. The girl on the switchboard told us that they were late getting the equipment from New York and were still setting it up. Fran looked at me with an I-told-you-so look. I persisted in checking this out (could be cute roadies). She gave in (to shut me up), and we went into the arena at the end opposite the stage.</p><p>Immediately, we noticed people on the stage, and they did not look like roadies! As we walked closer (ran closer?), we realized it was Paul, Linda, and Wings. Paul was at the piano. By the time we got up to the stage, he had left the piano and walked over to a guitar, picked it up, and strapped it on (his bass, I think). He had on a blue Hawaiian-style print shirt and jeans. I must admit that I could not tell you what Linda and the others had on as I never took my eyes off Paul.</p><p>Then, if all this wasn't enough (I really expected to be chased out of there), he spoke to us! He asked us to sit down, and they would play us a tune as the equipment just came in from New York, and they wanted to check the sound out. I looked around with a "Who me?" expression, and he gestured to the seats, and I realized he meant us!!</p><p>As they started to play, I remembered I had brought my trusty Kodak Instamatic along, just in case. I got it out and held it up tentatively. I did not want to offend Paul by taking pictures without asking. I guess this was my lucky day. His answer was to WAVE at me. So, I snapped while he mugged for my camera. </p><p>They finished playing, and we clapped, and he said, "See you at the show," or words to that effect, and headed off the stage. </p><p>After reading other accounts in "The McCartney Observer," I can really identify with the other accounts of not knowing what to say. I could just kick myself now for not saying something. But I was in a fog. Actually, I do not remember all the details of the concert because I kept returning to events earlier in the evening. </p><p>Anyway, after he left, we rushed back to tell the switchboard girl about it and giggled, pinched ourselves, and giggled again until concert time. </p><p>The next day, after hearing of our good fortune, Barb and Sandy tried to get close to the stage before the concert (although no one was on it), and the lightman told them to get out; no one was allowed in. After discussing the light man with them, Fran and I ascertained that he was there on our night, too, but let us go by without a second glance. Perhaps we looked more business-like, or he thought we really were working there!</p><p>I have taken that as a sign of fate, that we were just supposed to be there on Friday and have a special, private concert with Paul. </p><p>Unfortunately, my pictures turned out to be as wobbly as my knees! Also, as I knew of no fanzines or that other shared in my Beatlemania after it was over, I never wrote everything down, and I cannot for the life of me remember what he sang to us (although I do remember that they ran the "Band on the Run" video on the big screen while he sang to test it out).</p><p>But, I know who it is in the photos, and I can remember how he looked at me and sang to me, and no one can take those few special moments away from me. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Sara S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709390264536530164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108119778215437215.post-83611500779109414212024-03-12T21:00:00.000-05:002024-03-12T21:00:00.126-05:00The most infamous day of the Lost Weekend <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpNK5kCEWR0VpCtCc_J1ppsj7lqcoX-a20iL5ZCrKHFl9MQ4pU6XL4kYcI5EcH-AYyF_LJv1nCeJvHTEAAmww5LnN_oL-GAalg2laxJ08P1DCdvnZPiBefQzw8OkEzl7ZmSLVTDITbvJD8FYr5EEYattP6wRhQj4qgeahM3bGIYV7TfU9g56WjWPJkhfDH/s594/3e188c87.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="771" data-original-width="1024" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBkfoezOlRkSNOtH8bE-ocG5gCp53bKo8PrM-HIS1fZjB9qkaiha0DLLsC7GxrNAM5LNtkHNCrZAeWlQFHwtuYgXIF0vqcsiF9TNMFPHP47pVwmkGxmWVkoAdjCI4FqpAwIu2-lIWXV1pQjl0nGI_jwzV1tT2zymqm-MsSkhj3hScuIdIhDktuoTZyuZ6V/w400-h301/472_4e21ef768069333870cb3dbf8d037b32_t.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> March 12, 1964<p></p><p>Fun Beatles Fact: The fan mail used in this scene was actual Beatles fan mail brought in from the Beatles British Fan Club office. It is fun to think that about how a real Beatles fan wrote the guys a letter and that letter became a prop in their first movie. </p>Sara S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709390264536530164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108119778215437215.post-5133479323974351882024-03-12T20:35:00.000-05:002024-03-12T20:35:00.246-05:00George, Paul, John and Ringo <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidywo5FgGa1nksqBzR1VwlPoL1dZqrPK2UNBcCbGuaGUD2TUO5qT-0M4e-dfnetsighOOBZgJpvTMtgbJSdILxhsYLl2mkho6c1ksFCAvHfNeurvJmFF17giWa_cEbo7rkkUR43vn9IUhFQq5U3gJdQDjRpmMsxlFAOn8hnopcqsm029OphUZF_fXCpoW6/s954/38218-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="734" data-original-width="954" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidywo5FgGa1nksqBzR1VwlPoL1dZqrPK2UNBcCbGuaGUD2TUO5qT-0M4e-dfnetsighOOBZgJpvTMtgbJSdILxhsYLl2mkho6c1ksFCAvHfNeurvJmFF17giWa_cEbo7rkkUR43vn9IUhFQq5U3gJdQDjRpmMsxlFAOn8hnopcqsm029OphUZF_fXCpoW6/w400-h308/38218-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Sara S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709390264536530164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108119778215437215.post-41458570126292102442024-03-11T21:10:00.000-05:002024-03-11T21:10:00.139-05:00Acting Naturally <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXo8WwtcUhvVmFII3_Ool5-H44s4GER_DEzS1336T1KwvMY3Mb2SQhhIQqu8Wl1fYsVqDAPL-Ulh86QGbdFC8e64-WTtDgrfCuZf0x03dgWe56HzX5Q-XHNb6YvI7oHxXuEzfQeYm-048CyHUcS-xnpgnlvliS0KPrgvtK-Dl6ipdTPSv5E4SPClRcewNO/s362/13516496_519932768203532_965868169128005312_n(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="362" data-original-width="240" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXo8WwtcUhvVmFII3_Ool5-H44s4GER_DEzS1336T1KwvMY3Mb2SQhhIQqu8Wl1fYsVqDAPL-Ulh86QGbdFC8e64-WTtDgrfCuZf0x03dgWe56HzX5Q-XHNb6YvI7oHxXuEzfQeYm-048CyHUcS-xnpgnlvliS0KPrgvtK-Dl6ipdTPSv5E4SPClRcewNO/w265-h400/13516496_519932768203532_965868169128005312_n(1).jpg" width="265" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ2e0Y_fiGsJBmkDWDeTdSNbuBtFi_XIlYe1hf8RpEVv2QjK_ZHGY_GbgQHlhY3cMxsbqKA-ZXJ_IBL8VXPtlv7wSL0oEJ-O1VaITyi0VlrF96Q2omEi-4EiPoVHqloWukv-mvFIigdNnYTLH50D1DYHw9JOGUNTqk-aLohVSpBt2FJV-Ac2hKO-Z_b3jd/s694/358663958_10225488526822917_383270081776236736_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="694" data-original-width="619" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ2e0Y_fiGsJBmkDWDeTdSNbuBtFi_XIlYe1hf8RpEVv2QjK_ZHGY_GbgQHlhY3cMxsbqKA-ZXJ_IBL8VXPtlv7wSL0oEJ-O1VaITyi0VlrF96Q2omEi-4EiPoVHqloWukv-mvFIigdNnYTLH50D1DYHw9JOGUNTqk-aLohVSpBt2FJV-Ac2hKO-Z_b3jd/w356-h400/358663958_10225488526822917_383270081776236736_n.jpg" width="356" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPCNMjgQc2vVsoekdlHexbLnScVta6Uwpuht1LN6N12sTZmI-iLbsas7q8vRhPON2jl8Sl7zIvkr9XuXhHAv3wrVtZo2XcUXYNARQL0MeyUwn_M9yOv86Tl2Ma6MUb0MlFFOs9My5TFXqtBArNa_z1MHYCfugScwBzUp51fYd4eIbCi6-qs5RmC_ckmZQb/s374/jimbuckringo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="374" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPCNMjgQc2vVsoekdlHexbLnScVta6Uwpuht1LN6N12sTZmI-iLbsas7q8vRhPON2jl8Sl7zIvkr9XuXhHAv3wrVtZo2XcUXYNARQL0MeyUwn_M9yOv86Tl2Ma6MUb0MlFFOs9My5TFXqtBArNa_z1MHYCfugScwBzUp51fYd4eIbCi6-qs5RmC_ckmZQb/w400-h258/jimbuckringo.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />March 1989 -<p></p><p>Ringo joined Buck Owens to record "Act Naturally." Hard to believe that it has been 35 years since this classic duet. </p>Sara S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709390264536530164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108119778215437215.post-16945308965867436662024-03-11T20:53:00.001-05:002024-03-11T20:53:00.128-05:00Drumming for Jackie <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrEc4LQCkCJfSSfXkGlfw6N5vaeFVqYw-WRjFOLgCNzSJhKMVJOF5OIsXdtPWGhFFELZjqhaP2OeOhqk5_me7bCKxP_5oHiMWu1rgWjFvjSkOcSVqWGYb-UhVN7XVdY629yNWci-94tntPtlczIWEmppOz2ndM3870X92KJL4BgG2_k86WtvCn2t9Ev1m/s445/472_01daf13f37dada79d72903059a11119d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="445" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrEc4LQCkCJfSSfXkGlfw6N5vaeFVqYw-WRjFOLgCNzSJhKMVJOF5OIsXdtPWGhFFELZjqhaP2OeOhqk5_me7bCKxP_5oHiMWu1rgWjFvjSkOcSVqWGYb-UhVN7XVdY629yNWci-94tntPtlczIWEmppOz2ndM3870X92KJL4BgG2_k86WtvCn2t9Ev1m/w400-h240/472_01daf13f37dada79d72903059a11119d.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="379" data-original-width="500" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMVYlCc5IGzkhsxIChpbxkPu9honN-tCiTOych29FTHkrlg2hK-lWJ9FQs5ZKTJobn46esvJeioalD6U2Dx5UHT-XPyugbvnZPdGyeVXcsg2V70q-qrmXOr-6utwzM42KPI51HuiQa3q5nzTGEgp01p5D3v0hyphenhyphenItzUJMdMA_5AfTXm52sJiaE60k6NTHDb/w400-h304/472_c911f50db33a6ade8dba23d51b16e2cb.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><i>This is an interview that I have had in my files since I printed it off the internet on June 18, 1999. Billboard magazine interviewed George Harrison that year and asked him questions about the updated Yellow Submarine and Songtrack that was soon to be released. </i></p><p>The Billboard Interview with George Harrison</p><p>By Timothy White</p><p>B: Let's start by clearing up current misconceptions of what the upcoming new "Yellow Submarine" release is about and what it will actually encompass. </p><p>GH: The main thing you need to get over to all the people is that it's not a soundtrack, but that it's actually the "songtrack." This will be a total of all the Beatles songs that were used in the film. </p><p>The whole "Submarine" thing was written or done around the time of "Sgt. Pepper," around that period (but) "Yellow Submarine" only ended up wtih just those six new songs that were in the flim. and then they put all that George Martin orchestrated material on there. But now it will be every song that was in the movie - because the film also had "All You Need Is Love" and "Sgt. Pepper" too -- all together for the first time. And they've all been remixed!</p><p>B: The film also had even older songs, like "Eleanor Rigby," that are now on the new "Yellow Submarine: A Songtrack." </p><p>GH: Exactly, and they're in all their new mixes in that "wraparound sound." So the video and the DVD versions are the new CDs will also have the same new stereo mixes that will match the wraparound sound and will come out around the 14th of September. </p><p>But I haven't even seen the finished film yet! We're going to a private screening of the new version in a week or two.</p><p>We may have a couple of cinema "events" showing it in theaters, and I think that gonna turn into a big night out, but the film is not going to be out in a general theatrical release. </p><p>We've got all sorts of other things coming in time for November, including an announcement about a Beatles Web site. Neil Aspinall at Apple he's organizing all these details, and he's got all kinds of things that are going to reach fruition, like some special merchandising. Having lasted 40 years with the Beatles, Neil is the only person who's ever really been able to keep in contact with the four of us at the same time through all the various conflicts and whatever. And I met him when I was like 13 years old, smoking behind the air-raid shelters at the Liverpool Institute high school (big laugh). </p><p>B: There's supposedly a "Yellow Submarine" EP in the vaults that EMI had thought of putting out about a year after the "Yellow Submarine" album was finally released in January 1969. The EP had the six songs put on the soundtrack album, plus an early version of "Across the Universe." Of course, it never came out. </p><p>GH: I remember that the early version of "Across The Universe" was the best one. But we finally put that one out on a World Wildlife Fund charity album. And it also later went ont he Anthology [2] album. But, you know, there are certain things where somebody might have said like, "Oh, at this point in time, we had some songs in the can," but there's nothing that I can remember that was ever a solid discussion about an EP of any sort like that, other than the [two discs] "Magical Mystery tour" EP; in America, they didn't have extended plays so that had to be made into an album. </p><p>B: What about "Hey Bulldog," which was cut at the same February 1968 sessions that included the early "Across the Universe," you "The Inner Light," "Lady Madonna" and other material? Do you remember how the group came up with John's piano riff and your guitar riff for "Bulldog?"</p><p>GH: Well, it was John's song, and it was a great tune. Funny thing is, in the version for America of the "Yellow Submarine" film they edited "Bulldog" out, so we had to make sure this time that it would be in, because of that whole bit in the movie of the dog with all the heads!</p><p>And we do now have an unreleased video of "Hey Bulldog," as you know. What it was is that when we were in the studio recording [10 takes of] "Bulldog," apparently it was at a time when they needed some footage for something else, some other record, and a film crew came along and filmed us. Then, they cut up the footage and used some of the shots for something else. But it was Neil Aspinall who found out that when you watched and listened to what the original thing was, we were recording "Bulldog!" This was apparently the only time we were actually filmed recording something, so what Neil did was, he put [the unused footage] all back together again and put the "Bulldog" soundtrack onto it, and there it was!</p><p>B: An unreleased live Beatles video!</p><p>GH: [Chuckling] Yeah! And everything has a different mix on it now! Because when they set up to this new, wraparound five-speaker mix for the film, they were working away doing that for months and months at Abbey Road. You see, another thing is that a lot of time the Beatles were only working on 4-track tape, so we'd get to the fourth track, and then what we'd do is mix the four tracks onto one track of another 4-track machine, and then we'd do another three tracks. </p><p>So what they've gone doing in these new mixes - which we did a little bit of on the "Anthologies" - was to connect all the four tracks together and have the first four tracks all separated, and then the three overdubbed tracks separated, in order to create a new mix. Normally, the mixes heard since the '60s up till now from Beatles records have all been on these finished 4-tracks with the pre-mix of the other three tracks stuck onto it. </p><p>B: In other words, the individual tracks on the basic tapes were rediscovered, allowing you to separate each of the original, incremental tracks </p><p>GH: So for the first time you've actually got a much bigger, cleaner mix, because you've got the original bass and drum and guitar tracks unmixed together, you know? And also, with all the old equipment and all the compressors and the stuff that we used in those days, you'd spend ages trying to improve the final 4-track mix you figured you were stuck with. This engineer, a fellow named Peter Mew, did a lot of the work with a guy called Allan Rouse, who's kind of in charge of all the Beatles catalog. So we went in and listened to all these new, fully remixed tracks, and they really are good, with the sound coming all around you, you know!</p><p>B: A few more questions about the classic songs originally on the "Yellow Submarine" album, like "It's All Too Much." Is that you playing the organ on that track?</p><p>GH: That's right! I probably wrote it on the organ, I think.</p><p>B: At the end of "Too Much," there are snippets of Jeremiah Clarke's "Prince of Denmark's March" and the Merseys' '66 hit "Sorrow."</p><p>GH: You mean on the fade-out? Yeah, with "Your long blond hair/And your eyes of blue." That was all just this big ending we had, going out. And as it was in those days, we had the horn players just play a bit of trumpet voluntarily, and so that's how that "Prince of Denmark" bit was played. </p><p>And Paul and John just came up with and sang that lyric of "your eyes of blue." But just a couple of years ago somebody suddenly tried to sue us for that!</p><p>B: For them singing a little snatch of lyric to give exposure to an obscure song?</p><p>GH: Oh yeah. I just ignored it. I think that's one of my songs that's actually published now by ATV and Michael Jackson's Northern Songs, so I just thought, "Well, they can deal with it." I just thought it's so ridiculous, you know. </p><p>Incidentally, that riff that's played on "It's All Too Much," I seem to have heard at least 50 songs that used that lick since then. [He hums the melody on the chorus]. You know the one I mean: Dah ding ding ding, dah ding ding ding. I mean, that's become like a stock thing. The difference is some people admit where their influences come from, like the Byrds [did] with the Rickenbacker 12-string thing after they all went to see "A Hard Day's Night."</p><p>But then I've had people writing to me and telling me about a group called Texas with a song called "Black Eyed Boy", and everybody's saying, "Hey they've ripped off your song!" But I don't know, because somebody sent me a cassette and I put it on, and I couldn't hear a thing!</p><p>We've never really been into suing people for things like that. I've heard a bunch of records in the past that took things from things like "What is Life" or "Living in the Material World," or "Here Comes the Sun." What's the point? But I suppose the point would be like Bright Tunes (the publishing company that started the protracted plagiarism suit aginst Harrison's "My Sweet Lord" in wich George ultimately prevailed]- you could just try and make some money out of people.</p><p>B: The guitar feedback on the intro to "It's All Too Much" was done in May of '67, so it was pre-Hendrix, before he started to go wild with that stuff, since his "Are You Experienced?" album hadn't come out yet. </p><p>GH: But, now, I don't think I was playing the guitar feedback; as I say, I was playing the organ, so I think that was probably Paul that did that. But it was, like, manufactured, meaning that it wasn't like an accident or anything; it was part of the arrangement. </p><p>I just wanted to write a rock'n'roll song about the whole psychedelic thing of the time: "Sail me on a silver sun/Where I know that I am free/Show me that I'm everywhere/And get me home for tea." [Laughs.] Because you'd trip out, you see, on all this stuff, and when whoops! you'd just be back having your evening cup of tea!</p><p>But we also had that feedback on "I Feel Fine" [in 1964], and John always claimed it came about from playing an acoustic Gibson with a pickup in it, and it had a big round sound hole, and it just used to feedback very easily if you faced it toward the amplifier.</p><p>But then I've heard other people say that wasn't the first feedback either, "1897, we had feedback on such and such!" [more laughter]</p><p><br /></p><p>B: We've talked about "Only A Northern Song" before, which was intended as a little commentary of yours. </p><p>GH: It was at the pint that I realized Dick James had conned me out of the copyrights for my own songs by offering to become my publisher. As an 18 or 19 year old kid, I thought, "Great, somebody's gonna publish my songs!" But he never said, "And incidentally, when you sign this document here, you're assigning me the ownership of the songs [Harrison had written as a Beatle]," which is what it is. It was just a blatant theft. By the time I realized what had happened when they were going public and making all this money out of this catalog, I wrote "Only a Northern Song" as what we call a "piss-take," just to have a joke about it. <br /></p><p>B: "All Together Now." by Paul and John, do you have any thoughts about that?</p><p>GH: It was a nursery rhyme kind of thing. Again, if you look at it from one point of view, it's embarrassing. But we seem to have been the all-around entertainers, weren't we? Somehow we got away with stuff liket hat, either with Ringo singing "Yellow Submarine" or us doing a song like "All Together Now." </p><p>B: Thinking of things suited for children from the Beatles, Al Brodax, who produced the "Yellow Submarine" movie, also had done the series of Beatles cartoons that were shown on Saturday and Sunday mornings in America. Whatever happened to those cartoons?</p><p>GH: Oh, we bought them all a few years ago, just so we had control over them for the future. I always kind of liked them -- they were so bad or silly they were good if you know what I mean [grinning]. And I think the passage of time might make them more fun now, in terms of being more watchable than they really were back then. But we don't have any plans for them at the moment. </p><p>B: By the way, the song "Yellow Submarine" never really did have anything to do with a narcotic pill by that nickname, did it?</p><p>GH: I never heard of that pill. Paul came up with the concept of "Yellow Submarine." All I know is just that every time we'd all get around the piano with guitars and start listening to it and arranging it into a record, we'd all fool about. As I said, John's doing the voice that sounds like someone talking down a tube or ship's funnel as they do in the merchant marine. [Laughs] And on the final track, there's actually that very small party happening! As I seem to remember, there's a few screams and what sounds like small crowd noises in the background. </p><p>B: Fans still wonder if that voice shouting into the submarine's funnel is John, same as they still ask who coughed at the start of "Taxman" on the "Revolver" album. </p><p>GH: My son Dhani reckons it was me. He says, "I'd recognize that cough anywhere!" [Laughs] But I don't remember. </p><p>B: Unlike the cartoon series, which had your voices, your own "Sgt. Pepper" -ish film characters in the "Yellow Submarine" movie were dubbed by actors, so the Beatles only actual appearance in the film is at the end of the picture.</p><p>GH: Well the deal was we hadn't really been that involved in the making of what was supposed to be out third movie. I must say, at the point I had no idea of how it was going to fit into the film or where it was going. We had our lines and just kind of did it, but it all turned out quite well with the animation, didn't it?</p><p>B: It was excellent, and the film was very influential, particularly the work of principal animation designer Heinz Edelmann.</p><p>GH: Right, and then Peter Max built his whole career on the fact that everybody thought he'd done it! I loved a lot of those characters [Edelmann] came up with. And the Blue Meanie named Max., I always wondered if the later idea of the "Mad Max" movie character came from him. </p><p>B: It's a spectacular, Dante's "Inferno"-type tale of good vs. evil. And that "flying glove" character is scary!</p><p>GH: [Laughs] It is, it is! And all those Apple Bonkers! The fact is, with the way the culture and the government are now, it's all still happening now as it was in "Yellow Submarine." Except the Blue Meanies have got a bigger stranglehold on the planet right now than they even had back in '67! And it looks like there's no musical group coming along to break the bubble of grayness because even the music industry has turned gray and is dominated by Blue Meanies.</p><p>B: Do you think popular music has had an impact on shaping minds and that, across history, it's helped influence people's thinking?</p><p>GH: Music definitely influences you, whether it just makes you feel happy or sad. And likewise I'm sure all that horrible music these days is making people change -- there's just worse crime, more cynicism. I wouldn't necessarily directly blame the music for all of that, but there is this kind of chemistry that's created through endless television or music programming or advertising that drones away on these things- with crap music, with murder movies, and that whole thing with Robert De Niro pointing a big gun at everyone on the big posters [for the film Ronin] that you see everywhere now in London. And so it's like my son Dhani was saying, that "Who gives a shit about bombing Bosnia!" becomes the attitude on a campus, because they're all so desensitized. </p><p>B: It's like the music and entertainment business has gotten into the arm business</p><p>GH: Yeah! And it was both pathetic and very funny at the time, but a couple of years ago, I was in Los Angeles, and I had the television on, and for the local weather we went to some guy at the beach. And in the shot of him live with the beach in the background, you could just see the pollution was just dreadful, and he just goes, "Yes, well, it's another beautiful day down here at Santa Monica!" And I thought, "What are you talking about? It stinks!"</p><p>But that's how it is; that's the desensitizing. Maybe in another few hundred years people will be living in sewers with rats crawling all over them, and they'll be thinking, "This is great, life is good." Mahatma Gandhi said, "Create and preserve the image of your choice," and the image we seem to have chosen is one of greed and butchery.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Sara S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709390264536530164noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108119778215437215.post-24630795933966489042024-03-11T20:15:00.000-05:002024-03-11T20:15:00.257-05:00Paul and two lucky ladies <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia_lzvxPyq5mdu3DFo-7tZia69-0woYenW05AhM3zSc1Zvp-bmJOO8cEv-RydNodFVYgifwVIfVBdkyu8lqr8NiPPCjooYAUmwQariG-Deimocc6ueeuW1xHDKR3U7IOAe7PEk846A_9jwRH9LvHQB8idRqhyphenhyphenxceCDQ8X7z9avkPjj3iLUjkTUAfY36n8g/s855/img922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="855" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia_lzvxPyq5mdu3DFo-7tZia69-0woYenW05AhM3zSc1Zvp-bmJOO8cEv-RydNodFVYgifwVIfVBdkyu8lqr8NiPPCjooYAUmwQariG-Deimocc6ueeuW1xHDKR3U7IOAe7PEk846A_9jwRH9LvHQB8idRqhyphenhyphenxceCDQ8X7z9avkPjj3iLUjkTUAfY36n8g/w400-h395/img922.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Sara S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709390264536530164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108119778215437215.post-61074251070921892602024-03-10T21:56:00.001-05:002024-03-10T21:56:00.129-05:00 A Day at the Races <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRxwG-L_nmx7Fh8eo9VvilgQEbyVOQd6i894IwvS2RGhhCpCzzA9B4EpwZrev_H1W4D9kx-6EgPor3knSEN9KyX14M6SSPdlknvoueHn3Z6xiBNTCaEdkdQX6BAsXJC-3Jxu-RbneTlPAk9yzHJwoME8OQRzZUbrZ6zYGYltjvNcpa-SwNF9555hUnSdHf/s2384/img234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2384" data-original-width="1270" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRxwG-L_nmx7Fh8eo9VvilgQEbyVOQd6i894IwvS2RGhhCpCzzA9B4EpwZrev_H1W4D9kx-6EgPor3knSEN9KyX14M6SSPdlknvoueHn3Z6xiBNTCaEdkdQX6BAsXJC-3Jxu-RbneTlPAk9yzHJwoME8OQRzZUbrZ6zYGYltjvNcpa-SwNF9555hUnSdHf/w213-h400/img234.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Johnny Gentle autograph from Sara's collection </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p>John Askew, better known to Beatle fans as Johnny Gentle passed away on February 29, 2024. He was 87 years old. </p><p>I admit to not knowing a lot about Johnny Gentle or the week-long tour the Beatles spent in Scotland in 1960. I do recall reading about it in<i> Tune In. </i>I just learned that the book about the tour (which I have the cover page autographed for but don't have the full book) is available as an ebook. I just purchsed it, so expect a review at some point this year. </p><p>The Johnny Gentle tour is such an important part of early Beatles history. I express my sympathies to Johnny's family and friends. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Sara S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709390264536530164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108119778215437215.post-28369519850896112382024-03-10T21:08:00.000-05:002024-03-10T21:08:00.133-05:00Free Tibet <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjokXOoOmb3QtNrT3-dvIeZjXJnjFMVArCc3rY4sZZWiSK_bclwkyT5jQPfXPnHcZ-VP3FRaqjE16oq_Xreu-foH5HVswq6-v6objT6wYyL9CI5nkOJNKBnvWXZuFu5IbiL6DVonpHfTwqgc3LTMwk9moGzK7c_z0chdYS5Clxz7wFpPfYE8lL6Gyah11Di/s665/ic_3615761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="665" data-original-width="431" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjokXOoOmb3QtNrT3-dvIeZjXJnjFMVArCc3rY4sZZWiSK_bclwkyT5jQPfXPnHcZ-VP3FRaqjE16oq_Xreu-foH5HVswq6-v6objT6wYyL9CI5nkOJNKBnvWXZuFu5IbiL6DVonpHfTwqgc3LTMwk9moGzK7c_z0chdYS5Clxz7wFpPfYE8lL6Gyah11Di/w259-h400/ic_3615761.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3rl2BCGapger7vlihuBVnoyNC79KXw_68ST6knYKG95Ys0nzlcAcW_aFjjeCnHjVPSnaITH67ipXg8youUC5tHoMBxFMlDmVJ_E93Yv5YLJz66iOR3WCM9JBzbPfBxfy6lwL4kQLOhhyPvjgCdAQQnwSL-HVc60dNXx1WGuKoaXE2QSmaWR-5VfIC4RpS/s800/s-l1600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="539" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3rl2BCGapger7vlihuBVnoyNC79KXw_68ST6knYKG95Ys0nzlcAcW_aFjjeCnHjVPSnaITH67ipXg8youUC5tHoMBxFMlDmVJ_E93Yv5YLJz66iOR3WCM9JBzbPfBxfy6lwL4kQLOhhyPvjgCdAQQnwSL-HVc60dNXx1WGuKoaXE2QSmaWR-5VfIC4RpS/w270-h400/s-l1600.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><br /> March 10, 1999<p></p>Sara S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709390264536530164noreply@blogger.com0