So I Woke Up And Randomly Decided To Draw Paul And Listen To Phoebe

“I dream about him.”

More Beatles in Peanuts style but now Martha is there too (mad day out outfits)

Paul and James in Paris, 1998

The Beatles recording session mistakes are pure gold and here are some of the best moments:

0:06: JOHN: That’s not it!!

0:57-onwards: *weird noises*

1:35: PAUL: And if you saw my love, I’d love her… *pfffff*

2:01: JOHN: There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done PAUL: I believe you, Johnny! JOHN: There’s nothing you can sing that can’t be sung. PAUL: There sure is! *continues random ‘Johnny’, ‘you’re right, boy!’*

2:20: JOHN: I’m ready to sing for the world, George. If you just give me the backing!

3:41: *loud guitars* JOHN: Little less of George! It feels I’m singing in a sock.

4:22: “RINGO!!”

4:36: PAUL: We’ll do it anyway, We’ll just blast that bit, that one bit.

5:47: JOHN: Don’t slow down, for Christ’s sake. Or I’m giving you no more drugs!

6:22: JOHN: I just can’t get anywhere near ‘light’ now.

6:34: PAUL: I’ll try to remember, John. And if I don’t it’s just too bad, isn’t it?

6:50: PAUL: George, what did it sound like? Were the bass doing a funny thing, did it sound any good or did it sound like just utterly crap? [..] I did it well, see. Told you! Meh, hello to you and see how you like it.

…and my personal favorite:

3:59: PAUL: Do that again. [to George:] You made a mistake. I KNOW YOU DID! GEORGE: No. *mumbling and grumbling*

The great power of Ukulele to don't give a f**k

paul mcflopney

Guys, guys stop being gay, Ringo is going to get killed because of that ring, guys-

The Beatles as The Magicians in Magical Mystery Tour (1967)

Never forget Neil, Mal and Derek going to war for the boys

The Beatles’ tv appearance in the Netherlands, 5th June 1964

This is, by no means, original thought. However, after the release of Beatles ‘64, I just want someone to make a Beatles film that is for us. Forget the mainstream and do what Cynthia said had never happened - people getting the emotion right instead of just the facts. The Beatles story isn’t a success story, it isn’t a rags to riches story, it isn’t an even a story about genius, it’s a story that has the power to change the world and one that will be told for ever. We are living in an era where we get to witness a myth being made and so in tribute to the oral tradition, we need to be the myth-makers. Someone needs to tell the story. I hope it will be Paul. I fear it won’t. Perhaps he can’t or shouldn’t, perhaps he won’t be believed. He definitely won’t be if everyone, including him, keeps recycling the same tropes. We know there’s no new stuff to be created, but there is a new light to be shed on what we know is there. This is beginning to sound a bit like the discovery of the Book of Mormon. No one needs another religion, but we do need is for someone to actually attempt to approach this seismic cultural event with an honest and open perspective.

Yoko allowed John to believe he was the genius. John’s canonisation (his manufactured image does him no favours) means that we can forget that Paul was the revered one in the 60s. He was the chosen one - in every way. John clocked it at their very first meeting.

“I half thought to myself, He’s as good as me, I’d been kingpin up to then. Now, I thought, if I take him on, what will happen?”- John

He took a risk, he made his choice and then never again believed in his own ultimate superiority. The story he’d told himself growing up, was that nobody was capable of spotting his genius because they were all below him. Surely a trauma response to being abandoned by his parents. Never could stand to be ignored, forever desperate to be seen and yet incapable of taking off the armour of cruelty. Look at me! Paul was the same, not armour but a wall of charm. Underneath John was soft and Paul is that almost impenetrable wall. They let each other in, and each betrayed the other. Those instincts of self-preservation that John spoke about.

Anyway, he took the chance on Paul, because he wanted to be somebody and Paul and him together made that a real possibility. Also, Paul was fucking hot and clever and talented. He was also a non-conforming weirdo who made everything look effortless and wouldn’t join John’s gang and wouldn’t let him lead. I wonder if this was Paul knowing, from the first moment of seeing John as was then confirmed by subsequent sightings and (I suspect) recces, strategically carried out to observe John (oh that bus worship carries some significance beyond an appreciation for public transport), that he knew how to handle John. Handle and manage John, in order to make him his very own.

(Is it him? Does it matter, because Paul has told us he “noticed” John many times, even before the chocolate bar.)

But, all the Paul adulation, especially John’s own uncontrollable, unconditional veneration, got to be too much. He couldn’t keep his jealousy in check. No quantity of material objects, women, money, food, fame soothed the ache for long enough. He thought Yoko, and because I am sure this is what Yoko promised him, was the only person who would always be in awe of him. She wasn’t, and the really tragic part is that Paul was from the jump, he still is and his faith never waivered.

If only they’d been able to maintain the connection and never lose the ability to read each other’s minds.

They burned too brightly. They loved too hard.