Archive for January, 2007
Paul and Mary out and about on the town earlier this week, it was nice when later in the night Mary came out and commented ‘It’s good to see dad having fun again, and we’d like to thank the fans for their support’ this is the first time during this whole mess the Mcfamily have acknowledged the good wishes of the fans which i think is pretty cool.
My beady little eyes are always scanning obscure photos to see what little bits of information i can figure out from them and see what dosnt always jump out as obvious, the photo above was taken in November 2006 at Paul’s Cavendish avenue home, it was taken after the police arrived when it was discovered that hundreds of Pauls personal family photo’s had been taken from the house and thrown in a dumpster, luckily found by someone who handed them back.
If you look closely at the photo you can see Rose, Pauls housekeeper for nearly forty years standing in the doorway. When i see people like Rose and John Hammel standing by Paul i know all the horrible things Mills has been saying and leaking about Paul isnt true, or wasnt as it seems. Rose and John Hammel were and are very close to the children and would have been as close to Linda as anyone, and i dont believe that they and all the other loyal people Paul has had around him .. in some cases from the sixities, would have stuck by him if he was and had done all the things Mills has said.
I was a bit nervous when i heard Giles Martin was overseeing the LOVE project, i thought it may have been a bit of nepotisim that got him the job, but having heard LOVE over and over and loving it more and more i hope Giles takes a bigger role in caring for and overseeing the Beatles catalog, the above photo shows Giles with his parents and sister in 1983.
This has to be the most amazing photo i’ve posted on this blog yet, never in a million years did i think i’d find a photo of John after the break up socialising and on friendly terms with Lee Eastman!, but here is the proof, i believe this was taken in 1972 at an awards ceromony and that IS Lee standing to John’s left with his arm around him.
Still all these years later photo’s and information surfaces that never cease to amaze us and shock us in regards to the Fabs.
The two photo’s in this post show John in front of a giant guitar that he had made for one off his art exhibitions in the very early 1970’s, the first photo shows John with the guitar at the original exhibition and the second shows John many years later in 1980 standing in front of the same guitar, apparently after the art show John either gave or loaned the guitar to the Record Plant East recording studio’s where they displayed it in the front foyer, i visited the studio’s in 2005 and tho there is a recording studio there it isnt the Record Plant and the guitar was nowhere to be seen.
Paul has returned to holidaying in Jamaica, this is where he spend every January with Linda and the kids, i must say Macca is looking pretty good for his age and is obviously keeping himself fit with Pilates as his leg stretching proves (you just knew there was a camera around didnt you Paul) in the interests of ‘art’ i have broken up the photos into ‘Instalation pieces’ .. thats MY story.
Twas the night before Christmas, but the spirit of Yule
Was not what it should be in olde Liverpool.
The stockings, all hung by the warm chimney grate,
Were still sadly empty. For Santa was late.
Yes, midnight had come and midnight had fled.
The children were lying awake in their beds,
Unable to sleep and beginning to fear
That Christmas was really not coming that year,
When off in the distance there came a strange noise
–Was Santa arriving at last with their toys?
Those surely weren’t sleigh bells they heard from afar,
It sounded like drums—and electric guitars.
Now up in the sky, as the music drew near,
A strange silhouette began to appear.
Could those be reindeer? It seemed that they must,,
But instead of a sleigh were they pulling a bus?
The reindeer drew closer, and yes, it was true:
Behind them a bus, all yellow and blue.
And out from the windows strange voices there came,
Which called out to each tiny reindeer by name:
“Now, Maxwell! Now, Martha! Now, Prudence and Pepper!
On, Sun King! On, Sadie! On, Jude and Loretta!”
The bus was soon landed. The slightest of pauses
Then out through the doors came four Santa Clauses!
But these weren’t like Santas the children had seen,
For under the white beards their beads could be seen,
And clothing that wasn’t just Santa Claus red,
But rainbows of dazzling color instead.
They all had long hair, some had curling moustaches,
And one of the four wore round little glasses.
They carried guitars, except for the one
Who staggered along with a full set of drums.
They spoke not a word, but as quick as a mouse
They carried their instruments into the house,
And, moving the Christmas tree out of their way,
They plugged in their amps and they started to play.
The room seemed to sparkle with magic and then
That sparkle grew brighter, then brighter again,
And exploded like fireworks, filling the air!
Then the stockings were filled there were gifts everywhere!
But the four couldn’t stay to admire the scene;
They sprang to their bus and were gone like a dream.
But their voices called out, as they vanished from sight,
“Merry Crimble to all!” and, “What a hard day’s night!”