taken from the original written lyrics to “here comes the sun”
Contact sheet for John Lennon and Yoko Ono’s December 8th 1980 photo-shoot, photographed by Annie Leibovitz.
Pattie Boyd and George Harrison at Abbey Road studios during the orchestral recording session for “A Day In The Life” (Feb. 10, 1967). [x]
dhani harrison (august 1, 1978): a timeline.
↳in honor of his 36th birthday. happy birthday, dhani! ♡
just focus on John’s butt in the first gif
you’re gonna need a bigger boat.
In 1974, Jim Dawson sent John Lennon a questionnaire, asking for his thoughts on Buddy Holly.
(A hat tip to a friend on Facebook for the link)
Finally! I drew something looking like comics.
aaand this is how I imagine beatles 8\
All about tits
"Sorry we hurt your field, mister." - George Harrison, A Hard Day’s Night (1964)
"You’re a swine." - John Lennon, A Hard Day’s Night (1964)
Today is the 52nd anniversary of Stuart Sutcliffe’s death, which prompts me to say a few things.
I’ve been blogging about Stu for four years. My purpose in creating goingintodeepwater was to help dispel the faulty Sutcliffe image that shoddy journalists had embedded in Beatles mythology, and which equally lazy writers have continued to circulate. Unfortunately, I still see the same stupid misperceptions repeated here on tumblr and other sites; still see the same stupid arguments being discussed (“was Stuart a bad bass player?”).
Sutcliffe fan fiction is often the worst offender, setting Stu up as shy and insecure, an unsure second-stringer. This despite declarations to the contrary from every Sutcliffe contemporary, from Stuart’s own letters, and from the clear evidence of his behavior that proves he was confident, responsible, and mature way beyond his peers. He was introverted, not shy; he was sensitive, not insecure (there’s a difference; look it up). He knew what he was capable of: from an early age he understood he was gifted with an exceptionally brilliant mind and a fiery talent. His dalliance with music was tangential to what he could and did accomplish as a visual artist.
Speaking of music, Stuart was the eldest and steadiest member of a rag-tag group of novice musicians. He had nerve, stamina, and courage (read about his struggle with bass guitar, and later, with debilitating illness). He had the capacity to give freely of himself, was openly passionate and able to love without limit.
But old myths die hard—-no matter how erroneous. I can only hope that current and future writers use their gray matter for more than dead paperweights holding down outdated material, and begin to realize—-and write about—-the extraordinary man Stuart Sutcliffe was.
Happy Deathday, Stu.
(portrait of Stuart Sutcliffe by stu-de-stael)
Julian & Cynthia Lennon photographed at Julian’s Birthday party in April, 1982.