Paris, France | Autumn 1961

“what’s the song of the summer” ?? it’s DANCING IN THE DARK by bruce springsteen for the 40th year in a row

me and my big stupid cock... 😞 *kicks a tin can down the street with my head hunched over*

“The Beatles’ leather look was started on their first Hamburg visit and completed on the second. From head to toe, they wore pink ‘twat hats’ on top of greased quiffs, black leather jackets on top of black velvet shirts or black round-collar tee shirts, and black leather trousers down to pointy black winkle-pickers or tucked at the calves into gold and silver Texan boots. […] Beyond this, they occasionally wore pink neckerchiefs. An early Beatles follower at the Cavern, Ann Sheridan, describes their neckerchiefs as ‘like a square scarf halved and tied at the back, worn on the outside of their leathers. These scarves were very popular with girls- Brigitte Bardot wore them- and the Beatles had theirs cowboy-style, pale pink, with the triangle coming down the front. No other boys wore pink then.’” -Mark Lewisohn, Tune In

John, Ringo and Paul looking out of the window at the Hotel Bayerischer Hof in Munich, 24 June 1966. Photo by Robert Whitaker. Scan from “Eight Days a Week” by Robert Whitaker and Marcus Hearn.

Hans needing a stiff schnapps or three after a morning being firm with John Lennon.

[Liverpool Echo, 28 January 1965]

Transcript under cut...

Beatle John Lennon took his first public ski lesson here to-day - and the snow slopes of sedate St Moritz had never seen anything quite like it.

With his wife Cynthia, John started briskly from his hotel up the hills towards the cable railway station as light snow fell. After 20 yards his winter sports enthusiasm deserted him. "Let's get a taxi, my legs are killing me," he said.

A taxi drew up and took the couple, with a 26 year old ski instructor, Mr Hans Haas, the 200 yards to the station.

John had his first private lesson yesterday. To-day he skied on the nursery slopes of the 6,500ft high Chanterella station.

After ten minutes spent tying up his boots and fitting skis he pronounced himself exhausted. "That's enough for to-day," he said. "Let's all go to the restaurant."

Instead Mr Haas guided him firmly the slopes.

There was a delay when Mr Haas found that his pupil had forgotten to fasten the side straps on his boots.

"I never saw them," said John with interest. "So that's why I kept falling off yesterday after you'd gone."

"I'd like a photo of you going down that slope please Mr Lennon," said an enthusiastic Swiss photographer, pointing to a nearby steep descent.

"I'd like a picture of you going down it too, mate," retorted John, heading for the gentlest slope available.

"Mick always had to come to his house, because he was Paul McCartney, and you went to him. Paul never came to us. I was always very curious about how Mick saw him, how Mick felt about him. It was always fun to watch. There was always rivalry there. Not from Paul, none at all. Paul was oblivious, but there was something from Mick. It was good fun. It was like watching a game on the television." ㅡ Marianne Faithfull.

ㅡ From the book "One, Two, Three, Four: The Beatles In Time" by Craig Brown.

Yellow Submarine (1968) trailer

bro really does love his margaritas lmfao

So we all know that John got £100 for his 21st and spent it on the Paris honeymoon holiday with Paul. And we all go, “yeah, yeah, £100.” but. 

WAIT

ARE YOU KIDDING ME 

YEAH I GUESS HE REALLY MUST HAVE LIKED YOU PAUL 

Interesting extract from an article by 21 year old John Tunney, Junior Reporter, writing in Weekend Magazine (Newcastle Journal, 4 December 1965)

What caused it all? It wasn’t really their hair-style. It wasn’t their personal charm. It wasn’t their film-star wise-cracking toughness in the face of the questions of newsmen. It was a combination of this and the music. To some people in this country - especially the benighted and dull South - their accent was cute and funny. Bang went the idea that only Londoners could wise-crack and charm, and bang went the idea that the North was a land of fish and chips, beer, and telly-culture. Here were young men who were articulate and funny, who to a great extent put the mockers on southern snobbery by ignoring it or making it look ridiculous by throw-away gags, who were full of zest for life and zany with it. They provided the perfect vehicle for identification for listeners and audiences. This was new. In pre-Beatles days pop-stars were individuals - Elvis, say, had a solitary appeal by way of his sullen expression and hip-swinging singing. You could take him or leave him.  The Everly Brothers were so much alike that they could be taken as a single unit. They are very much the boy-next-door type. They presented nothing really new, except a certain whimsy and pathos in their songs. The Beates were four for the price of one - you could identify with the tough guy looks of Lennon, the little-boy sexuality of Paul McCartney, Harrison’s sneer, or the slightly pathetic appearance of the strangely-named Ringo Starr.   In a sense they didn’t have an English appeal in the way that Tommy Steele has - they couldn’t be easily classified as Liverpool kids in the sense that Tommy Steele was acclaimed as a bright and breezy Cockney kid.  There was something more here. They shook the English establishment by being polite but mickey-taking in the same breath.  A titled lady could be referred to as a “bird” and nobody felt offended. The group humour was hip and self-contained. It relied on an esoteric vocabulary to an extent - like Damon Runyon. But it was also part of the humour of their home-town. Really, it was the first time that the sense of humour of a heavy industrial area like Liverpool or Manchester or Tyneside had been paraded before the country without coming from the mouth of someone who was a professional ‘Northern’ comedian.  I’m pretty sure this fascinated Southerners and filled Northerners with a sense of pride. For Northerners it was a vindication. For the Southern masses it was a revelation.

i love thinking about how linda was a beatles fan but specifically a john girl and about how when yoko was trying to get the lyrics to the word she went straight to paul and only met john later. it’s like to really be a paul girl you kinda gotta be a john girl too and vice versa. until you get to know them ofc