… what middle aged cranky beatle fan it was who wrote it.
John Lennon replies. 1969.
I was reading your letter and wondering what middle aged cranky beatle fan it was who wrote it. I resisted looking at the the last page to find out. I kept thinking who it was, Queenie? Stuart’s mother? Clive Epstein’s wife? Alan Williams? What the hell, its Linda!
Wot the hell, it’s Linda! Continue reading “As I Write This Letter”
Sometimes the best stuff goes on at someone else’s blog. You know, kind of like the way some couples fight at other people’s houses.
Like this poor guy, making his helpful little Liberal remarks. I can pick a fight with anybody. Particularly the well-meaning, whose very springboard is All Wrong. Bamboo slivers neath the nails. Bring ’em on. Continue reading “Where Do They All Come From”
only you and Ringo?
This anonymous comment on Secret Diary of Steve Jobs really faked me out … so cool, so coolly evil at the same time.
I’ve always wanted to ask Paul, So how do you feel about the fact that the Beatles are dying in order of coolness, and there’s only you and Ringo left?
You are genius-bad. Whoever you are.
Charming intro, one senses, to a return to authenticity for Paul. No doubt we have Miss Tacky-Nighties to thank. I know I feel better about the man than I have in years … it’s palpable, age, genuine good spirits, never mind the bloody talent. The test will be, shall he have to dis John Lennon again.
Redemption lives in the strangest corners of our lives.