London, 1979: Harrison Ford and Mark Hamill at Eric Idle’s home in which Carrie Fisher had rented while she was shooting Star Wars. Often after a shooting day, Harrison and Mark would come over. On one day, they had a party at the house after Eric came back to London. The gold record Eric Idle is holding is from Monty Python.
isn’t that the guy with the long white hair from final fantasy?
no your thinking of sephiroth, a sephora is an angel belonging to the highest order of angels
No you’re thinking of a Seraph. A sephora is a second year college or high school student
No, you’re thinking of sophomore. A sephora is when you use your phone to take a picture of yourself.
no, you’re thinking of a selfie. a sephora is a calm breeze.
No, you’re thinking of a zephyr. A sephora is one of those Greek vases with the two handles and the pictures.
You’re thinking of an amphora. Sephora is the web browser you have to use on iOS devices.
You’re thinking of Safari. Sephora is an informal term for the seven-week period of counting the days between Pesach and Shavuot in the Jewish calendar.
You’re thinking of Sefiras. Sephora is a bright blue gemstone best known for combining with Ruby to create Garnet and lead the Crystal Gems, training Pokemon, and/or assisting Steel to fight against time’s intrusions into our realm.
No, you’re thinking of sapphire. Sephora is actually a part of a flower; it protects the flower in bud and supports the petals in bloom.
No, you’re thinking of sepal. Sephora is the wife of Moses, who lead the stupid Jews out of Egypt fucking bitch.
No, you’re thinking of Tzipporah. Sephora was an ancient Greek poet who inspired a lot of lady-lovin’.
No, you’re thinking of Sappho. Sephora is the youngest of the five Marx brothers.
No, you’re thinking of Zeppo. Sephora is the Heimdall’s sister.
No no no guys, you’re thinking of Sif. Sephora is a venereal disease that turns your brain to swiss cheese, going so far as to destroy external features like the nose. Famous gangster Al Capone suffered from sephora.
No, you’re thinking of syphilis. Sephora is that radiant feeling you get when you have found perfect peace and happiness.
No, you’re thinking of euphoria. Sephora’s a fucking makeup store you dipshits.
“He also has his black moods, as we all do - and God help anyone who at that time incites his wrath!” - Ravi Shankar
“George had two incredible separate personalities. He had the love bag-of-beads personality. And the bag of anger.” - Ringo Starr
“His face was a mask of fury and contempt; I had never seen an angrier man. George’s anger even paralyzed John.” - May Pang,Loving John
“I saw George back-out three Hell’s Angels. We were in an office together with Alistair [Taylor], and these three Angels just flung open the door and walked straight in. I was looking for the closet, but George walked straight up to the biggest guy in the middle and said, ‘What are you doing here? We don’t want you here, we’re having a meeting.’ The guy must have outweighed him by 200lbs, but he just walked back and kept saying, ‘I know you, I know you…’ He walked out the door and George shut it in his face.” - Jackie Lomax, George Harrison: Behind the Locked Door
“You’ll stay on the fucking label. Hare Krishna.” - George to Paul
“Suddenly the entire Drug Squad began pressing so close that George was moved to shout: ‘Give us some fucking room, will you! I’m not going to run away!’ Whereupon a press photographer duly popped out of the bushes, temporarily blinding us with his flash camera as he snapped his group portrait. At that, George completely blew his top. 'What the fuck do you think you’re doing on my property?’ he yelled. 'I’m gonna fucking kill you, you bastard!’ Tearing after the photographer, with the entire Drug Squad fast at his heels, George embarked upon a protracted wild-goose chase around his own garden. Observing it all from the drive, I couldn’t help but laugh; bad as I felt for George, the scene was altogether worthy of a Marx Brothers film.” - Pete Shotton on George’s drug bust
"As we were listening, I noticed that something down in the studio had caught George Harrison’s attention. After a moment or two he began staring bug-eyed out the control room window… Yoko had gotten out of bed and was slowly padding across the studio floor, finally coming to a stop at Harrison’s Leslie cabinet, which had a packet of McVitie’s Digestive Biscuits on top. Idly, she began opening the packet and delicately removed a single biscuit. Just as the morsel reached her mouth, Harrison could contain himself no longer. ‘THAT BITCH!’ Everyone looked aghast, but we all knew exactly who he was talking about. ‘She’s just taken one of my biscuits!’” - Geoff Emerick, Here, There And Everywhere
“A couple weeks later George dropped by the Pheasantry and left me acetates of the double album on which [While My guitar Gently Weeps] was going to appear[…] Word had got back to him that I was playing the [White Album] around town, and he was furious and gave me a huge bollocking[…] For a little while I steered clear of him, but in time we became friends again, although after that, I was always a little wary of letting my guard down around him.” - Eric Clapton, Clapton: The Autobiography
“I think chanting helped George a lot, overcoming feelings of distress and anger.” - Mukunda Goswami
George Harrison in New York City, 30 October 1970; photographed by Tim Boxer.
“In July , after a long struggle with illness, George’s mother - who had stood alone among the The Beatle parents as an active champion of their talents - died in Liverpool, and the sessions were put on hold. To complicate matters yet further, Clapton was obsessing over Pattie [Boyd].” - Mojo, July 2001 [x]
“When I was making All Things Must Pass in 1970, not only did I have Phil Spector going to the hospital and all this trouble, besides organizing the Trident Studios schedule in London with Derek & the Dominos - who many forget got their start on that record - but also my mother got really ill. I was going all the way up and down England to Liverpool trying to see her in the hospital. Bad time. She’d got a tumor on the brain, but the doctor was an idot and he was saying, ‘There’s nothing wrong with her, she’s having some psychological trouble.’ When I went to see her she didn’t even know who I was. [voice stiffing with anger] I had to punch the doctor out, ‘cause in England the family doctor has to be the one to get the specialist. So he got the guy to look at her and she ended up in the neurological hospital. The specialist said, ‘She could end up being a vegetable, but if it was my wife or my mother I’d do the operation’ - which was a horrendous thing where they had to drill a hole in her skull. She recovered a little bit for about seven months. And during that period my father, who’d taken care of her, had suddenly exploded with ulcers and he was in the same hospital. So I was pretending to both of them that the other one was okay. Then, running back and forth to do this record, I wrote that song. I made it up at home one exhausted morning with those major and minor chords. It’s filled with that frustration of going in these hospitals, and the feeling of disease - as the word’s meaning truly is - that permeated the atmosphere. Not being able to do anything for suffering family or loved ones is an awful experience.” - Musician, November 1987 [x]