a couple of many pieces i want to draw to show my love of the orbiting human circus (of the air)…if you haven’t started listening yet, season one just finished up recently! it really sings to my heart, i can’t recommend it enough
“John didn’t make it to the hospital until three days after our son was born - the first opportunity he’d had to get away from the tour. […] He came in like a whirlwind, racing through the doors in his haste to find us. He kissed me, then looked at his son, who was in my arms. There were tears in his eyes. ‘Cyn, he’s bloody marvellous! He’s fantastic.’ He sat on the bed and I put the baby into his arms. He held each tiny hand, marvelling at the miniature fingers, and a big smile spread over his face. ‘Who’s going to be a famous little rocker like his dad, then?’ he said.”
[Cynthia Lennon, John]
Happy Birthday Julian!
Pics: Cynthia, John, Julian, George and Pattie at Kenwood, 1965. Taken by Henry Grossman.
John Ryan is a songwriter who co-wrote on nine of One Direction’s singles. Ross Golan, the interviewer, also wrote with One Direction, and co-wrote “If I Could Fly.” This is the same podcast Savan Kotecha gave his interview on.
Ryan’s interview sheds further light on the writing process of One Direction songs. In addition, one gets a glimpse of bts song production and the atmosphere of touring.
As the band got more famous, security was tightened, and there was increasing scrutiny of their individual movements.
It made me think of Harry’s lyrics, “I can’t touch what I see,” and “We’re not who we used to be.” Their fame gradually became a cage.
Ryan also talked about how Julian Bunetta oversaw production so that there was a cohesive “sound” on each album– down to the details of using the same synth, the same percussion.
I thought about the difference of each song on Harry’s album. He must have been thinking about these various sounds for a long time. The production on “Harry Styles,” done with a deft and unifying professionalism, still allowed the expression of a lot of different rock sounds– glam, stadium, folk, garage. All of these are outside of the 1D spectrum.
And finally, Ryan talked about how the audience of 1D was the first to appreciate how the band was maturing as musicians, how their sound “pivoted.” He made the comparison to The Beatles and their song “Revolution.”
Written by: Harry Styles, Julian Bunetta, John Ryan, Mitch Rowland, Tyler Johnson
Same lips red, same eyes blue Same white shirt, couple more tattoos But it’s not you, and it’s not me Tastes so sweet, looks so real Sounds like something that I used to feel But I can’t touch what I see
We’re not who we used to be We’re not who we used to be We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
The fridge light washes this room white Moon dances over your good side And this was all we used to need Tongue-tied like we’ve never known Telling those stories we already told ‘Cause we don’t say what we really mean
We’re not who we used to be We’re not who we used to be We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me We’re not who we used to be We’re not who we used to be We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
We’re not who we used to be We’re not who we used to be We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me We’re not who we used to be We don’t see what we used to see We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat I’m just trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
Cried for over half an hour over how pure and good my friend's blind cat is while petting and hugging it
Explained the entire plot of Hamilton at 6am, with renditions of some of the musical numbers and poor choreography
Made out with at least seven people, got kicked in the face, cried on and off for about an hour, acquired several hickeys, and tried to jump out of a window all in the same night
Tried to re-unite my friends when we got split up into two groups but ended up getting lost on my own and just went back to the bar to get another drink, also had to be held back from nearly cracking a guy's ribs when he wouldn't leave my friends alone
Decided at 5:30 am I was really energetic, did two push-ups, and then collapsed onto the floor
Partied all night long just enjoying living my life and minding my business while my entire group were having several different catastrophic fights between themselves
Passed out for an hour or so at a party, then woke up, chugged my drink and went back into it comparing myself to the second coming of Jesus
Enthusiastically listened to a stranger tell me their entire life story while too drunk to actually hear anything or remember what they were saying