remember bob and george

‘I was surprised, actually, to discover that George was so attractive in person. I’d always thought of Paul as the cute one, but up close George was ruggedly handsome, even striking, with his long hair curling up just above the shoulders, his face smooth and clear, and those dark, intense eyes. But it was definitely his smile that hooked me-this incredibly sexy, crooked grin, almost a friendly sneer (like Elvis, I thought) that etched little lines in his cheeks, bringing your attention simultaneously to his heart-shaped face and his slightly crooked teeth.‘ - Chris O’Dell, ‘Miss O'Dell: My Hard Days and Long Nights with The Beatles, The Stones, Bob Dylan, Eric Clapton, and the Women They Loved”

Remembering George ♥ 1943-2001

“33 1/3 and his dad”: George Harrison and his father, Harold, Friar Park, 1976, photographed by Bob Cato for Thirty-Three & 1/3. Please pardon the dodgy quality cell phone image, snapped from my vinyl copy of the album!

“Once when I was eight or nine years old, Mr. Lyons… a teacher, caned me and got me on the wrist. It was swollen and when I got home, I tried to hide it but my father saw it and the next day he came down to the school and Mr. Lyons was called out of the class and my dad ‘stuck one’ on him.” - George Harrison, I Me Mine [x]

“George has got a lot to thank his parents for, for the way he is today. Even up to last year [1978] they were very protective of him, because they knew he was vulnerable, a trusting soft-natured person. They worried a great deal about him and I don’t think he knows how much. I know it’s true from things they said. They worried constantly, I’m sure he was never aware of it. If he had known how much they worried about him, he’d have been amazed.” - Irene Harrison, I Me Mine [x; xx]

“[In terms of support through the incredible fame and pressure of Beatlemania] George always had his father in the background, and his mother, they were both really sweet people.” - Klaus Voormann, SR2 German radio interview, 19 January 2004 [x]

anonymous asked:

Ugh your fremione writing is my favorite. Idk if you're taking prompts but if you could write something where hermione accidentally wears Fred's shirt to the burrow or around the weasleys and Harry and it causes a bit of chaos, id be a happy reader

George Weasley was generally a very happy man.

His business grew more successful each day, with people coming in from all corners of the continent to take part in the prankster way of life; he had a loving family who met regularly and seemed to expand every day, ensuring that more love was in the air; George even had an amazing girlfriend who worshipped him, no matter what she said (Angelina would come around and admit it any day now, he was sure of it). It was safe to say that life had been kind to George. But he would be lying if he said that this wasn’t the greatest day of his life.

The image in front of him was priceless. His father was looking from his wife to the rest of the family, wondering if they were seeing what he saw, no doubt a bit unsure how to react. George didn’t doubt he thought their reactions were a bit over the top. Especially the way Ron still held his sandwich midway to his mouth while it was preoccupied gawking (but not chewing it seemed) and the way his mother and sister widened their eyes dramatically.

George did as the rest and returned his focus to Hermione and Fred, who stood by the kitchen entrance to the Burrow, looking extremely confused. They exchanged looks, but it appeared none of them understood why the entire Weasley clan—save George himself— were gaping like fish. That is, until Fred followed their gazes and looked down to the front of Hermione’s jumper.

“Er, Hermione,” he began, “you’re …” He raised a hand slowly and pointed before trailing off; his whole body having caught between shock and urgency, one part stunned into a mumbling mess and the other desperate for Hermione to catch on.

“What? Did I spill something— Oh my god!” Hermione went from blinking bewilderedly to clutching her front desperately, attempting to cover it up, but the damage was done.

“What the bloody hell—“ started Ron.

“I didn’t know, didn’t realise,” Hermione said, ignoring Ron, “I just grabbed the first sweater I found, I swear!”

Fred shook his head as Hermione went on apologising, massaging his forehead with his thumb, index and middle finger as he did. It looked like he was laughing slightly though. “No, it’s fine,” he said, “I’m the one who should have noticed what you were wearing.”

“But I—“

“All right!” shouted Ginny suddenly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. “Will one of you explain why Hermione is wearing Fred’s Christmas jumper?”

Hermione and Fred glanced at each other uneasily before facing them; Hermione’s hands dropping and revealing, once more, the golden ‘F’.

George grinned. “You got sloppy, Forge.”

“Shut up,” said Fred, looking tired. He’d had to endure George’s teasing for ages now; warnings that this sort of thing was bound to happen. George knew his twin hated that he was proven right. George, on the other hand, was perfectly fine with it.

“You KNEW?” chorused Ginny and his mother, making poor Harry who sat between them clutch his ears.

“Hey!” said George. “It’s their fault, they made me promise not to tell anyone!”

Now the whole family’s attention was back on the couple.

“Thanks for that, George,” said Hermione through her teeth, making George remember— with a nervous bob of his Adam’s apple— why he’d never dared tell anyone in the first place.

“So you two really are …?”

Hermione looked at Ron, her threatening look shifting into something slightly softer, but nevertheless serious, no doubt wanting her best friend to understand that he would have to accept whatever answer she had in store.

“Yes,” she said. “We are.”

Ron’s blue eyes turned shrunk back to their normal size, joining his furrowed brows now in deep thought (or as deep as Ron’s thoughts could ever go, reasoned George). “But why?” he asked.


“Why Fred?” asked Ron and went on to explain, gesturing to his brother, “I mean, sure he has a lot of money, but you could do better than that.”

“Oy!” said Fred.

Hermione laughed, all her anxiety visibly dissipating. “I’ve been asking myself the same question.”

Fred gasped and clutched his heart. “My brother and my fiancée!”


Hermione snapped her big head of hair around and glared at Fred. “And thank you for that.”

Fred looked helplessly at George.

“Rather you than me, mate,” George said.

It really was the best day ever.

Olivia Trinidad Arias and George Harrison during the Dark Horse Tour, 1974, from the BRAVO archives.

“[George Harrison] was also just falling in love with Olivia, who later became his wife. He really spent a lot of time with her. We just didn’t tend to see him all that much.” - Robben Ford, Ultimate Classic Rock, 7 February 2013

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“[George] seemed so happy in those days, especially when he was with Olivia. I was surprised to see how affectionate he was with Olivia, holding hands, heads touching as they talked, snuggling up next to her at every opportunity. […] I liked Olivia […] But I was jealous of George’s attention to her. […] Olivia was his new love, and he was clearly head over heels, spending all his spare time with her and creating a little invisible wall that separated them from the rest of us.” - Chris O'Dell, Miss O'Dell: Hard Days and Long Nights with The Beatles, The Stones, Bob Dylan, and Eric Clapton [x]

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“I remember George [Harrison] couldn’t stop talking about her [Olivia Trinidad Arias] after he met her.” - Al Aronowitz, Column Sixty-Two, 1 August 2001 [x]

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“Olivia came into the picture at just the right time, a crazy, dark time. She is a strong person, and when he fell for her we all agreed that was a good thing. It wasn’t good for him to be on his own, and without her things would have got worse.” - Jim Keltner, Mojo, November 2014 [x]

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“I just went on a binge [after splitting up with Pattie], went on the road… all that sort of thing, until it got to the point where I had no voice and almost no body at times. Then I met Olivia and it all worked out fine. There’s a song on the new album, ‘Dark Sweet Lady’: ‘You came and helped me through/When I’d let go/You came from out the blue/Never have known what I’d done without you.’ That sums it up.” - George Harrison, Rolling Stone, 19 April 1979 [x]

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Q: “Was it love at first sight?”
Olivia Harrison: “Pretty much. We felt it in our hearts from before we met. Even on the phone, we seemed to have some understanding, like you do when you meet the right person. And he was a charmer, such a charmer!” - The Sun, 2009 [x]

Bill Briggs (of The Remains), George Harrison and Neil Aspinall on the tarmac at Boone County Airport, Kentucky, prior to boarding their flight to St. Louis, Missouri, 21 August 1966.

Photo: Bob Bonis

“I remember smoking pot with George on the tarmac outside the plane. A big circle would form and someone would take out pre-rolled African pot with a cardboard filter inserted in the end. Good s***.” - Bill Briggs, Ticket To Ride: The Extraordinary Diary of The Beatles’ Last Tour by Barry Tashian

“He delivered and that, really, I think, you know, it really made the show  By having Ravi and myself,was one thing. But Bob just gave it that extra bit of class  - George Harrison, VH1 Yin/Yang interview with John Fugelsang, 14 May 1997

‘There’s a tribute going on I guess it’s next week over in England for George Harrison  There’s all kinds of people in it  I’m not sure who, but we can’t make it Just wanted to do this song in remembrance of George because we were such good buddies..’ - Bob Dylan 2002

“I really like George.” - Bob Dylan to Chris O’Dell. “Miss O’Dell: Hard Days and Long Nights with The Beatles, The Stones, Bob Dylan, and Eric Clapton”

Remembering George ♥ 1943-2001