Even when they weren’t in the same room, they were writing Lennon-McCartney songs.
Even after they broke up, they kept bouncing songwriting ideas off each other, aiming answer records at each other. They gave each other no peace. That friendship followed them around their whole lives. I love the story John’s limo driver tells — it’s 1980, John is in the back of the car, listening to the radio, really enjoying this new hit song called “Coming Up,” wondering who the singer is. Then suddenly he says, “Fuck a pig, it’s Paul.” They couldn’t get away from each other.
Rob Sheffield, Dreaming Of The Beatles: An Interview With Rob Sheffield, Los Angeles Review of Books, 12th August 2017.
The Beatles meet Elvis on the 27th August 1965 at Elvis’ mansion at 565 Perugia Way, Bel Air, Los Angeles. Elvis is in the red shirt in the second photo, Priscilla wears a white dress.
“We met Elvis Presley at the end of our stay in LA. We’d tried for years to, but we could never get to him. We used to think we were a bit of a threat to him and Colonel Tom Parker, which ultimately we were. So although we tried many times, Colonel Tom would just show up with a few souvenirs and that would have to do us for a while. We didn’t feel brushed off; we felt we deserved to be brushed off. After all, he was Elvis, and who were we to dare to want to meet him?”
“Meeting Elvis was one of the highlights of the tour. It was funny, because by the time we got near his house we’d forgotten where we were going. We were in a Cadillac limousine, going round and round along Mulholland, and we’d had a couple of ‘cups of tea’ in the back of the car. […]
“Anyway, we were just having fun, we were all in hysterics. […] We pulled up at some big gates and someone said, ‘Oh yeah, we’re going to see Elvis,’ and we all fell out of the car laughing, trying to pretend we weren’t silly: just like a Beatles cartoon.”
“It was very exciting, we were all nervous as hell, and we met him in his big house in LA - probably as big as the one we were staying in, but it still felt like, 'Big house, big Elvis.’ He had lots of guys around him, all these guys that used to live near him (like we did from Liverpool; we always had thousands of Liverpool people around us, so I guess he was the same). And he had pool tables! Maybe a lot of American houses are like that, but it seemed amazing to us; it was like a nightclub.”
I remember, as we went out to our limousines, John put on his Adolf Hitler accent and shouted: 'Long live ze king.’ Also, John said, as we got into our limousines: 'Elvis was stoned.’ George Harrison responded very quietly: 'Aren’t we all?’
They tried to make light of it and not show too much adoration for their idol, but Elvis Presley was their idol and one of the prime influences of The Beatles’ music.
Remembering Brian Epstein, 50 years after his death. (19th September 1934 – 27th August 1967).
“Brian Epstein is so crucial. Right up to the weekend he died, the four Beatles were closer than ever. Even when they weren’t working, they still wanted to spend all their time together. (Like John said in 1967, in Hunter Davies’s The Beatles: “We have met some new people since we’ve become famous, but we’ve never been able to stand them for more than two days.”) Yet as soon as Epstein died — only 32, while all four lads were away, spending their holiday weekend together in Wales with the Maharishi — they couldn’t figure out how to get along anymore. Nobody could replace him emotionally. So strange to think how young he’d still be today, in a world that is completely different because he made everybody else fall in love with his Beatles fantasy.”
[Rob Sheffield, Los Angeles Review of Books, 12th August 2017]
Brian pictured for the Evening Standard newspaper on the 27th July 1964 at his home, the top floor flat of Whaddon House, William Mews, London. Brian lived here from late 1963 until December 1964.
Thank you Brian for bringing us the world’s greatest band. You were gone too soon.
John and the boys were more than approachable on the sunny afternoon of August 26, 1965, as the Beatles enjoyed their rented house in the posh Benedict Canyon neighborhood of Los Angeles. I was lounging by the pool with them when we all heard a scream. Suddenly, a small body lunged over the retaining wall and fell not far from Ringo’s feet. Somehow or other, the little girl, mud and blood cake on her face, had managed to climb a steep hill in order to invade Beatlesville. Instead of dispatching her, which road managers Mal Evans and Neil Aspinall wanted to do, John calmly put his hand on her shoulder, whispered something in her ear, and used a towel and water to clean up her face. What happened in the next few minutes will remain one of my most priceless visual memories of John Lennon. He talked to her quietly, one-on-one, with an obvious sense of sincerity and true caring. I never heard a word he said, but this teenage stalker, humbled by gravity and a retaining wall, hurt inside and outside, broke into a toothy smile that would melt an ice cube on the spot. This was where John Lennon showed me the man inside the man.
_John Lennon; Paul McCartney and/e Ringo Starr; The Beatles;
United States/Estados Unidos; Los Angeles; Capitol Records Tower; Press conference/Entrevista coletiva;
August 26th 1966/26 de agosto de 1966.
George photographed at a press conference at the Kinnara School of Music, Ravi Shankar’s music school in Los Angeles on the 3rd August, 1967. The conference was to promote Ravi Shankar’s Hollywood Bowl concert, which was due to take place the following day.
Q: “I’d like to direct this question to George Harrison if I may.”
JOHN: (jokingly to George) “What’s your new address?”
Q: “George, before you left England you made a statement that you
were going out to America to be beaten up by Americans. Do you mean to
say in so many words that you feel the American fan is more a hostile
fan than Britain…”
GEORGE: “No! Not at all.”
Q: “…or more enthusiastic?”
GEORGE: “Actually I said that when we arrived back from Manila.
They said, ‘What are you gonna do next?’ and I said, 'We’re gonna rest
up before we go and get beaten up over there. Merely… Beaten up is…
Really we just got sort of shoved around.”
GEORGE: “Jostled around in cars and in planes, so you know, that’s all they did.”
Q: Well, do think think that’s more an enthusiastic fan than a hostile fan?“
GEORGE: "Uhh, there’s definitely more enthusiastic fans. We’ve, I think…”
PAUL: “But if anyone beat us up, it’s not the fans, you know.”
GEORGE: “Yeah. The fan thing… I think they proved it themselves
after this. We found out that there are a lot of the fans that are
great. And all the ones we lost, I think, we don’t really mind anyway.
Because if they can’t make up their minds… who needs 'em.”
Q: “I wanted to ask about your image. The image scrimmage. And
I’ll direct this to anybody. How has your image changed since '63? Is it
a little more… uhh… Is it the same, or…?”
GEORGE: “An image is how 'you’ see us, so you know, you can only answer that.”