Sunday , June 13, 2010
Beatles Photo of the Week: Smiley Sweaty Summer Beatles!
LJ: Hello! My name is John Winston Lennon, and I'm having a great day. Such a very great day! The kind of very great day that makes you want to play electric organ with your elbows. It's so hot outside. I'm sweating profusely. I'm wearing a Sheriff's badge. I'm dressed very differently from how I've been dressing for the past few years- I used to always wear black suits and grey suits, with neckties, but today I'm wearing this khaki kind of military thing; I'm pretty into it. My life is so confusing right now. I used to be this good-for-nothing no-goodnik, and all my "friends" thought I would end up little more than an alcoholic bum. Boy, did I show them! Except Paul. Paul believed in me. Paul- he's this other guy, who's in my band with me. That's what I do. I'm in a band. We're playing a concert, for 55,000 people, right now, at this exact second. It's August 15th, 1965. My relationship with Paul is confusing. It's one of the most confusing aspects of my whole confusing life. Paul and I used to sit in corners at parties and ignore everybody else. We're really compatible humans: a Gemini, and a Libra. But these days, he's starting to annoy the fuck out of me. He's so adorable, and he knows he's so adorable, and, like, I don't even want to be adorable! At all! I think it's gay to be adorable. But then I see Paul, this guy, my friend- we write songs together- being so adorable, and it makes me angry. It makes me want to be adorable too, just because of this creeping desire that informs every move I seem to make these days, to out-cool Paul. Fuck. Paul. Whatever. It's today, and I like today. It's sunny out, and I'm the Literary Beatle. That's so much cooler! Than being the Cute Beatle. Right? Is it? It is. Today, I'm going to ignore Paul. Today, I'm going to focus my attention on George. Look at this guy! This guy, George, he's in my band with me too. This guy is not half bad. He's non-threatening. He's less adorable than Paul, and less literary than me. He's basically the Perfect Beatle, in my opinion. Do you think he likes me better than he likes Paul? I'm kind of getting that vibe from him, the "liking John" vibe. This guy, George, I want this guy on my side. That's what I'm going to do. Tonight. Later on. First, I'm going to finish playing this concert. I'm going to play piano with my elbows, and I'm going to make George feel included. We'll be a cool little team, George and I. I'll make him laugh, with this elbowey pianoey schtick of mine. And then the show will be over, and I'll take a shower. Smoke some pot, drink a beer. Maybe I'll have a bite to eat. "Egg and chips," perhaps. And then I'll take George aside. We'll have a ciggy on the balco. "Don't you think Paul's a bit cutesy?" I'll ask, "A bit gay? A bit megomaniacal? A bit, er, annoying?" And George, George, this kid George, this great, great kid, this Pisces- he'll say "Yeah." "Yeah, I do," he'll say. And that's the best decision I could make, I think. That's how I'm going to play it, this "being in the Beatles" deal. I'm going to get George in on hating Paul with me. Yes. Yes! I am confident that this will guarantee a fun and non-dramatic "being in the Beatles" experience for us all. Great. Great thinking, John. I'll do that. But first, I'm going to scream. And then, I'm going to play piano with my elbows.
LIZ: Hi, I'm James Paul McCartney. In addition to being adorable, I sometimes look like this. Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself: I am large, I contain multitudes. And look there - I just quoted Walt Whitman! How's that for "literary"? Also if we were ever going to team up for party games, Ringo and I would totally kick John and George's asses at Charades and Squeak Piggy Squeak, albeit mostly due to our sheer enthusiasm for the sport of it all. Just one of the many upsides of being perpetually out-cooled, you know.
Tags: adorability, Geminis, George Harrison, John Lennon, John/George relationship dynamic, Libras, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, Shea Stadium, Squeak Piggy Squeak, summertime, Walt Whitman
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genius! as always.
and liz, that is the grossest photo of paul mccartney i have ever seen. it even made me gag a little. how is this possible?!! i need to lie down now.
By danielle on March 8, 2010 4:28 PM
lie down, danielle! i do kinda dig his shirt, though, i have to say...
By Liz
on March 8, 2010 4:43 PM