George Harrison and Ringo Starr talking about filming Help! (1965) in The Beatles Anthology (1995)
George: We had fun in those days [...] It's difficult when four people all have to say lines, you know, one behind the other, and, you know, if one person forgets it, you've got to start again, and then the next person'd forget his lines, and we did some scenes... the scenes that were in Buckingham Palace, in Help... (laughs) we were doing that scene for days... you know, where they put some, there was some pipe with some red smoke comes through, you know, and we shove it out the window and all the guards fall over... that scene, it just went on forever, you know, and we were just in stitches, just in hysterics, laughing. And we pushed Dick Lester I think to the limit of his... because he was very, very easy-going, he was a pleasure to work with
Ringo: There's one scene in the film, where Victor Spinetti and whoever else was in the scene, and they're doing that curling... you know, those big stones they do... and one of them of course has a bomb in it! We find out about this, 'oh, it's gonna blow up', and we have to run, we have to run away... Well, Paul and I ran about seven miles... (laughing)... we just ran, and ran, so we could stop and have a joint, and come back. We were just off! You know, we'd run to Switzerland.
john on vacation in bermuda : june 1980 đ€
One night at Cavendish, Paul and I sat and drank scotch and Coke for so long that the first light of dawn started to appear as we were still putting the world to rights. âCome on, Al,â said Paul. âI need some fresh air. Letâs take Martha for a walk.â We were pretty relaxed but we werenât drunk. Martha leapt up from the rug by the fire and Paul and I piled into the DB6 and he drove us the half mile or so to the foot of Primrose Hill. We left the car outside London Zoo and went through the fence up the hill. It was very muddy at the bottom and Paul looked at my footwear and laughed, âSo much for the man with the shiny shoes.â We enjoyed the spectacular view in the first light of dawn. There was a real freshness in the air as Martha hurtled off in all directions in search of sheep or, better still, bones, and Paul and I enjoyed a few stolen moments of the day before the rest of London woke up. At 5.00am there was so little traffic noise that we could hear some early morning noises from the occupants of the zoo. It was chilly in the breeze that rustled the kites stuck up in the trees. Paul and I kept strolling around enjoying the experience and keeping warm. âLook at that dawn,â said Paul in a whisper. âHow anybody can say that there is no such thing as God, or some power bigger than us. If you stand and look at that sky, you know there must be more to life than we can comprehend âŠâ We were totally absorbed in the sights and sounds of the universe in front of us, as if we were the only men in an abandoned city. Then, suddenly behind us, a stranger appeared. He was a middle-aged man, very respectably dressed in a belted raincoat and he appeared to have come out of nowhere. One second Paul and I were alone, straining to see which direction Martha would come bounding back from, and the next, this man was there. He said, âGood morning,â politely. âMy name is John.â Paul said, âGood morning. Mineâs Paul. This is Alistair and thatâs Martha the dog,â as our four-legged friend returned swiftly. John said, âItâs lovely to meet you. Isnât this wonderful?â and he walked away. Paul and I looked at each other and I said, âGod, that was peculiar.â I looked round and there was no sign of the man. The stranger had completely disappeared from the top of the hill as if he had just vanished into thin air. There was nowhere for him to go, yet he had just evaporated. Paul and I both felt pretty spooked by this experience. We both thought something special had happened. We sat down rather shakily on the seat and Paul said, âWhat the hell do you make of that? Thatâs weird. He was here, wasnât he? We did speak to him?â âSure. He was here only seconds ago,â I said. âLetâs go home,â muttered Paul. Back at Cavendish, we spent the rest of the morning talking about what we had seen and heard and felt. It sounds just like any acid tripperâs fantasy to say they had a religious experience on Primrose Hill just before the morning rush hour, but neither of us had taken anything like that. Scotch and Coke was the only thing we had touched all night. We both felt afterwards that we had been through some sort of mystical experience, yet we didnât care to name, even to each other, what or who we had seen on that hilltop for those few brief seconds.
(Alistair Taylor, With the Beatles, 2003)
John: Whoâs the fool on the hill, Paul? Paul: John.
(Get Back sessions, January 14th, 1969, Twickenham Film Studios)
John Lennon & Paul McCartney in Amsterdam, Netherlands | 6 June 1964 © David Magnus
October, 1973: John sings his own brittle, crooning rendition of âBe My Babyâ by The Ronettes. (Note: The number was originally recorded for - but left off of - Johnâs Rock âNâ Roll LP. It was eventually released on the unauthorised Roots LP. This is an alternate rough mix of the track.)Â
Throwback to when the John Lennon Instagram account (probably Sean) posted this very obvious series of photos captioned by the lyrics to In My Life, making it very clear who the song is about:
Paul McCartney and John Lennon in Get Back
i dont think ill ever experience anything as profoundly humiliating as finding john lennon attractive. i can never mention it to anyone irl because they would rip me to shreds for it. and they would be right in doing so.
âWhen we were kids, George [George Harrison] and I used to hang out and we had, we had one little party piece which was to show that we weren't stupid, so we used to do this thing by Bach that was our own little version of it, and we got it wrongâ
- Paul McCartney
George Harrison: Living in the Material World (2011) | Nowhere Boy (2009) Â Â Â Â Â George was just too young. He looked even younger than Paul, and Paul looked about ten, with his baby face. â John Lennon, The Beatles AnthologyÂ
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