The rant to end all rants…
I didn’t know what he wanted, until he said it was about Nico. I knew she was in London, but not until that moment did I have any idea that she was staying at Paul McCartney’s house. So I went over there, and he showed me the house, and then he said, ‘You know I have Nico here, I invited her to stay here about two weeks ago; she had no money and I just thought it was for a few days, and she had nowhere else to go. I like her and she’s very nice, but I have to ask her to leave and I don’t know how to do this, and I thought since you’re here, and you’re her manager, maybe you could do that.’
Paul Morrissey, quoted in Linda McCartney: The Biography by Danny Fields
Martha My Dear, January 10, 1969: George had quit the Beatles earlier that day, but the remaining three Beatles, in uncomprehending shock, carried on without him, though most unproductively. Yoko, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of the day’s events, begins to vocally improvise while Paul’s pounding out (of all things) “Martha My Dear,” and while John’s in the middle of an uncharacteristically serious conversation with Let It Be film director Michael Lindsay-Hogg. As Yoko moan-calls John’s name, Lennon—whether out of irony or genuine annoyance—plays the henpecked husband with an ear-splitting shout in response: “WHAAAAT!?!?” That very moment could be the absolute low point of the whole Get Back madness.
John Lennon’s Letter to Todd Rundgren, Melody Maker 1974
AN OPENED LETTUCE TO SODD RUNTLESTUNTLE (from dr winston o’boogie)
Couldn’t resist adding a few “islands of truth” of my own, in answer to Turd Runtgreen’s howl of hate (pain.)
This slideshow, oh god.
Crying hysterically is such an essential part of the Paul McCartney in Concert experience…