ex-reformed mclennon truther

David Hockney was a friend and an incredible painter. I knew him during the 1960s and kept a friendship going until he died on Thursday, the 11th of June. He was very clever witty and fun to be with.

His paintings often gave off a feeling of great joy. Nancy and I enjoyed visiting his studios in California where we took a drive along Mulholland Drive which he made famous all over again in his sensational paintings.

Or in his London studio. The rooms were filled with paintings. Often some of the most recent pictures that he had done. He would talk about them and his very particular views on art. He felt that it was important to see correctly. He wasn’t a great fan of perspective and was always involved in inventing new ways to view the world. His many paintings, drawings, films and other media like iPad drawing he took readily to and mastered.

He was a serious Chain Smoker and believed it was everyone’s right to smoke like the days when he and I had been brought up in smoke filled rooms. We visited him once in Bridlington, Yorkshire. He met us at the train station and drove us to his house in a smoke filled car.

We will miss his fabulous personality, his laconic wit and his erudite views on how to look at the world.

Rest in peace, David. We love you.

Paul

A Bigger Interior with Blue Terrace and Garden (2017)

today i found out if you listen really closely to something you can hear paul singing along with georges guitar solo :')

Recording McCartney II

In 1979, I had the chance to meet Paul McCartney in his „Spirit Of Ranachan Studio“ in Campbeltown, Scotland, where he was working on his album „McCartney II“. He was very welcoming – he answered all my questions, played me some new demo tracks, showed me his instrument collection and told me how to operate a 16-track recording machine. I was very punk-influenced in those days and we had a little session in which I played his Mellotron with some prerecorded taped voice loops: „Hi George, morning Terry“, he used for the track „Check My Machine“.

the idea of ringo alone in his dressing room in the late 80s listening to early beatles music to hype himself up for thomas the tank engine