An Ecstacy of Fumbling

Anouk Aimée by Sam Levin, c. 1960

A Virgin’s Sacrifice (1922) Dir. Webster Campbell

me leaving the function

“They were terribly funny and terribly sweet, and they invited me to stay on the road for their last three or four concerts. My tour was over, so I went with them — as I think anybody would have. You know, packed everything and whoopty-do, off we went. I saw all the inner workings: how you climb into Volkswagen buses and then send the limousine out to be beaten to death by loving fans. All those things. I was fascinated.” - Joan Baez interviewed by Kurt Loder, Rolling Stone (April 14, 1983) “[I first met The Beatles] when they were in Red Rocks, I think it must have been 1964 [August 26, 1964]. […] [I was told] ‘Miss Baez, the Beatles want to meet you’ and I thought I could have died. I never have had stage fright about meeting anybody. […] The one consistent thing is that they were all terribly funny, always, all of them. Wisecracking, wisecracking, wisecracking — really funny. […] [On that last tour in 1966] I think they were beginning to grow up, which also means break up for a lot of people. I can’t imagine trying to last with three people in your life, which is what the public wants. When I say grow up, they went on to different kinds of musical creativity. They had to get out of that scene — that was the bobbysoxer scene. That was just emphasis on screaming and yelling and stardom and crashing limousines. They were more talented than that. They had more work to do.” - Joan Baez, interviewed for Tomorrow Never Knows: The Beatles’ Last Concert “George and Joan Baez are good friends, and George sought out Joan as he walked and waved and smiled, and since I was standing with her, he waved my way too.” - Rochelle Reed, reporting from The Beatles’ Dodger Stadium concert, KRLA Beat (September 24, 1966)

He almost never slips. He won’t let you see the depths of his pain if he can help it. But you can see something is wrong, in his eyes, in the microexpressions he can’t quite hide.

Photos by Peter Simins

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