every day google gets more evil. ⤵️

reporter: I noticed the two married men are sitting together and [inaudible]

"John habitually left his top shirt button undone and his tie crooked; often before they went onstage, in an almost wifely—or motherly-gesture, Paul would stand him still and do up the button for him."

beatles blog: #mclennon

op: someone tagged this with mclennon. like john lennon and paul mccartney. like the beatles.

guy who only reblogs discourse and photos of the weirdest looking white man you've ever seen: people are shipping the beatles????

(“and in the end he chose me” has been looping in my brain all day so let me just indulge myself for a second here)

it’s just so…..….…..idk. like, okay, john loved music, but it was never the whole thing for him. it was a means of purging something big and messy that he was desperate to express, but that outlet might’ve taken any other form. in spite of his immense talent, john could (did) walk away from music, and there were certainly times he seemed to resent it.

for paul, it really seems as though music is the whole point. it’s his trade and his language and his internal navigation system. he writes songs like other (normal) people breathe— compulsively, almost involuntarily. since he got started (70!? years ago) he’s never stopped cranking them out, and I don’t think he could stop if he wanted to.

even so, it was john who pulled paul into Everything with his ultimatum. john was the literal prerequisite for paul’s commitment to something that grows from the very core of him. like, paul finds music in his dreams and brings it out into the waking world, and still he wouldn’t devote himself to it. but he could choose john.

and then look what they did! they articulated things with and for each other that neither would’ve done alone. john pulled something out of paul’s soul, and that thing served as a vessel to hold the chaos that came pouring out of john. and then they changed the world with it.

I just keep coming back to the idea that music was inevitable for paul. but this life, this version of it, only happened because john was standing at the door and saying, “come on then.” and so paul went.