she's my moral guide, she does nothing at all

it's very important to me when he does this

Watching Paul McCartney interviews from the 80s is such an exquisitely fraught job, because he is so careful. He holds his face a certain way, carefully, bitterly, trying to remember all the right places to emote. And all the time he looks a bit like a wax boy who’s been held to flame, prematurely aged, dissociating.

"In Montreal, a French-Canadian separatist group with Nazi undertones announced its intention to assassinate Ringo in the mistaken belief that he was Jewish based on the shape of his nose. The only actual Jew in the tour-party [Brian] had little time to feel the secondhand slur while hurriedly organizing extra security for Ringo, who played that night with an armed guard seated beside him and a large cymbal angled to deflect possible gunfire."

John Lennon running into Cavendish in 1967 dressed like he’s about to officiate a lesbian wedding.

george looking a little too much like an entity from a piece of lost media footage today