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John Lennon, Yoko Ono and Sean Lennon, Asama Mountain, Japan, 1977🎍🎍🎍

📸Nishi F Saimura

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he would've loved to use the 🙃 emoji passive-agressively

MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR (1967) dir. The Beatles

john on vacation in bermuda : june 1980 𖤓

“Paul and George always ganged up on people. Like Stuart. They could get pretty bitchy.”

-John Lennon

1974 - Mick Jagger and Bebe Buell, visitors at the door of John Lennon and May Pang’s New York City apartment at 434 East 52nd Street. The sign above the door was an old street sign May saved when the city was changing signs from porcelain to aluminum.

Birthday surprise

…my twenty-first birthday…

After dinner, I was happy on sake, and Mick [Jagger] told me we were going to visit a friend. We hopped a cab to an apartment building on Sutton Place, an exclusive neighbourhood in the East Fifties, famous for housing, among other, Greta Garbo. When we got inside the building, the River House, which overlooks the East River, there was a man standing at the foot of the stairs, and he snapped a Polaroid of us. It wasn’t until he took the camera away from his face and said in an unmistakable Liverpudlian accent, “How are you mate? This must be the birthday girl” that I knew I was meeting John Lennon. Mick is always portrayed as the flamboyant, selfish womanizer, the perpetual devil, but he really is a sweet, caring man. As I followed him into the apartment John was sharing with Mai Pang, I was so moved, I was concentrating on not bursting into tears.

John was in his “lost eighteen months” period, and he seemed to be in great shape. He sang “Happy Birthday” to me on an acoustic guitar, followed by a bunch of other songs. It seemed to be that John was trying to escape from reality. I thought he was trying to have as much fun as he possibly could. (New York, 1974)

From “Rebel Heart: An American Rock ‘n’ Roll Journey,” by Bebe Buell with Victor Bockris (St. Martin’s Press, 2001)

Photo published in May Pang’s book, Instamatic Karma. Scan by Lynn Mayes.

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October, 1973: John sings his own brittle, crooning rendition of ‘Be My Baby’ by The Ronettes. (Note: The number was originally recorded for - but left off of - John’s Rock ‘N’ Roll LP. It was eventually released on the unauthorised Roots LP. This is an alternate rough mix of the track.) 

and yet the mic was not the thing that hurt george the most in get back pt 1

Bob Dylan is really such a funny dude to exist. you’re a teenager who’s really obsessed with this one folk musician. ok. normal. then you hear said folk musician is in the hospital and what do you do? drop out of college and travel all the way from minnesota to new york to see him. and while you’re there you might as well become a folk singer yourself. okay sure. you sound a little weird but damn can you write. you get signed to a record label. record an album. does pretty well. record another album. does really well. now you’re famous. you go on tour in the uk. you sing at the march on washington. you release another album, and another. you’re the spokesman for a movement, for a generation. you’re a poet. you’re a golden child. thing is, you hate all that. so you learn electric guitar and everyone else hates all that and boos you and you cry but who cares? they can keep booing you, you’re still bob dylan. you keep going with this electric thing. someone calls you judas but at least you’re not christ. oh yeah and you’ve been on and off with the second most famous folk singer of your generation. well that’s over now. you marry someone else. you get in a motorcycle accident. finally a fucking break. you don’t appear in public again until woody guthrie (remember woody guthrie?) dies and you perform at his memorial concert. you change up your musical style. you make friends with george harrison. you’re not getting good reviews but who cares? youre bob dylan. you act in a film. sure. you go on tour again. you’re having problems with your wife. you go on tour again but this time it’s this vaudeville thing and everyone’s on drugs. joan baez is there in drag as you. you make this weird, bad, half-improvised film where you’re there with your ex and your wife. everyone has signed up for these psychological mind games and no one wins. you convert to evangelical christianity. everyone hates it. you drop it. you release some of your most negatively reviewed music. you form the greatest supergroup of all time. great. you have a resurgence in popularity. even better. you get a nobel prize. you don’t even show up to claim it. you’ve been considered one of the greatest musicians of all time for sixty years. they make a movie about you. it stars one of the biggest actors of the day. and now over sixty years after you dropped out of college and traveled to the east coast, people are writing fanfic of you getting topped by johnny cash.