But their trip to the Philippines ended in a riot and their last tour of the U. Not only were the Beatles constantly frightened, but they suffered from working in vast ball parks, which they could no longer sell out. When the Beatles reached Memphis, they received an anonymous phone call warning them that they would be killed during the course of their two shows at the Mid-South Coliseum. During the evening show, firecrackers were thrown on the stage. The Beatles reacted instantly, turning to John, half expecting to see him drop dead.
They made their decision to quit the stage despite the enormous and unending pressures brought to bear upon them by both their advisers and their fans. The truth is that they had no commitment to the stage. The rock hero must be like a lion tamer who every time he enters the cage is prepared to impose his will upon the will of the beast.
It was in this will to command that the Beatles were most deficient. They were charmers in an arena where only power is respected. Far from becoming rock gladiators, they became rock mannequins, standing out in some vast and hysterical arena, immobile, inaudible, almost invisible. Born to play it cool in a cool medium, they now took their stand where they belonged, before a studio mike, where they exercised all the virtuosity and authority that the arena performer exhibits before the mob.
The first practical effect of their decision to stop touring was that, released from the yoke of obligatory performance, they flew off in different directions. In the fall of George and his wife, Patti, went for the first time to India, where they met Ravi Shankar and received a mantra from the Maharishi Yogi. Paul and equipment handler Mal Evans took a sight-seeing trip through East Africa.
One night, half-crazed after a sleepless three-day run on the drug, he stepped out of his black Cooper-Mini and made for the Indica Gallery, where he had been invited to see a show by a screwball Japanese artist named Yoko Ono. When Yoko had met her first Beatle, Paul, she told him that she was collecting manuscripts for a forthcoming publication by John Cage that would reproduce examples of scores by all the great contemporary composers commencing with Stravinsky and concluding, she hoped, with the Beatles.
Though her pitch was perfect, Paul was not about to hand over any of his manuscripts to this pushy little stranger. Instead, he suggested — not without a certain malicious humor — that she would fare much better with his mate John, who was very keen on anything avant-garde. When the famous night — Wednesday, November 9, — rolled around, Yoko was laying for him. Shown the door, she took to hanging out in front of the building with the Apple Scruffs, the young girls who spent every night, even in the coldest weather, camping outside the studio in the hopes of seeing a Beatle or exchanging a greeting.
One night, when John and his wife Cynthia stepped into the backseat of their limo, Yoko threw herself between them. Yoko took advantage of the opportunity to plant a ring, which she could return later to reclaim.
He was accustomed to being the prey not the hunter, yet most of the women who had chased him had been types he scorned: groupies, show girls, whores, and little fans sent up to his suite like a steak from room service. Never in all the years since his passionate affair with Cynthia in art school had he been in love or even seriously involved with a woman.
Clearly, John Lennon was a man upon whom Yoko could work her spell. It was like finding gold. Could also be a mother.
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A business meeting, they said it was. In those first days, before John left Cynthia, he and Yoko used to do their courting, to put it politely, in the back of the car while I was driving them around. Though the public assumed the leading men of the Beatles enjoyed a close personal relationship, this had never been the case.
The more passive and withdrawn Lennon became, the more active and engaged grew his rival, Paul McCartney. By November , when the Beatles began laying down tracks for the album that became Sgt.
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He conceived the idea, wrote at least half the songs, ran the recording sessions, supervised the mixing, and arranged for the precedent-making package. John Lennon was so graveled by this tour de force that he complained bitterly that Paul had gotten the upper hand by employing the tactics of the fait accompli.
Pepper was like that. All the boys but Paul were numbed by this unprecedented ordeal. Seven hundred hours of studio time were logged from November to March The basic problem was the simple fact that the Beatles had set out to make an album that would extend the frontiers of pop recording without first gaining access to a studio that represented the current state of the art. Constructed in , it was hopelessly out of date from a technical standpoint.
The control board was so crude that just to do a routine playback, the engineers had to repatch the leads, a process that might take a half hour. The tape recorders were obsolete four-track machines. To picture the Beatles during the creation of what is universally regarded as the ultimate masterpiece of the rock age, you must imagine them sitting about in odd corners of a vast and dreary space, like stagehands during a performance of The Twilight of the Gods.
Most of the time they were idle, whiling away the hours in pastimes like playing chess or cards, drinking tea or eating beans on toast or chatting with their childhood friends or cronies from Liverpool. A monument to the Sixties, the album glows with the excitement of an age that felt it had the whole world at the tip of its knob-turning, pill-popping fingers.
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Sarah Kernochan, later winner of an Academy Award for co-producing Marjoe, recalled that on her second night as a waitress at the club, the Beatles appeared. That was the way Swinging London togged out at the time. John was completely engulfed with girls. He was just cramming them in his face.
Now he seemed a different man. Indeed, everybody commented on how much John had changed.
Sit down. Actually, it was not so much acid as it was the enormous quantity of the drug that Lennon consumed that wrought this remarkable change. At the peak of his acid addiction John was consuming LSD at a rate that blows a man clear off the charts of the known drug world. The cover for the move was provided by the Monterey Pop Festival, to which the Beatles sent a camera crew even though they knew the film rights had been purchased by an American company.
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When the filmmakers returned to London after their apparently futile journey, they were carrying in their airtight lens cases a large quantity of a clear fluid of unimaginable potency. By late June John Lennon had standing on the shelves of his sun-room two pint- sized bottles of nearly pure lysergic acid. In February the Beatles flew from England to India to join the maharishi at his ashram.
At the Meditation Academy there were 70 Westerners, most of them rich old ladies from Sweden because the maharishi had a center at Malmo, as well as some pretty girls from California and several pop stars: Donovan, Mike Love of the Beach Boys, and Mia Farrow, who was recovering from her brief marriage to Frank Sinatra. John loved the academy because it offered him all the things he craved: privacy, protection, an absence of demands, and an atmosphere highly conducive to mental tripping.
Somewhat streamlined - clocking in at pages - compared to the earlier two, it still gave the impression there are details or bits of information presented that were not previously mentioned in the other books. The decidedly unglamorous parts include Lennon screwing around without pause during his first marriage, which coincided with the Beatlemania explosion; once striking his first wife in jealous anger; and a heroin addiction dragging him down circa It's not quite overwhelmingly thorough about Beatles lore, but that can be found in other tomes.
Yoko Ono comes under fire multiple times. Refreshingly, however, it's not in the tiresome 'she's responsible for breaking up the Beatles' angle that is championed by some Fab Four fans. Many would agree the group was naturally heading towards a split starting in '67 or ' Connolly seems to takes issue with her acting in a stalker-ish or pervasive nature to first make a connection with Lennon in the mid's.
The author makes a pretty good case for it. I don't necessarily agree with all of Connolly's opinions - not that he was asked, but he refers to songs 'Ticket to Ride' as "miserable" and 'Paperback Writer' as "not one of their best. Still, by the end it felt as if Connolly's work was a very thorough and intriguing portrait of the man. View all 6 comments. I couldn't help but grab a copy while I was doing my Xmas shopping yesterday what's a girl to do. Mar 11, Loretta rated it it was amazing Shelves: biographies , favorites , five-star-reads , myreading-challenge , the-beatles , john-lennon.
Enjoyable walk down memory lane! I've read so many books on The Beatles and their solo careers, that there isn't much I don't know about them as a group and as individuals. This book was very enjoyable for it brought back many happy memories!
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In addition come scores of memoirs by friends, associates and exes, and explorations of every episode and facet you care to name — the Beatles and religion, when the Beatles met Elvis, the FBI and John Lennon — and even the odd critique of their music. John was not merely in love with Yoko, but mesmerised. The scars never faded.
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Despite his intelligence and a middle-class home, teenage John was a troublemaker at school, and lazy with it, leaving without qualifications. He was similarly idle at art school, interested only in girls and the nascent Beatles, into which he inducted his friend Stuart Sutcliffe, a talented painter but no musician.