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My carrot got eaten by an Easter bunny 😮
Well she was pretending to be the Easter bunny, she had the ears and energy of a bunny 🥵
Trick or Treat - art by Don Lewis (c. 1965)
SHARON TATE photographed by GENE GUTOWSKI on their Christmas holiday in Italy, 25 December 1968.
shuffle your last playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your mutuals <3
lets do this!
No Sleep Till Brooklyn - Beastie Boys
California Songs - Local H
Dream A Little Dream Of Me - The Mamas & The Papss
Sympathy For The Devil - The Rolling Stones
The Chain - Fleetwood Mac
yeah, it's quite 60s/70s/90s. kinds funny actually
happy birthday jim morrison!
the cartoons and the movies have no wide-eyed gazes to look back at them. no light of day to shine across the dusty screen. abandoned life, abandoned dreams. left lonely and hidden beyond care. what does it all mean. in this ghost town.
-s's.
The Beatles !!!!
Amazing movie !!!!!
Vintage !!!!
Game changer
Jane Birkin with Pattie Boyd & George Harrison in 1968.
Question to all Rolling Stones fans interested in Brian Jones and his children.
In Paul Trynka's (great) book he mentions that Brian had a child before Simon (Barry David) with Valerie. The child was put up for adoption by the mother (called by the pseudonym "Hope" in the book) and Trynka doesn't mention if they were a boy or a girl.
Does anyone know anything about this child?
Brian never knew about his children Belinda and Barbara, but he knew of "Barry", Mark, Julian, and "Paul" (later John), and must surely have known of this first baby.
When Brian started with the Stones he mentioned to the other guys that he had "illegitimate sons" (I think), so maybe that's a clue towards them being a boy? Does anyone know of he ever mentioned how many sons he had when he met the band? They started in 1962 and by then Brian would only have known of the first baby, Valerie's son and his son Mark with Pat Andrews. So he'd know of three at that time.
By July 1964 Linda had her boy Julian with him. So if he mentioned sons then they would be four. Dawn Molloy's son "Paul"/John was born in either late 1964 or early 1965. So after 1965 he would know of five sons if the first baby was male.
If he ever mentioned a daughter before he passed then it's likely to be this baby or another completely unknown child since he never seems to have known of Belinda or Barbara.
Maybe one of the other Stones their partners mentioned something, I've been trying to look for interviews with Anita and Marianne for clues. Anita spoke A LOT about Brian over the years.
Wholesome repost for reaching 50 likes! (In terms of my fic Sacrifame, it's totally something Julia loves to do for Cyn). Thanks everyone💓
John Lennon and Paul McCartney humorously hiding Cynthia Lennon from photographers, February, 1964. — From the documentary "What's Happening! The Beatles in the U.S.A."
a long overdue hug for the Beatles (aka only way to get to Jules) - 𝙎𝘼𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎
My upload schedule sucks so I'm doing more drawings (yay, a chance to play with artstyles!)
This is a drawing of the short segment below from one of the parts of my fic "Sacrifame" which is called "Skipping Practice":
... “Let’s get packing then boys-” Ah, what are you doing, hey, no, we see each other every single day- You already hugged me today! “Oh, what is happening?” “Julia, we missed you so much!”, Geo no. “Can you be more active like today, please! Please!”, Ringo stop. “Julia…”, Paul finally decides to hug me, “my Julia…” “People, this is just for today. I’ll be sure not to mess up again, and I’ll come as John-” “No, don’t be away! Please! Don’t go to some place where we can’t reach you!”, what is this man, "Geo is right, we can’t reach John.”, Ritch is spilling bullshit- “We are exactly the same person.” “NO, YOU ARE NOT! John hates me!” “And you think I still love you?” Oh, Geo and Ritch didn’t know we had a fight. Fuck. “Lads. I promise I’ll be more active. Even as John, who has a big ego.” “Arrive on time please, that’s how I’ll see you care!” “Macca, I promise.” “Alright, Lenny.”, a bit too tight of a hug! We have to pack. Well, I’ll hug ‘em a bit more. ...
You can read it in full here.
If you want to read some other story within that fic just click here.
𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟑.
𝓨𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻… 𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝔂?
𝙎𝘼𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎
Mick Jagger’s Notebook
Writer’s block. Fuck me! Just as we were beginning to write nice bops, shit, we don’t click for several days and write absolute bullcrap while we're at it. Fuck this problem. And then, I fucking look over there at Parlophone and The goddamn Beatles are doing just swell! Lennon and McCartney lounging away their greedy and prissy asses, writing some new schlop the audience will like. They look like they always click!
“Fuck them.”
“Mick, don’t beat yourself up. They suck, but we could steal a trick or two from ‘em? Whatcha say?”
“Huh, not bad Richards.”
At least we function as friends. Maybe those two aren’t that friendly with each other outside the studio.
Whenever we visit, they are welcoming. Of course. They always act like they are bigger than us. Currently, yes, but in the future, I hope not.
Paul McCartney was fake one hundred percent of the time. He had that unnatural kindness that didn’t sit right with me. It looked like we were foremost rivals and enemies. Still, he was polite enough. I respect him. Though, he would get irritated by me, which I am extremely proud of, but never seemed to make a fuss about it. Wonder why?
Meanwhile, his more sincere and head in the clouds best friend, John Lennon, always told us where we stand. Sometimes he’d feel like helping us, sometimes he would tell us to “bugger off”, but Keith and I knew he meant it. He was patient with us and had a fascination with our attempts to get information from him.
The most important fact about them was that they really respected each other and did so many things together. And I need that with Keith, I need that thing that they do!
So I explained the situation to Lennon, because he was easier to talk to. With McCartney, it was much more work.
“Oh, so you and Keith cucked out-”
And I regretted it immediately.
“Because you are too afraid.”
He winked.
“Me and Paul aren’t afraid of the press that much.”
“Lennon, I don’t know if you’re messing with me! The Beatles are going with the “good boy” aesthetic. We are the “bad boys” here. Of course we have it harder. The press ain’t pretty.”
He chuckled some more.
“Are we really that good?”, he blurted out, “Or…”
“Give me throwaway advice at least. Not this shit.”
“Okay, Jagger, if ya want to!”, he joked.
“Tell me what you and McCartney do when you’re out of sync.”
“We take some time off and do something fun? Drink. Fun with our birds? Then get back to the studio and write. Simple as that. Take a break, Mick.”
I don’t want to take a break, he is saying that because he wants us to fail and for them to have the monopoly.
“Do you have a quicker fix?”
Lennon rolled his eyes and chuckled.
“Dunno.”
Then he got extremely serious, checking for something. He got close to my ear.
“Then sleep with each other, what can I say?”
“What the fuck, John?”
“You need that intimacy and truthfulness to yourselves? Then explore.”
He was on the brink of bursting from laughter.
I was dumbfounded.
“You know, only lovers can be in sync most of the time. If you really think Macca and I are trying to undermine you and are in sync all the time, then it could only mean that we’re queer.”
“You git!”, fuckin’ stupid joke making me laugh.
“And you know Macca, even though you know what rumor goes around for taller people’s peckers, he is packing-”, he said it disproportionately loud.
God, hahhahahaahhaah!
“You. You, Lennon, are getting on me nerves.”
“Oh, boohoo, the princess can’t take one single joke.”, he cracked a smile.
“Oh, I can take one, but can you take my pack?”
OH, FUUUUCK!
“No, Paul didn’t say what I think he did!”, I exploded into giggles. Wish the boys were here to hear this line of dialogue.
Lennon did not take that well. He was full of rage and defeat but… like always Lennon had a trick up his sleeve.
“Only with frosting and cherry on top.”
Now they were both angry, so in sync.
“Really, I thought you liked it raw?”, McCartney is in a good mood for a joke today. Fun. Their conversation had a clear story. Maybe Keith and I should try something similar.
“No, not really, Paulie, I like it safe and sound.”, he winked, “Whatever, I am not coming in anytime soon.”
Paul chuckled.
“They called you for tuning. Tried to find you, saw you hanging out with our fierce competition.”, and welcome back, McCart, glad to see you are once again barely acknowledging my existence.
“Not even a hello for the rival?”, I joked.
He rolled his eyes.
“Hello, Mick Jagger. Johnny, go.”
He chuckled.
“Go, Johnny, go!”, what an awful pun. Don’t know if Lennon’s or his are worse.
“Alright, princess.”, he disappeared into the studio.
As McCartney was about to tinker with some tech I interrupted him,
“McCartney, do you have some advice for getting in sync? Lennon told me some bull, so I am asking the straightman here.”
Paul laughed.
“The straightman, alright.”, is he willing to share with me some advice? Unusual.
“What did John tell you?”
“To fuck? That is what you two do!”
“Oh, that man is surely getting beaten up today.”, Paul was fuming, “Did he tell you something else or just fucked with you? I know very well how and when he likes to do- I’m setting up myself aren’t I?”
That was worth a chuckle.
“He told me to take a break.”
“And what great advice he gave you. We always do that.”, Paul looked proud for a second, “And he should’ve stopped fucking there!”
Can’t hear the word normally now.
“GOD! Get that picture out of your head, Jagger!”
“The princess doesn’t want to be stripped further.”, Lennon walks back in and continues the game.
“And you don’t want to be punished further.”, McCartney wasn't letting go. They were stubborn as hell.
“We are going in circles with this thing.”, Lennon noticed, “Mick, the two of us are very grateful for your fun with this topic, and now listen; you don’t need a Lennon or a McCartney to tell you what’s best. You have to, y’know-”
John grabbed me strongly by the shoulders.
“Feel it.”
“And think it through.”, Paul added.
“Concluding stuff in that way.”, John ended.
That’s a nice tip.
“That’s gear, thanks.”
“We’ll be going to the studio now. Got to get some shit recorded. Let’s go Paul, and bye rivaaaal!”, Lennon waved and went.
“Bye.”, McCartney followed him.
“Goodbye, Beat less.”
I heard a small whisper from McCartney, “We just helped our competition.”
“Let ‘em at it. They need to learn and grow. Then we wouldn’t have fun-”, and I got too far away.
They really look at us in that way, huh.
Keith and I took their advice to heart and it helped us a lot. We did our own thing. Took breaks sometimes. When we felt something we wrote it down. It really was that easy. And of course we “had to” thank the snide buggers for helping us. But, we wanted to add a little twist to it; mostly because of Lennon’s love for a good joke.
We two went into EMI to check on them. Harrison and Starr were in the studio as per usual. Harrison gave us some biscuits. He had three tins. Three tins.
“One is never enough when John or Ringo are near. Especially Johnny.”
“Still three fucking tins?”
“When you mention fucking, my dear Richards, I remember we had a session last night?”
“Who practices at-”, Starr questioned, “Oh, oh!”
Starr chuckled.
“You gits are lying!”, Lennon walked in.
“Why would sugarplum and I lie?”, Keith my brother.
“OH MY GOD, you madmen!”, Lennon giggled.
“Why would you do that?”, Harrison put away his biscuits.
“Him and McCartney do it? We wanted to thank you because of that. Worked like a charm.”
“John is a big goofball, you are fools for trusting his advice.”, Harrison ate a biscuit, “Want one, John?”
“Yeah.”, he bit the biscuit and talked with his mouth full, “Glad that worked out for you.”
“What happened?”, McCartney entered in a hurry, “We need to start recording.”
“Oh, they did it.”
“Richards and Jagger did what?”
“They explored each other.”
“OH MY LORD.”, Paul gasped, “Good for you.”
Thumbs up.
“Are you stupid? We wouldn’t do queer stuff. And you never denied doing that yourself didn’t you Lennon?”
“I don’t know Jagger, why would you want that to be true?”
Ooh, this is a new kind of self centered I haven’t encountered.
“Nice joke.”, McCartney clapped.
“Now, can you please get out and let us practice?”, Lennon panicked?
“Nervous?”, Keith asked.
McCart and Lennon were embarrassed. Starr and Harrison were begging us with their faces to end this mockery. We won!
“Stop that blasphemy, sugar plums and darlings, and tell us why you are here?”, Paul joked with us in a pleasant way.
“It really worked, the advice you gave us. Taking breaks and such. Thanks, Lennon. Had to give you something extra in return.”
“Oh, you nasty cunts!”, Lennon roared at us with glee, “That was fun.”
“Oh, for Lennon to say it was fun, must’ve been something.”, Keith commented.
I agree.
“That fool is quite easily entertained.”, McCartney scoffed.
“Of course, that’s why you are my songwriting partner.”
McCartney chuckled, “Yeah, to take care of your little messes, like this one.”
“No mess here.”, Keith simply said.
“Yeah, we aren’t a mess.”, I added.
“God… Why do I have to deal with you and Decca.”, McCart sighed.
And that was our cue to go. Not really fun when our rivals want to beat us, but literally. I would like to do that someday, but currently for our image, not anytime soon.
“Bye then The Schmeatles.”, I said.
“See you later, The Rooling Bones.”, Lennon greeted us.
Those two really are special in some way. Lenin and McCart. Funny. Two outlandish Liverpudlians writing good sounding pieces in five minutes. Well, we’ll get there faster for sure.
For now we should celebrate that we bested them in something for the time being. Maybe we are in sync but in a different way than them…
Rest of Sacrifame
𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟒.
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 𝓘𝓼 𝓢𝓮𝓽!
𝙎𝘼𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎
John’s Letters To Aunt Mimi
Dear Mimi,
We are in the bougie part of London, and we had such a lovely sunny March day (which is a lovely yet rare occurrence during springtime!) and we are making a motion picture. Can you believe it?! Yeah, I can’t either.
It’s fab as now people say because of us four! Gosh, I am so proud of them and me of course! Can’t forget about me!
Today was a long long day for shooting. We ultimately got nothing done… It was just a long train scene. We were all nervous. Imagine, even I, who is used to acting, got nervous. It’s a hard task to pull off a role taking upon another role. But it was fun. We had a great dinner afterwards. Georgie met this girl, and I think they will get together. You may very well have already seen the gal in a mag, Pattie Boyd, the model. She is cute, but not as beautiful as Twiggy or Doris Day or Grace Kelly. After the dinner I was a bit sad we didn’t get stuff done, but “my little friend” told me we will do better tomorrow, though I knew he was even more unsure than me. I told him “Paul if we fuck up, it’s fine, we still have each other.” Great words that. He lit up. And yeah, now I’m writing to ya… Aunt Mimi, I promise I’ll make ya proud, and make this film amazing!
Love ya lots,
John
Dear Mimi,
we’ve finally filmed the train scene. I got comfortable with the camera and was acting like never before. Even more macho, even more humorous, even more witty. Wish you could’ve seen me, oh YEAH ya will! They say that if we continue at this pace the movie will be released in early July! I can’t wait for you to see all of our lines and our playing and so much stuff!
To answer your questions. My boys and I are doing great and we are safe. They are not making us do stuff against our own will. We have a contract that prohibits tampering, at least that’s what Brian says. For the stores, I’ll promise I’ll go and check out some when I get the chance. I know how much you like it when I get new clothes and accessories… You just want me to enjoy things now and to spend the money I earn on fun things… Oh, Auntie. And to solve the next problem, I will take Paul with me. He has an eye for what fits me… He is my partner. I will take care of meself, I don’t always need the others or Paulie who you like to single out. Wish you could see how great the flats are!
Love ya lots,
John
Dear Mimi,
we got a free day! So I decided to go shopping like you told me! I found some great clothes and shoes and I can't wait for you to see ‘em. One of the clothes is a yellow checkered puffy dress with a rose emblem on it, then there is a cute red dress and the combination of a white shirt with black dots and a pencil skirt. I got red pumps and black heels too! That’s done. Paul helped me choose them, he is so stylish… He and the lads greeted you!
I’m glad you are doing well, I cannot believe I forgot to ask you! John’s doing! I’m so happy you have gone back to your hobby. I miss your hats. Can’t wait to get a new one. How are the other ladies? I hope you are talking to them, don’t get too lonely without me. Did you visit Mum? I hope you brought flowers for me too… It’s so unfair to both of us. I promise, when I come back I’ll keep ya company. I promise and you have this letter as proof I promised. I promise you as me, not my facade.
Love you,
your niece John
Dear Mimi,
everything is so bad. We are done “filming” all the scenes. Yay, I thought. But… Some scenes need to be redone. We have to “redub” some of our live singing. Why? I like it live! I love the studio but it is so stupid to dub live recordings… God, I am so frustrated. Brian and Paul don’t agree with George and me. Everyone thinks Brian is always right, well maybe he is, but this is a musical sin! They wanted to use our album recordings for it. The microphones were so bad they didn’t catch the “nuance of the Beatles playing”. What the hell are they talking about? We just strum. Still, I’m happy with the result we have currently though I am in a fight with Paul because of the stupid dubbing. Paul is so staunch on keeping his opinion, so stubborn! Well, John Winston Lennon is more stubborn than him! I’ll show him…
I am very glad the ladies are fine. You think of everything when you do something, Mimi. You even brought my favourite flower to bring her… You really are the greatest aunt. At these scumbags you would for sure scoff. They are so mean sometimes. And they smell bad. Money grubbing idiots. Not fit for a lady like you and Jules, but fit for me… Maybe I am filthy like them, John collects their filth… Julia remains clean. I wonder how clean can a person here be?
Love ya lots,
John
Dear Mimi,
I’m barely able to write this letter, my rock and roll finger is hurting! Jokes aside, I listened to your solution for my fight with Paul, much to my dismay. Before that I was always on edge to beat him up and to pout at Brian. I formulated to him that what I meant was for us four to ask the film director to film all the scenes with us playing again with more cameras and better sound proofing so that the music would be live and prove to Brian that me and Geo were right. He was intrigued to say the least and gave in, after me bothering him more and more. We went to the film director and as it turns out, he doesn’t have the budget! The goddamn Beatles motion picture doesn’t have the budget! I was fuming! Paul looked like he was expecting such a response. He got on my nerves again. Though, I won’t forget he supported me then, when I argued with the film director about the footage. “No, we don’t have enough film for that.” or “Sound proofing for our sets is quite expensive, and besides that clunky.” would be heard a dozen times. Then I would say, “But isn’t a studio supposed to be acoustic?”, and he would say, “But this is a movie, mister Lennon.”. That’s a new level of dumb. So I had my little revenge. I wouldn’t want our band to waste away, so I told them that we will play everything all over again to make a unique dub for the movie as a fuck you. Weirdly enough, Brian supported me. Even if the film director felt that that was unnecessary, how could you say no to the stars of the film who could pull out any moment? That is the reason my hand has cramps. Paul is annoyed with me because of this choice but he can’t say he didn’t enjoy making a different version. I plan, during the editing phase of the movie, for us four to go explore the place some more and relax. I owe them that much for putting them up to more work.
Lots of love,
John
Dear Mimi,
London is such a big place. Me and the lads went through the entire Hyde Park. I can’t believe I didn’t take the time to explore the city before this. The nature in the parks is wonderful and diverse. The architecture is beautiful and elegant. The Rose Garden in Hyde Park is my favourite place, maybe Paul and I could write some songs there. It’s quiet and romantic, perfect for a working atmosphere. Maybe I get too caught up in music making. Exactly why I don’t explore as much as I did before. I would love to do this with Cyn someday. Maybe Paul and I should take Julian out to play... You asked if I knew how Cyn and Jules were, and I write to tell you they are fine. Cynthia is taking up some art courses and teaching Julian how to count, he is so smart! He knows how to count to five already. Of course he is my kid. He is a bundle of sunshine, really brightens up Cyn’s day, she won’t shut up about him in her letters (and who can blame her, he is very cute and funny). I envy her sometimes, she doesn’t let art consume her so much. But what is an artist if not a complicated person with layers and addictions towards their work?
You made a hat for me! You spoiled the surprise. You know I love them! Well, I’ll try and forget it. Still, I wanted to ask if there is anything else that you wanted me to bring home? If not for you then for others? Wait, I am not falling into that hole. Gifts for others, not their requests, they are not my aunt.
Lots of love,
John
Dear Mary,
I don’t know how to feel about your last letter. I am making a difference out here and you still bother me about that small thing! Also, you really think I’m doing this for money? No. I’m doing this because there is no other way… Even if there is, that “sham” you are talking about is giving me a way to distance myself from my feelings and write something quite logical. Even though I think we are still subpar and I tell my band that all the time, I think we are on the right track to improve ourselves. The person you call “shameful” and “selfish” has helped create great bands and improved the lives of the other members. It hurts me you think that way about me and my ideas. You don’t even want me to bring stuff if I don’t let go of my ideas. Silly Mary. I’m not seventeen anymore. I am my own man person and I decide what I will or will not do. But your angry response has led me to question what I did, so thank you very much Mary. Do you wonder if I had waited just a little bit and enrolled somewhere else I could’ve been able to achieve the same thing without my idea? If I had… I dunno, enrolled into art school like Cyn and found some friends there? More similar to me… Well, like Paul but you know how. But, I don’t think it would’ve had the same impact as the Beatles. First it was all about fun, and it still is fun, but I would’ve had fun that way too. But now. Now, it’s about impact too. The movie is edited and ready to go. With it, we have reached the big screen. The influence is a burden but we could use it! We could do something with it! I could help people, Mary! All four of us can! We could be the mirror of the society, we could embody the opinion of our demographic! And we already do! We are the demographic! Maybe I sound powerhungry, but I think we don’t need to educate people, we need to make more people aware about the faults and struggles of society! Maybe I am on a high horse but you can’t deny the facts I have brought up. The Beatles CAN change something. They CAN do it. Just believe in me, Mary. Please, Mimi.
Love ya lots,
John
Jules
Julia
Yours truly,
J. V. L.
Rest of Sacrifame
𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟖.
𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓐 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓭 𝓐𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮
𝙎𝘼𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎
George’s Notes
We were in India. Another place. Far from home. Enjoying meditation. Having fun.
This was my passion! In 1966. I brought the sitar and Julia loved it! Or John. Whatever. She used it in her “Norwegian Wood”. I always liked to talk about Ravi to them whenever I got the chance and all of them knew how much I liked Indian culture. So this getaway to our “ideological savior” seemed like a great way to relax ourselves. And for me, a great way to attract the writing pair’s attention! They always put Ringo and me down, even when they don’t necessarily mean it.
But the most important thing to me is that we all cleared our heads. Ritch left first. I felt sad, he and I hang out a lot, so the fact of him leaving first hit hard. Also, I understood why he did, he had bad allergies and the food here was upsetting for him.
The two that were left gave me a hard time, each in their own way. They talked to each other from time to time. Haven’t seen them talk normally for a while. Paul would be prissy and make stupid comments, while John was unbearlably fucking around with the idea of the religion. Paul was a bit too conservative for this so he left next. He tried out all the things this place had to offer, and I must say, maybe he explored this place the best. Linda was fine too… She is a nice gal. Like Cynthia, who I had the biggest crush on for a very long time. She fit in fine, and only seemed to care about two things; relaxing and John. John decided to stay however long I wanted to stay. Of course, we are quite similar, she was starry eyed too. Pattie and I had a lot of fun together, just hanging about and talking about the most basic stuff. It became a lot quieter since Paul left. John made some jokes but her-or his-or goddamn it, I’ve known this for six years and still can’t get it right! John’s attention was elsewhere.
What I didn’t expect was that Cynthia and Pattie became close and started to hang out on their own leaving us two behind. This was the chance to sell to John my idea for songs. Although, John looked more spaced out than usual. Offhanded comments here and there. Something about the sun, or nature, or the feel of the wind. John got poetic fast. And now, John and I are sitting here, on the beach. “Geo, do you really believe this small guru?”, oh… This is serious. It’s not really John when it’s serious.
“Yes, why?”
“Hum.”, she took a biscuit.
“Julia, why do you say that?”
“I think he is doing some fraudulent activities. Paul found something while he was scavenging.”
“And you still trust Paul?”, oh no, she is mad. Or no… Dissapointed.
She chuckled.
“Geo, he is still my songwriting partner. And here you are.”
She handed me the paper. It had a complete description of some customers' orders and the amount they charge. There was the order and then a tipping mechanism where they took 50% from people.
“I felt like Maharishi was a good little guru. Always setting up people. Making you bite.”, what the fuck are you saying Lennon!
“Me? We all bit it!”
“You bit it first.”
“Lord, Jules… Could be fake for all I know, or could be I dunno repurposed.”
“George. I’m not exaggerating aaaaand I’m not letting you spend any more money on this SCUM.”
“I know how to handle money! Sometimes better than you! Always better than John!”
“You don’t involve John in this! This is about you!”, Julia.
“Jules, I am not that fifteen year old anymore! I’m twenty five! I can make the right decisions on my own!”
Julia was distraught. But I told her the truth!
“Look, I know you are responsible, sometimes even more responsible than I am, but you are naive! You think everything can be resolved-”
“OF COURSE IT CAN! Julia, you could’ve made it known at any moment that you are a woman and it wouldn’t matter! We are on the toppermost of the poppermost Jules! You wanted to be there, remember!”, think woman, think!
Julia got angry, but not Julia angry but John angry, which was much scarier.
“We are there because people presume we are all men! And you never know what problems would arise should I do that! What if I put myself in danger? No, you in danger! I still don’t know why we’re on top. I know people dislike some of our music and want to see us fail! Half of the time I think our music is pure shite that won’t last a fucking day after if we hadn’t had such good marketing!”
“You must really hate yourself, Julia, if this trip couldn’t get you out of your mindset.”
“Georgie. Was it ever a secret?”, Jules laughed.
That woman drives me insane. I… This whole trip, the reason John was spaced out was because Julia was monitoring what I do! Lord, John or Jules always kept tabs on me! And I wonder how sometimes I could be lucky that Brian didn’t find out something or that Paul didn’t shout at me. Julia had my back!
“Jules! You should let me fight for myself! Goddamn it! Fuck you! I… Can’t stand you sometimes. I can’t stand that you…”
Push me and want me to write more, sing more, play more? Then as John put me down and snuff out my confidence.
“I cannot let you fuck yourself up because of some unimprotant man and his cult! I can’t let anyone scream at you because of something stupid that happened. George, I do that for Ritch also, though Ritch doesn’t get into sticky situations that much.”
“Stop helping me in the worst possible way. I have to face the consequences! I have to see it for myself.”
“But what if you never figure it out?”, Julia hugged me, “What if you continue believing in your delusion and it costs you everything?”
“JULIA, that is the thing I’M TRYING TO TELL YOU!”, I hugged her.
“What?”
“You have to stop! Paul gave up on you. He married Linda, because he couldn’t marry you! You destroy yourself with drugs. You drift away more often.”
She was speechless.
“You hurt Cynthia, Ritch and I as John because of the stress and misuse of drugs! You are not yourself anymore.”
“You can’t say that you don’t use drugs too…”
“I don’t use them as much as you do. Our mommy’s death broke us. It broke you two the most.”
“Shut up, George.”
And here is John.
“John is becoming his own thing and I don’t think you can even see when you are the one or the-”
“JOHN ISN’T A REAL PERSON!”, he covered his mouth.
“He isn’t a person, he is just a device, an idea!”, he flailed his hands around.
“I can do everything and I don’t need your stupid advice. I came here to tell you and try to get you out of this cult, not to be lectured by some pussy.”
I sighed.
“George, I am going. Enjoy the view. I cannot anymore. I don’t even see properly without me glasses, so what did I even see in this place? Don’t think I didn’t get hopeful when I got here! I did. I was hopeful I would relax. I didn’t. I was scared half of the time someone would fuck up and with any interaction with Paul and other half of the time I was questioning this place. I am restless, and suppose I will be, for the rest of my life.”
“John, I told you what I meant. I am direct. Unlike you, just like Julia. I cannot watch you suffer any longer! I can’t watch people around me suffer! Just think about it! Just think!”
“I feel. I have to feel it’s right.”, John looked at me with teary eyes. Never seen Julia cry as John.
“Alright… I didn’t want to make you cry… Now it looks weird because you are still in that John getup of yours.”
Julia laughed.
“Getup, haha! Geo, you are getting more creative by the day.”
Julia lit up.
“Okay, if you want me to relax so much, I have an idea, juuuust look away for a… Couple of minutes.”
“Oh no, I have encouraged Julia Victoria Lennon to do something.”
She smiled and I turned away. I heard the sound of clothes moving around. Then bandages being taken down. Maybe even a hair tie being let down.
“Turn around!”
Oh, now it’s just Julia.
“Ta-da! Now I can relax.”, she spread herself on the sand.
“Wait- Don’t relax too much! I want to tell you about my songs!”
“Alright, Geo, what do you have in mind?”
I told her every minute detail about the songs I wrote. She listened to me! Yay! And she even approved some! And gave me some tips and tricks to work on my songs. It was really such a nice session of writing. I missed when she would give me some song attention instead of treating me like a little kid who can barely write and play.
“That’s great, I’m so proud of you!”, Julia scratched my head, “Baby George!”
“Augh, I thought you said you’ll stop calling me that!”
“Well, John said that, I didn’t.”
“You can’t get away with this!”
She calmed down.
“But seriously, continue working on this, it will sound better and better. Maybe I could get Paul to approve it-”
“No, I’ll show it to him just like I’ve shown you! Don’t do anything Lennon, I beg of ya!”
“I won’t then.”, she wistfully smiled.
You could sense the feeling of satisfaction coming from her.
“Maybe you aren’t so fragile and small like you were Georgie. But enough about that, I’m going for a swim!”
“Not without me!”
We jumped into the ocean and played around. Julia loved to swim, she was fast on foot, and she was a fast swimmer. She swam almost half a kilometer away in just 12 minutes. How does she do that with our clunky clothes? I followed her but I didn't like the chance of getting an ache and I went back to the shore. I was happy for her. This is the first time she looked naturally relaxed during this entire trip! She swam back after 20 minutes.
“I wonder how you can swim so far and not get scared? Or any aches?”
“I got aches. I just ignore them and paddle my way back, simple as that!”
“You are so weird sometimes!”, I chuckled, “And capable!”
“Um, that’s my job as your leader, dummy!”, she knocked my head.
I laughed.
“I wish I could relax like this everyday!”
“Well, that isn’t happening. But, I have a mystery to debunk, and that is Maharishi’s history. I’ll have fun.”
“You are still on about what Paul said? How about you stop thinking about him and just think about hm…”
“No, I’m doing more as a fuck you to cultists then because of Paul. I’m angry at Paul. I’m miserable because of him.”
“Glad you understand basic human emotions.”
She giggled.
“Okay, Harrison. Tell ya if I find more evidence, but knowing these kinds of trickster buggers, you won't be waiting much!”
The sun was setting and we were gazing at the view. Until I heard some movement in the trees.
“Where did we end up? Are you sure both of them are here! Oh, look, there is George!”, Pattie! Darling!
“Come here! Missed you so much!”, I hugged her.
“Where’s John?”, Cynthia wondered.
Oh my Lord, where is Julia?
“Um, I dunno, he was just here with me.”
I searched with my eyes and found Julia hiding behind a rock all panic ridden.
“Why are there bandages on the floor?”, Pattie asked.
Cynthia realized what had happened.
“Just some trash we encountered, how awfully dirty the tourists here must be!”
“I’ll then find a rubbish bin suitable for them.”, Cynthia, thank you for taking care of John. I’m glad Julia chose to be with you and pretend than anyone else.
Julia looked at me. Her look was basically telling me: “What do we do? Should I go out or not? No, tell them to leave! Give Cynthia a sign to make them leave. I don’t want anyone else finding out.”
I scoffed.
“Where did you scoff at.”, Pattie said, “At that rock!”
Julia came out with her hands crossed.
Cyn was shocked but relieved to see her. She was waiting for what Julia would do.
“OH, it’s John, see Cyn we found him! Though I must say you look more frail than usual.”
“What can I say? This sun eats ya!”
We chuckled.
“And I had to see what Cyn’s relief looked like. Never expected such a big reaction from ya.”
“How can I not react that way when I love you so much!”, she ran towards Julia and hugged her as hard as possible, “I was already thinking I had to call the search party to search all over!”
“Don’t worry Cyn, I can handle a little labyrinth!”
“I don’t think so!”
“Alriiight.”, Julia sighed, smiling.
“Glad we are all here then! Let’s all go back together to our houses!”, Pattie was happy.
“Nah, I’d like to stay here a bit longer with Cyn.”, Julia disappointed me yet again.
“Oh- Oh, well have fun!”, Pattie waved them goodbye and I took her hand.
I sent another look to Julia. It meant “When are you going to stop lying!”
I figured Cyn helped Julia get bandaged up, because it was going to be dinner time soon. The rest of the day went normally. And the rest of the vacation was great, though it was cut short because of John’s investigation! He found out that Maharishi is a fraud, and really a fraud! So I dug deeper, and found the same, with more evidence! We united the evidence and presented it to the man, who said we were exaggerating and not understanding what it said!
“Look, you can’t deny your eyes and there are two of us claiming this against you! You lied to me!”, I began, “You lied to me that money wasn’t that important!”
“Well, I didn’t say that it was not necessary, you got to make a living!”
“By scamming others, not such a little good guru afterall! With this kind of behavior, I would’ve thought you would also pay flying carpet lessons!”
Maharishi chuckled.
“You know, this proves you’ll be absolutely the same as before if you leave. You, Lennon, have something to hide. Always look like that. You think you are clever, but you are not. You are empty, surrounded by enlightening remarks. But what is their purpose, you don’t know. For you, George Harrison, you will still be that insecure and childish egoist I met. Direct and naive; curious too. No wonder you dragged the whole group of you to-”
John was angry.
“You are not going to talk that way about us UNLESS I say what I think about you first! You are a snide, privacy breaking, yellow bellied, ass licking, greedy son of a bitch who likes to think he is so high and mighty! So it is just right to take away people’s hard earned cash like that!”
“The Beatles are basically the same thing!”
“We make good music.”, John replied.
“And we make good points? Explain the difference, Lennon, explain it! Oh, and haven’t seen this much emotion from you during your whole stay, I’m glad-”
“Because I didn’t get mad!”
“I’ll answer instead. We follow the regulations. We are not some other outside organization. We aren’t money grubbing. Maybe our producers are. And I know we will fix that when we find some inconsistencies.”, I jumped in to help.
“Maybe we are materialistic, but we aren’t putting other people in DEBT you whore! I checked multiple times.”, John continued.
“To check isn’t in character for John Lennon.”, Maharishi chuckled.
“It is if I think so. I don’t con people.”, John answered feeling confused on why Maharishi would say that. Then the guru scammer smiled.
“I’ll figure you out, Lennon. You have something to hide.”
John chuckled, “To hide is to survive? Isn’t that the principle of not getting caught in your scam?”
Maharishi got serious.
“You are feeling guilty of your scamming and blaming others, meanwhile I don’t have anything to declare.”, John stated with confidence.
“I know a deviant when I see them.”
“Oh, and now it’s John’s fault I have turned against you, isn’t it!”, I figured it out, “Trying to blame him for my complaint!”
Maharishi looked at me with some kind of disgust.
“Of course. Of course, we are leaving now. This instant.”, I got mad.
“Don’t go mad Georgie, this mister right here can use it against ya. You have to be relaxed and fulfilled, like he said. That’s how you get happiness, right?”, John joked.
I chuckled and calmed down.
“Yer right.”
“Well, mister, we loved the island and all, but you're a fraud and we have to go!”, John waved him goodbye and I followed. Maharishi pulled me back.
“Mr. Harrison, don’t listen to him!”, he told me, “He is a deviant, a snake, presenting himself as he isn’t!”
“And why would I not? He is one the lads! And you are the snake here.”
“No, no, that’s not a “lad” as you say, not a traditional lad, that’s a hijra.”
“A what now?”
“A… neither male nor female.”
I looked at him blankly. So he figured out the twin tale?
“You cannot trust someone who doesn’t know what they are. And this person, this “John Lennon” as they call itself, is absolutely not trustworthy. Always joking around, always monitoring you, always making inappropriate and underhanded comments. You want freedom and expression right?”
Lord, this slimy motherfucker.
“John is still one of my best friends and pals. You can’t make me stay here any longer. You just made me more angry and volatile. And you accuse John of such heinous acts with no evidence to support it.”
I began walking away towards John, who was packing with Cynthia and Pattie.
“Oh, I understand now. You know of Lennon’s decadency even before I even tell you! Both of you are flawed, go then! I don’t need a place for rude and deviant people like you!”
“Oh, where’s the “we welcome everyone to our family!” or “we are happy to accept any LOST soul”.”, John argued.
Maharishi smiled and walked up to John. He said something to him that made him shiver. Still John behaved cocky and said,
“Oh, I promise I’ll do that. For the chance to piss you off, I’ll continue doing that for as long as I want to!”
We boarded the boat. I looked at John perplexed.
“What happened for us to go earlier?”, Pattie wondered.
“John, what did you do?”, Cyn asked.
“Absolutely nothing that deserved that kind of send off! Accusing me of deviancy just because George and I handed in some damning evidence that Maharishi scams people!”
“That’s… Fun.”, Cynthia sighed, “Well, at least we’re in one piece and haven’t been held up by that con artist in any other way.”
“You are so smart, Cyn.”, John chuckled, “Yer right as ever.”
John proceeded to kiss her. Before that he gave her a small, not really noticeable sign. He always warned Cyn before kissing her. But I never really noticed Cyn tensing up before the act.
I kissed Pattie as well and whispered in her ear:
“I’m glad this hellish discussion is over and you have absolutely nothing to do with it!”
“I’m glad you’re okay, George.”
Pattie looked at Cynthia and John, “Let’s go inside, it’s getting a bit chilly in here.”
“Wait for us two inside then, I have to talk to John about this shit in private.”
The wives giggled.
“Alright then, George, we’ll be inside. If you need any advice or a shoulder to cry on, you know where to find us!”
“Pattie, sometimes you could be so funny!”, my sweet Pattie.
“And not always? The insolence of this young man! We are going inside, pronto!”, Cynthia pulled Pattie with her.
John rolled his eyes while chuckling.
“No wonder Cyn is my best female friend.”
“Well, a wife is a best friend too.”, I joked.
There was a small pause. We looked at the ocean and the waves splashing in the sun.
“John, what did that son of a bitch tell you?”
“There is something called a hijra in Indian or Southeastern culture. It is a person in drag, a person who identifies as the opposite gender… He told me that he figured out I was in drag. He told me I can’t keep it together and remain normal if I ever was. He told me I corrupted you… He told me I will drag the entire band into ruin. And even if I told everyone the truth that I would make everything the Beatles did worthless and meaningless.”
“What a freak!”, I couldn’t believe it. Maharishi was today very awful towards us, especially towards John. Was he always a bit more awful to women? Now that I think about it, he didn’t talk that much with our wives. He focused on us four. What a scammer.
“I know that, but it does send shivers down my spine, y’know.”
“I’m just happy we had fun and we’re going home, Jules.”, ahh, fuck this man.
“Yeah, I’m happy too. Let’s go inside, Geo.”
“Yeah. Thanks for looking out for me… But please don’t do it as much anymore, Julia.”
“I’ll try not to. And… Perhaps, baby George is right about some things.”
I think some things are going to change in the Beatles and I hope for the better. The most important thing is that I have proven that I’m not a child anymore - I’m an adult who speaks his mind and deserves to be listened to. Perhaps, they will put more songs on the next album… Can’t wait to work with Ritch again…
Rest of Sacrifame
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