I'm Amy and I write (occasionally). Always willing to fight about the Beatles. If you're gonna follow me you have to be okay with the fact that my opinions are extremely malleable and may not be the same day to day. Clarinetta on ao3.
Found that rob Sheffield top 100 solo Beatles songs list and uhhh maybe I’m amazed at no. 1 is crazy lmfao it’s not even a full song
If you can come up with a better top 5 (and you can, just put all their solo songs on shuffle and pick 5 random ones and it’ll probably be better), hit the ask box. I wanna know people’s thoughts on this
paul was not some oliver-twist-esque dirt poor street urchin scrounging for pence in the gutter, nor were john and stu elite level eton boys who crapped on golden toilets and burned 100 pound notes for a giggle. relax
Footage as featured in the special edition of Living In The Material World and the George Harrison Guitar Collection app — George playing Fred Astaire’s “Shine On Your Shoes” on the ukulele.
“The main thing was he was always around the house, playing his ukulele and smiling. I’d come home from school and he’d be standing in the doorway playing his uke.” - Dhani Harrison, Los Angeles Times, November 2002
“If I began to sing a song — any song — he would accompany and encourage me. If I played three chords on the uke (compulsory instrument in our home), he would be my band.” - Olivia Harrison, Harrison (2002)
“[George] had a lot of patience and he had time for people. If somebody truly wanted to know something, whether it was a guitar chord or something from the Vedas or how you prune a tree, if you were really curious, he had an endless amount of time. He actually sat with my mother and showed her how to play one chord on a ukulele so she could play along with him. He wanted everybody to have fun and join in. He was a Pisces; I think he liked the whole school going along with him.” - Olivia Harrison, Filter, Fall 2011 (x)
cannot stop thinking about Louise handing off baby George to those two gremlins and just hoping for the best. the sheer amount of trust in her child. the insane 1950s parenting style. George, a kid who was half stick figure, half chihuahua who took anger management classes, mostly hair, off to Germany with the two most insane boys in Liverpool. the Allerton golf club, built specifically so their insanity could be separated and contained to opposite sides of the city. there George goes, with them. Louise looking at those two baby faced little fuckers, one who is maniacally into charming every mother and auntie he has ever seen in his life, the other who still refuses to wear his glasses despite very literally not seeing without them. combined maturity level: -47. Louise, mother of four, a woman who has seen it all, saying to herself, well someone needs to have the brains in this operation. and then off baby George goes. braver than any RAF pilot. underage and looking like he is still learning his letters. making the top ten look like a nursery. off to Germany to manage Mr Daddy Issues and Mr Issues Issues. cannot stop thinking about Louise sending off a sweet baby boy and receiving in return a knife wielding rat child whose diet now consists only of cheap cigarettes, amphetamines and melted Vicks bottles.
nothing will ever ever be as funny as paul fans who actively hate john because their favourite guy will NOT shut up about john probably not even after he dies
I need Sam Mendes to let his casting director have some fun and cast a woman to play Paul. Just because I think it would piss off the annoying Paul-Is-Soooo-Fully-Masculine-And-Definitely-100%-Non-Negotiably-Heterosexual people SO much