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thebeatles-world · 1 year

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I still want you

Summary: George is in the recording studio with john, Ringo, and Paul and they are recording the song “I Want You (She’s So Heavy).”

While they are recording the song, George thinks about the argument that you guys had this morning and the other fights that you guys had previously which make him feel emotional so he secretly dedicates this song to you while singing and playing his guitar.

George’s P.O.V

I got to the studio running a few minutes behind. Me and Y/N got into a huge argument earlier today which made me run to the studio a bit late.

It was tough. Our marriage was going through a rocky road and I didn’t know what to do about it. The fights, the pettiness between me and her, the battle that we go through together. It was just tough.

I sighed as I put on my headphones and started strumming my guitar.

“There ye are! I thought you weren’t going to show up today.” I heard Paul say to me.

I nodded at him, still strumming my guitar.

I tried not to show my emotions in front of my bandmates. I didn’t want my mates to know that I was stressing out over my marriage.

“Alright, are we ready? Let’s begin recording.” I heard John say.

As we started with the intro, my mind came back to thinking about Y/N.

I want you

I want you so bad

I want you

I want you so bad

It's driving me mad, it's driving me mad.

I started to have a flashback of me and y/n arguing one night…

“I told you to wash the dishes! That’s one simple chore I ask you to do George!” Y/N crossed her arms as she was getting frustrated at me.

“Whatever. I was having a stressful day at the studio Y/N. I can’t even come to my own home and have quality time with my wife. This is such rubbish!” I slammed my hand on the table.

“You don’t have to act like that George. All I ask is one thing and that’s it! That’s it! You don’t have to take your anger out on me.” Y/N begins to raise her voice at me.

“Oh right then. This is all my fault I suppose. Over some lousy dishes.” I shook my head in anger and headed towards our bedroom to cool down.

…

I looked over at my music notes sadly, still strumming my guitar. That memory played over my head once more before I concentrate on playing my guitar.

“Get back to work George,” I told myself, still playing my guitar.

Or what about this morning when you and y/n got into a heated argument and you told her that you needed relationship counseling before you ended up walking out of the marriage?

*Another Flashback*

“Bloody hell, I can’t take this anymore. I really can’t Y/N. The arguments. This whole battle of us yelling at each other. I can’t take this anymore. It’s either me and you go to marriage counseling or I end up getting a divorce from you.” I threw my hands up in the air in frustration.

“George you can’t be serious.” Y/N looked shocked. Her face suddenly changed from angry to sad. It secretly broke my heart just to see her sad.

“Oh, I am y/n. I had enough. I’m tired of this rubbish.” I said and walked away from her.

*end of flashback*

“I shouldn’t have said that. I still love her. I don’t ever want to lose her to another man.” I thought to myself.

With a heavy heart, I continue to play my guitar. It was hard not to get Y/N off my mind. My heart felt broken just thinking about losing her. I didn’t want to toss out our marriage like that.

I started to put a lot of emotion into singing and playing the guitar at the same time as I thought about Y/N.

I want you

I want you so bad

I want you

I want you so bad

It's driving me mad, it's driving me

She's so

Heavy

Heavy, heavy, heavy

She's so

I sang emotionally and loudly just thinking about Y/N. This song was definitely for her. I wanted her so bad. I still want her. She always drove me mad, especially the first time I met her.

I continue singing emotionally and loudly while playing my guitar. I definitely did put a lot of emotions and effort into singing and playing the guitar. This song made me think of Y/N.

After we were finished singing and recording the song, I pulled out my headphones.

“Great job George, you had some wonderful vocals!” Paul said, patting my back.

“Yeah you could hear the emotions in his voice,” Ringo said.

“He must be going through something with Y/N.” John joked which made me chuckle.

I knew when I got home, I was going to bring Y/N some of her favorite flowers, cook her favorite dinner, run her a nice warm bath, apologize to her, and let her know that I still want her and I want her to be my wife for the rest of my life.

I was going to make love to her after her warm bath to show her that I adore her so much.

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pansextastic · 27 days

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machetelanding · 11 months

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harrisongslimited · 16 days

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George Chapter of the Day

Chapter 19

I Saw Her Standing There

Trigger Warnings:

Smoking, drinking, swearing, adult situations, smut.

***18+ only!!***

Chapter 19

Joie pulled out her journal. She had been writing in it since she was 16, and it was filled with stories and pictures especially since she had begun her tenure as a Beatle girl. She quickly realized she couldn't use anything in it. It was too confidential, too personal. She even thought she should burn what she had written. If anyone got a hold of it....

She laughed as she read some of her entries, especially now that she was with George. Joie had been fascinated by John, mesmerized by Paul, friends with Ringo and then in love with George. What caught her attention were the stories she wrote about him...the slow, steady progression of their love story. What started out as a platonic relationship twisted and turned into a deep love for one another. She noticed his quiet patience and how she started to rely on him for almost everything....and how in small steps, she came to trust and need him.

But their love story was private and not for public consumption so she put the personal journal away and decided to get a journal just for her stories for the magazine. Funny quotes, happy banter. It was silly, but so be it.

George told her to call Derek and discuss ideas with him. He was well versed on what was allowed and what was not. So while George went to the movie set, Joie picked up the phone and called the press officer.

"Hi Derek," Joie announced. "I just wanted to ask you about the column for 'Miss' magazine."

"Hi Joie," he answered. "I have a call into Gloria. I'm sure she'd love the idea, especially since it's our idea. But we are going to have to be very careful about what we say. We can't give out any confidential information or give any clue where the boys are. And you certainly can't say anything about living with George...

"I know that," Joie answered. "I'll be careful."

"Give it a shot and send it to me. You can talk about being on the set of the new movie and what the boys are up to....studying their lines, working hard...no nonsense at all."

"Derek," Joie began. "What if I take some pictures too?"

"That's ok...but Joie, you have to be careful. Nothing too personal..."

"I understand...."

"Now I just have to wait for Gloria. And I'm just warning you, she's gonna put her own flair on your column. It'll probably look nothing like what you wrote. But she knows her audience and I trust her."

"Ok, I get it," Joie told him. "I'm basically not contributing much at all...."

"It's not that...it's just we have an audience to appeal to, you know love?"

"I know," Joie said, a touch of disappointment in her tone. "I just want to contribute is all."

"You can contribute by keeping George happy...and you are doing a great job of that."

Joie thanked him again. But she wondered what he meant, "Keep George happy". She was more than that. She had a highly functional brain and was strong-willed. She could be opinionated and unreasonable on occasion. But she was far more than a woman hooked to George's arm and she was going to make sure everyone knew it.

The time they spent under the bright sunshine of the Bahamas were some of the best days Joie ever had. While the boys were on the set, Cyn, Mo, Jane and Joie spent their free time shopping, going for lunch, sunbathing on the beach. Joie managed to read 3 books. Early evenings were for romantic dinners for just the two of them or group chow-downs, with the whole entourage sharing food and wine, stories and laughter. Late nights were reserved for long talks and making love with the French doors open to the sounds of the isolated beach, soft breezes and magical full moons.

"Our next location won't be quite as warm," George told her one late night. They were both laying naked in bed, a white sheet thrown across their tanned bodies, their legs entwined together as the summer moon dimly lit their room.

"Where are we going?" Joie asked sleepily.

"The Alps. Where there's snow. And cold. Then, back to London."

"Cold, huh? That means fireplaces and big, thick, down-filled comforters that we can hide under, walks in crisp, clean air and lots of comfort food and wine. That doesn't sound so bad, does it?" Joie asked him sweetly as the back of her hand feathered across his chest.

"Not as long as you're there with me," George answered, shifting in bed to lay on his side, facing her.

"Wouldn't want to be anywhere else," she replied with a gentle smile, leaning into George to kiss him.

..........

When they arrived in Switzerland, there was a telegram addressed to George that waited for him in their room. He opened it quickly and read it while Joie went to dress in something warmer.

"George,

Good news, bad news. Joie should start writing column, but Britain wants her on a plane to U.S. by 30th of next month. Sorry, Derek."

George angrily crumpled the paper in his hand and shoved it into the pocket of his jeans. "Bloody hell," he spat underneath his breath. He wasn't going to tell Joie. Not now. Not until he had come up with a plan to keep her with him. He loved her so, and he wasn't willing to give her up due to bureaucratic bullshit.

She kept his life sane. He could handle just about anything that was thrown at him knowing that at some point, Joie would have her arms and legs wrapped around him in bed, whispering to him and calling out his name when he made her orgasm. She was his future and he suddenly got an idea that pleased him. He wouldn't lose her.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door and a shout by John to "open up the fucking door, you fornicators". George laughed as John and Cyn walked in with 2 bottles of cold champagne and a platter of appetizers. Joie exited the bedroom in a smart skiing suit, dressed as though she was ready for the slopes. She ran to John and Cyn and hugged them.

The four of them sat on the open patio off the living area where the sun bounced around them and rose the temperature to nearly 45 degrees.

Once again, John studied Joie under his watchful eye. She seemed happy with George, the lucky bastard. He would have preferred to have her on the side for himself, but maybe it was better this way. John had no clue George fancied her and he was glad he didn't make a move. Thinking about it, he thought Paul was going to pounce, considering the trouble he was having with Jane, but Paul kept it in his pants. She had turned into a beloved sister to them, except for George, who usually kept those types of things close to the vest. John noticed that he had turned celibate the last couple of months, when prior times had him more randy than the rest of them put together.

Well, good for him, then. John wondered if George was going to stay monogamous. None of the others had. But Joie was different than Cyn and Mo. Even Jane. Joie would slice George's wanker right off without a backward glance if she caught him cheating and high-tail it back to California to end up marrying some Hollywood big shot. She wasn't about to take prisoners.

It was extremely attractive that she didn't need any of them, even George. John laughed to himself when he remembered Joie telling them all to go fuck themselves when they were on tour. American birds were so different, so independent. She stayed with George because she really did love him, John reasoned, or she would have returned to California after the Brian debacle.

John imagined knowing Joie would always have one toe parked in the escape pond was a huge turn-on for George. It would be for him. It sure as shit would have kept him on the straight and narrow. A little bit of mystery was sexy...and scary at the same time.

Because he was who he was, John wondered what she was like in bed. He'd had enough American birds to not notice much of a difference, but Joie wasn't a groupie. George seemed happy, relaxed and satisfied, and quick flashes of knowing smiles frequently passed between them. They were affectionate with each other and it surprised John that George, a reserved Brit, seemed to really take to it. He'd never seen him like that.

Well, cheers, George, John thought. "What I wouldn't do to be in your shoes."

They stayed on the patio for several hours, inviting Paul and Jane and Ringo and Mo over to join them. More champagne was ordered along with platters of appetizers and they stayed out until the sun set and turned the air cold. Reassembling in the living area, they continued to socialize until it neared midnight. George and Joie were the first to excuse themselves and head to their suite. The rest of them continued on until sunrise.

When George and Joie entered their room, George barely had a chance to lock the door before Joie pressed him up against it and kissed him deeply and passionately. She only broke their kiss to remove his turtleneck sweater then George captured her mouth again. He turned them around so Joie was up against the door and he slid his thigh between her legs and pressed inwards.

"You trying to tell me something?" George whispered in Joie's ear.

"Oh, you're so perceptive...," Joie teased back.

Their hands eagerly roamed each other's body as though they had never been there before while George's tongue danced in Joie's mouth. Suddenly, clothes flew off in all directions as they snuck kisses in between each removal. Down to undergarments, Joie gently pushed George backwards until his legs hit the amazing 4-poster, King sized bed. When he sat down, he buried his face in her chest, just under her chin as Joie's hands ran up into his hair and she kissed the top of his head. His arms wrapped around her tightly so that she followed him as he lay back down on the bed. Straddling him, Joie crashed her mouth against his, their kisses long and needy.

Joie settled on top of his hard erection and moved her hips against him. A long, slow sigh escaped his throat and he rolled over, taking Joie with him so she was beneath him. Her lips were pink and well kissed, her eyes dark and seductive, as he leaned down to take her mouth again. In a quick flurry of movements, Joie's bra and panties and George's boxers were tossed to the end of the bed.

Breathless with desire, Joie managed to say, "I want you now, George. I need you now...."

"Joie...," he answered, his voice low, his eyes fixed on her.

They rolled over again with Joie straddling his hips. George helped guide her as she lowered herself onto his erection; she gasped as she took all of him.

"Jesus," George exhaled, closing his eyes. "You feel so good, baby."

As Joie began rocking up and down, her head arched back as she moaned in ecstasy. George's hands were on her hips, and together they created a rhythm that fit them perfectly. He looked at her in the throes of passion and it made him want her even more. At this minute, she belonged to him and he couldn't cherish her more.

George licked his thumb and placed it underneath her right on her sex and began circling it. Every nerve in her body felt it.

"Oh, George...," she blurted.

"Come with me," he groaned as his hips began to arch up from the bed to meet hers.

She grabbed onto his arm as "Oh," escaped from her lips. "I'm going to come, George. Don't stop what you're doing."

"I won't stop," he answered her.

He began thrusting into her with more force and suddenly her body stilled, then erupted in a torrent of spasms. Her internal muscles tightened around him as she orgasmed and he pumped into her several times, then released deep inside her. Slowly, his thrusting settled and stopped.

Still breathless, Joie lifted herself off him and curled into his waiting arms.

"That's better," she sighed happily.

"Much," George agreed.

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genderlessginger · 2 years

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Dude the Beatles ao3 world is so different from Twilight’s. First off, Beatles are mostly one shots, but the ones that aren’t are long as fuck. And I barely get comments.

My twilight fics are covered in comments, love, support, kudos. So whenever I update my Beatles fic I’m sitting on my hands. “… please like me uwu?”

I’ve gotta break my writers block on my twilight fic just to fulfill my praise k*nk.

EDIT: ppl use and read the author notes in Twilight fics and I don’t see it as much in Beatles. Honestly, the differences are fascinating.

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beatlepaul4ever · 2 years

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Do you like a Beatles time travel fic? Have a go at this one I’ve just found. 20 chapters but I’m only on chapter 3 so far but it’s good! Links to next chapter is at the end.

#the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #time travel #fan fiction

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johnlennonofficial · 3 days

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#i have a sneaking suspicion who the majority of tumblr users are 🤭#hypothesis revealed after ur votes ;)#george #george harrison #the beatles #beatles #harrison #guitar #bob dylan #hehe #poll

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docrotten · 3 months

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EFFECTS (1979) – Episode 208 – Decades of Horror 1970s

“It would be nice just to see one little spurt at the moment of slashing.” A little spurt, you say? Can do. Join your faithful Grue Crew – Doc Rotten, Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, and Jeff Mohr – as they take a trip to George A. Romero’s sphere of influence for a movie within a movie within a movie within … well, you get the picture. The movie is called Effects (1979).

Decades of Horror 1970s Episode 208 – Effects (1979)

Join the Crew on the Gruesome Magazine YouTube channel! Subscribe today! And click the alert to get notified of new content! https://youtube.com/gruesomemagazine

Decades of Horror 1970s is partnering with the WICKED HORROR TV CHANNEL (https://wickedhorrortv.com/) which now includes video episodes of the podcast and is available on Roku, AppleTV, Amazon FireTV, AndroidTV, and its online website across all OTT platforms, as well as mobile, tablet, and desktop.

While a small film crew are shooting a low-budget horror movie in a house in the woods, the lines between reality and fiction start to blur, and the movie slowly turns into a “snuff” film.

Director: Dusty Nelson

Writers: William H. Mooney (novel); Dusty Nelson (screenplay)

Producers: Pasquale Buba (producer), John Harrison (executive producer) (as John S. Harrison Jr.)

Music: John Harrison

Cinematography by: Carl Augenstein (as Carl E. Augenstein), Toni Semple (as Toni Semple-Nelson)

Editing by: Pasquale Buba

Special Effects by:

Tom Savini (special effects)

Tony Panatella (explosions)

Regis Survinski (explosions) (as Rege Survinsky)

Boom Man: Nicholas Mastandrea

Selected Cast:

Joseph Pilato as Dominic (as Joseph F. Pilato)

Susan Chapek as Celeste

John Harrison as Lacey Bickel

Bernard McKenna as Barney

Debra Gordon as Rita / Mona

Tom Savini as Nicky

Charles Hoyes as Lobo (as Chuck Hoyes)

Blay Bahnsen as Scratch (as Blay Bahnson)

Joe Wittkofski as TV Director

John Sutton as TV Sound Man

Dave Balko as TV Video Man (as Dave Belko)

Jackie Lahane as Murdered Girl (as Jackie Lehane)

Cindy Sebastian as Dancer

Filmed in 1978 and released the following year, Effects (1979) features Tom Savini (as both actor and special effects guru) and a collection of George A. Romero’s filmmaking friends and colleagues. Oh, yeah, the cast also includes Day of the Dead‘s Captain Rhodes, Joseph Pilato, in a lead role. Shot on a miniscule budget with an ambitious script, the feature contains a story within a story with another movie buried within. The Grue-Crew share their thoughts on all the shenanigans and then read through a hefty amount of feedback. This one has all the goods!

At the time of this writing, Effects is available to stream from Tubi, Screambox, and Arrow, as well as various PPV options. The film is available on physical media as a Blu-ray from AGFA.

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1970s is part of the Decades of Horror two-week rotation with The Classic Era and the 1980s. In two weeks, the next episode, chosen by Chad, will be The Mad Butcher (1971), aka Lo strangolatore di Vienna, starring Victor Buono. Yikes!

We want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans: comment on the site or email the Decades of Horror 1970s podcast hosts at [email protected].

Check out this episode!

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thebeatles-world · 1 year

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A Different Path

Summary: It’s 2023. Y/N and her boyfriend get into an argument and y/n wishes that she got to go back in time and meet the Beatles…And her wish comes true.

You and your boyfriend got into an argument. You both been getting frustrated with each other for the past few days and you knew that it wasn’t going to work out no matter how much he loved you. You were ready to either break up with him or either take a break from the relationship.

“Whatever. I’ll give you some space.” Your boyfriend scolded, getting his phone and jacket from your bed.

“I don’t bloody care what you do.” You said as you rolled your eyes at him in frustration.

“You are not even British anyways so stop acting like you are British.” Your boyfriend said in an annoyed voice.

“Just get out!” You pointed at your door as you breathed in frustration.

“You listen way too much to the Beatles I swear.” Your boyfriend said before slamming your door.

“I don’t care what you think.” You screamed but it was too late. He already left your room.

With a groan, you slammed your drawers shut.

“Oh, I wish… I wish I went back in time and met the Beatles.” You said out loud.

You looked at your Beatles poster in sadness.

“Why… oh why… must I been born in the wrong generation.” You said softly.

You had tons of the Beatles songs on your Spotify playlist. You had thousands of photos saved of the Beatles from your gallery on your phone.

“Boys in this generation aren’t even that cute.” You said disgustedly.

You sighed as you looked at the Beatles poster on your wall once again.

They were sitting down together while smiling in black and white.

“Oh, how I wish I went back in time and met the Beatles.” You said hopefully as you closed your eyes.

Suddenly you felt dizzy. You felt as if everything in the room was spinning around you.

What’s happening?” You said in confusion as you could barely see due to the dizziness around you.

You lay down on your bed and tried not to get nauseous from the dizziness.

You closed your eyes and all you remembered is blacking out from the dizziness.

…

You felt yourself lying down on cold pavement ground. You slowly opened your eyes and noticed that you weren’t in your room anymore. You were lying down on a sidewalk and in a strange place.

“Where am I? What’s going on?.” You exclaimed in fear as you looked around you. This wasn’t your room or the town you lived in. This was a different place and a different kind of town that you didn’t recognize.

“Oh my, are you okay?” A male voice said behind you.

Before you could speak, you turned around to see who was speaking to you and you were in shock when you saw who it was.

It was George Harrison.

You felt too stunned to speak.

“I..I..” you managed to say but you couldn’t find the right words to say.

“Did you bump your head, love? You look pale.” George asked you as he put his hand on your forehead.

You felt your face turn bright red.

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe he’s touching my forehead right now. I can’t believe he’s here in person.” You thought.

You tried your best not to fangirl in front of him. Even though you wanted to scream in excitement because George Harrison was here in person. Right in front of you.

You just nodded as you stared at him.

“I know who you are. You are George Harrison… From The Beatles.” You said weakly as you continued to stare at him.

“That’s right love.” He chucked.

“Where are your parents? I’m sure we can call them. There’s a pay phone not too far away or I can take you to your house?” George said.

You quickly panicked and tried to think fast of a way to make up a lie.

How crazy would it sound to tell George that you made a wish to meet the Beatles and it came true?

Well, you met one of them. Besides you honestly had a crush on all the Beatles and couldn’t decide which one was your favorite.

“I uh don’t have any parents. I’m an orphan here? I.. um… unfortunately my parents abandoned me here and went back to America.” You tried your best to make sure your lie made sense.

“Oh no love. That’s terrible. I’m so sorry.” George sadly said, feeling sorry for you.

You nodded sadly even though you were pretending to give a sob story to make George feel sorry for you.

“I’m all alone here. I know nothing about living here in England.” You continue to say, acting dramatic.

“Don’t worry darling, how about you come with me? So that’s why you won’t be alone here. I would hate for some creep to snatch you away. What do you say?” George offers you his hand to help you off the ground.

Your face turned bright red.

Oh my gosh… was this happening??

“Why yes of course.” You took George’s hand as he helped you off the ground.

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tlonista · 2 years

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Blood and Blue Diamonds: Chapter 2 Notes

I promise every chapter isn't going to have this much rambling about LA history, but I've got some random references in this chapter that bear explanation!

Early 20th-century LA’s equivalent of Piltover's "founders” were basically three guys: General Harrison Gray Otis and Harry Chandler, the duo behind the early Los Angeles Times, and William Mulholland, the man who designed the Los Angeles aqueduct system. My early drafts made Heimerdinger a stand-in for Chandler, because Chandler effectively ran LA for years and the Times (fictionalized here as the Los Angeles Enterprise) had Piltover Academy-level cultural influence. But I couldn’t go through with it for two reasons.

The first reason is that Chandler was too much of an utterly selfish bastard to match Heimerdinger’s altruistic (if not particularly effective) efforts as a political figure. Thanks to Chinatown's fictionalized version of LA history it’s fairly well known that Chandler helped orchestrate an underhanded plot to buy up dry land in the San Fernando valley for cheap and then make the city route water through it for the aqueducts, destroying the livelihood of an entire community to make a secret trust of LA rich people richer. Somewhat less famously, he helped brutally crush the LA labor movement and was an outright eugenics proponent in the years before World War II. Not a Harry Chandler fan here, folks, not sure how much clearer I can make it.

The second is that Heimerdinger’s combo of science and politics has legitimately more in common with Mulholland. Mulholland was a self-taught engineer who shaped LA in a tangible way but was part of the power structure that made people like Chandler rich, and while he wasn’t precisely forced out, he left his position as head of LA's Water & Power department stricken by regret after the (genuinely tragic) St. Francis Dam collapse of 1928. (To be clear he was in his own way just as much of a ruthless bastard as Chandler and readily participated in the whole aqueduct scheme, and while Heimerdinger’s flaw is his overcautiousness, Mulholland’s undoing was that he was incredibly reckless as a civil engineer.) I sort of already wrote Mulholland into a My Chemical Romance fanfic last year, but I can’t stay away from the guy.

I swear this is all sort of relevant to the fic, and if you’re interested in the real history, Dennis McDougal’s Privileged Son and Marc Reisner’s Cadillac Desert are the source for a lot of the background detail.

Other than that — for quite a while this draft just had “ARE RADIOS A THING” noted around Jayce driving home late at night, but I got lucky because the first 24-hour broadcasting started — in Los Angeles — in the 1920s. I would later learn that stations sold blocks of late-night or early-morning airtime to Mexican American broadcasters, although a lot of them were apparently pulled after anti-Mexican sentiment grew during the Great Depression, so I’m on thin ice with this one. Anyhow Jayce is listening to a 1930 corrido (a narrative song style popular during the period) called “El Lavaplatos” or “The Dishwasher,” to which you can find the full lyrics here and listen here. As noted in the bibliography, my background for most things Mexican American/Chicano in this story is George Sanchez’s Becoming Mexican American: Ethnicity, Culture and Identity in Chicano Los Angeles, 1900 – 1945.

After all that I was afraid I’d still have to scrap it if car radios hadn’t been popularized yet, but Motorola 1930, baby! Saving throw passed. Then I wondered if you could install one in a Ford Phaeton (a Phaeton being sort of the 1930s version of a sports car) and just gave up exhausted.

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dannyreviews · 2 years

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Give My Regards To Broad Street (1984)

My late aunt, like many baby boomers that came of age in the 1960s, was a die-hard Beatles fan. One thing she certainly was not a fan of was Paul McCartney’s solo career, to which she said that McCartney should apologize for some of his music from that era. While I find that opinion over the top, there is one thing that McCartney should apologize for and that’s the subject of this blog post. “Give My Regards to Broad Street” is a turgid ego trip the size of Liverpool, not worthy of the ex-Beatle and those who were involved in its production.

The plot is the most mundane and uninteresting set of circumstances. McCartney plays a fictional version of himself doing what he does best, working on a new record. What should be an ordinary task turns into a nightmare when word gets to him that master tapes have gone missing, presumably stolen by an ex-con assistant named Harry (Ian Hastings). If the tapes are not recovered by midnight, the sinister looking Mr. Rath (John Bennett) will take over the record company. But McCartney doesn’t seem too concerned. He goes from session to session, video shoot to video shoot, and then the plot even meanders into a poorly filmed dream sequence that lasts an unbearable ten minutes.

“Give My Regards...” isn’t a total loss, there are some nice musical sequences such as beautiful renditions of Beatles classics like “Yesterday”, “Here There and Everywhere”, “Eleanor Rigby” and “For No One”, with fellow Beatle Ringo Starr at the helm. I only wish there were more of these nostalgic moments that show the immense talent of this musical legend. Instead, what follows are scenes of cheesy dialogue that belong in a MST3K hunk of junk, and more musical segments consisting of newer, albeit forgettable songs that seem to be stuck in the work-in-progress state. The sequence for one of those new songs, “Ballroom Dancing” is poorly edited and has disjointed choreography. Then there’s a re-recorded version of the 1976 Wings classic “Silly Love Songs” set against a sci-fi themed music video shoot that has all the musical flair of the original removed. It’s a shame because so many great musicians like Dave Edmunds, David Gilmour, Steve Lukather and Jeff Porcaro act as hired guns and they don’t look like they’re into the music, which one would expect if you’re jamming with a Beatle or two.

Normally, when a film’s supporting cast has talents like Tracey Ullman, Bryan Brown, Philip Jackson and Sir Ralph Richardson, it’s usually a guarantee that you have a good film ahead of you. Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to be the case here. Ullman is the biggest culprit here, completely overacting in her brief moment on screen with the most fake crying I’ve ever heard. Brown and Jackson, as McCartney’s managers, have an awkward banter that is more of a ripoff of Norman Rossington and John Justin from “A Hard Day’s Night”. And what about Ralph Richardson? What’s an acting legend doing chewing up the scenery, and especially when it was one of his final roles? Finally, you have Ringo Starr, Linda McCartney and Barbara Bach contributing nothing of note and standing around like film extras. I’m glad that George Harrison stayed away.

The sad thing about “Give My Regards...” is that Paul McCartney had nothing left to prove when it came to his talent, even in 1984. So why did he have to create a film so devoid of both cinematic and musical excellence? I think that’s the biggest letdown of all, that he had the ability to create something special and failed. Apart from only a few good scenes that do not even add up to 15 minutes, “Give My Regards...” is McCartney at his lowest point, a status that he would linger on for the next 4-5 years, until his 1989 comeback album “Flowers In The Dust”, and its subsequent world tour. Thankfully, McCartney has done so much better in the 35+ years since this disappointment.

4.5/10

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