#Ringo making fun of Paul’s inability to stop being like that

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“Paul said he’s going to do the Hall of Fame speech. I really think I’m doing it just to give Paul a night out. He likes to keep busy.”

— Ringo Starr, on being inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, Rolling Stone, April 15th, 2015

“I don’t know [why we’re reviving it now]. Paul must’ve had a slow day. He says, ‘You know that track we did? Do you want to work on that?’”

— Ringo Starr, on the ‘final’ Beatles track, Variety, July 7th, 2023

#these quotes strike the same chord to me #Ringo making fun of Paul’s inability to stop being like that #it is very funny #my quotes #ringo starr #paul mccartney #the beatles

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The Perfumed Garden

John Peel, International Times, 27 October 1967

Back, with reluctance, to our screaming mob. Isn't it depressing to realise that of the millions who own Sgt. Pepper the vast majority consider it as just another Beatles record, rather than the beautiful thing that it is. John, Paul, George and Ringo—even, their names have become a cliche. I tend to forget that they are human because by their music, they have become part of what I think of as "God." But, there again, so have you. Can you scream at a man locked in a sparkling castle or can you scream at God? As I left the cinema on the trendy 14 bus I realised that I love them for the joy that they have brought me, for their honesty and for somehow surviving the past four years. On the other hand I pity them for their inability to walk unmarked in Hyde Park; for the sadness of being unable to stand in Oxford Street and mourn the barriers that make the inches between myself and some other wanderer into the most impenet- rable barrier on Earth. They must miss the simple joy of drinking coffee in small cafes with friends who share their poverty with you.

What got me started on all that? There are many records that you should know about. Polydor has a group with the unfortunate name of the Crocheted Doughnut Ring who have a pleasant enough release called "Two little ladies"—however (one of my favourite words this week) the "B" side is a beautiful electronic instrumental called "Nice" which is very good.

Wish good fortune to Mike Vernon and Blue Horizon records whose first release will be Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac. In the last edition some frolicsome printer turned the Alan Bown! into the Alan Brown! Regardless of how they emerge this week listen to their "Toyland" on MGM. Something in the area of 150 hapless minstrels have been strangled as a result of being called "The British Bob Dylan"—however Roy Harper will survive this handicap. His first CBS record, Midspring Dithering, is very good. On the same label there are two LP's you should own. One, by Al Stewart, is called "Bedsitter Images" and two, by the Piccadilly Line, is called "The Huge World of Emily Small." Two Decca records that are universally ignored are "Red Sky at Night" with lunatic guitar and "Suburban Early Morning Station" by Two and a Half which sounds like, but isn't, a Paul Simon composition. There is a very strange LP on Transatlantic by Ron Geesin which, on hearing, has young Peel completely baffled (not a difficult achievement) as did the Mother's first LP about a year ago.

Marmalade records, on whose orange floors this is being writ- ten have some extra terrestial things coming up if the deli- cate, floating mists of song I've heard for the past few hours are any indication. The Blossom Toes wove curious spells at the Middle Earth last week and they must be heard. They have a single release, "What on Earth," which is not appearing in as many homes as it should be. Don't we weaned into a premature middle-age by the dross waltzing around at the top of the turgid "charts." Julie Driscoll, also with impending Marmalade release, was singing some lonely, beseeching little songs she'd just written which are as beautiful as she is—I hope they are released.

The Velvet Underground and Nico LP is finally being released, along with E. Burdon's "Winds of Change." Both are essential. (You may have noticed that I'm spending a lot of your money for you—all I expect in return is your love). On Liberty the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band have a very droll LP. My favourite track is a beautiful cliche teenage mutilation fun 1955 hiccup song called "Death Cab for Cutie." That should drive Mick Farren into spasms of faintly unattractive excitement.

Incidentally the attached photo, is of Peel in happier and greener times—a state to which I'm trying to return.

When will someone record Tyrannosaurus Rex and stop recording rehashes of revised monuments to tedium by cynical glooms?

Susan Hale, co-ordinator of Perfumed Garden wanderers, lives at 46 Arthur Road, N.7, and if you'd correspond with gentle, understanding people all over Britain and the regions above then send her your address. It's not a Peel Fan-Club, added he hurriedly, because that would be immeasurably boring.

PLEASE DONT FORGET THAT I LOVE YOU WHATEVER MY FAULTS. SUPPORT RELEASE.

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