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bbbrianjones · 28 days
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“HE BLEW HIS MIND OUT IN A CAR... HE DIDN’T NOTICE THAT THE LIGHTS HAD CHANGED”
TARA BROWNE [04.03.1945-18.12.1966]
“He looked like something that had fallen from the ceilings of the Sistine Chapel. He was like a king in his own terrain. He was miles ahead of his years. I’d never met anyone like him. He was completely unique.” - Glen Kidston, a friend of Tara’s
“He was this charming, very young-looking, rather frail-looking child. Very blonde, with big eyes and I think clad in something that put me in the mind of Little Lord Fauntleroy. And he was dancing in a very wild and deranged fashion. I’d never clapped eyes on him before and I thought, “Who is this strange flower that’s suddenly sprouted in the garden?” - Christopher Gibbs
“It was like a death knell sounding over London. I think it was a definite turning point for a lot of us. It was the end of the sixties for many people. To have someone who was so full of life and so full of joy suddenly taken from you, it made you very pessimistic and cynical about the world, which is what we'd all been trying so hard not to be.” - Marianne Faithfull
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elafranco2024 · 2 months
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Paulie with the chipped tooth in 1966.
The case of the motorcycle accident that happened to Paulie and Tara Browne is so poorly explained and mysterious.
His beautiful face was so bruised and Paulie looked so sad, helpless and vulnerable after the accident.
A few months later Tara had a tragic and fatal car accident and died so young.
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theatrepup · 2 months
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American singer P.P. Arnold talks in her autobiography about staying with Brian Jones in 1966:
"When I rang the bell, Brian came to the door. He was soft-spoken and polite as always, greeting me warmly. I’d heard gossip from Mick about his drug habits but we’d never talked directly. Besides, all the Stones had shown us respect and love throughout the tour. Brian was annoyed about Mick’s behavior towards me, which was very sweet. I explained that Mick and I had not made personal commitments. Yes, I was hurt, but I was in no position to judge. I hadn’t stayed in England to be Mick’s girlfriend. I knew Mick and Marianne had a thing going. Afterwards, I wondered if Brian’s compassion for me reflected his own estrangement within the Stones camp.
He was very cute and sexy and looked aristocratic, eccentric and yet elegant in his flamboyant attire, his dandy scarves and beautiful smoking jacket. I thought he had a mystical charisma about him. I was never physically attracted to Brian and didn’t want to send out the wrong signals, but he was a perfect gentleman and host. He played some blues and R&B and I felt at home right away. I was in awe of his musicality. He was deep and very talented, but there also seemed to be a sadness about him. We talked about my roots and family and he talked about music and art. I felt comfortable and safe, not intimidated at all. With so little experience dating, I still believed that if you were drinking and smoking alone with a guy, they wanted sex with you, but he made no advances and I appreciated this respect.
I suggested it was time for me to go. He urged me to stay over and said someone could drive me back to Epsom the following morning. I was apprehensive, but he assured me I had nothing to worry about. I decided to trust him and not get paranoid. I knew I had to learn to trust that I could handle myself in new surroundings. As a black woman in a strange land, my reputation was very important to me, but I felt I had to let go of a lifetime's fear about how I'd be treated in the company of white men.
It was a lovely evening in very interesting company. Tara [Browne] left in the early hours and I joined Brian in his one bed, feeling secure enough to enjoy a cuddle and warm, gentle kisses with him. He made no advances and was in no condition to have sex even if he wanted to, which was a relief, as I certainly didn't want to have to wrestle with him.
Brian was kind and had displayed genuine friendship. I felt true sensitivity towards him. It had been a magical day at a delicate time of transition and had helped me put my decision to stay in England in perspective. He said I was welcome to visit whenever I got bored and I did so a couple more times, though I wish that I had been more open with him. I’ll never forget his kindness. I was a long way from America's racism here and I had a lot to think about."
Source: Soul Survivor: The Autobiography: The extraordinary memoir of a music icon, by P.P. Arnold.
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omg-hellgirl · 1 month
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I don’t think anything actually happened between Mick and the mother of Brian’s son, Pat Andrews. She said in an interview that he showed up drunk to her and Brian’s flat once, and when Brian left to go to work, Mick put his arm around her and she said, “don’t be silly” and laughed it off even though she was a bit scared, she didn’t know him very well and her infant son was in the house. But I think Brian did believe something went on between the two, which is probably why he for one abandoned Pat and Julian and why he seduced many of Mick’s gfs including Marianne Faithfull and P.P Arnold who was an Ikette.
There are several versions of the story, but only one truth — obviously, we don't know which one it is, lol. It wouldn't surprise me if Pat was too embarrassed to admit it. Brian is dead, and it's unlikely Mick would talk about it, so she can say whatever she wants. But it also wouldn't surprise me if Mick intentionally lied just to brag and annoy Brian. It might have happened like she said.
From what I've read, Keith doesn't really focus on his bandmates' relationships and limits himself to saying what he believes happened in this case.
I'm not sure of the timeline of when P.P Arnold got involved with Mick. I remember he was also with Marianne, and they had threesomes, so if P.P got involved with Brian during that, it's not like it was actually a cheat on her part. She and Mick were never official. I'm not sure he would have been upset with Brian for that.
I know Marianne says a lot of things, but in her book, she slept with Brian first and then Keith, one after the other (both before Mick).
She was hanging out with Tara Browne, Keith and Brian, and they were obviously stoned. She ended up hooking up with Brian and going home after that (she didn't like it very much). She left without warning, and according to her, Keith called her, making her come back, and they spent the night together (she like it very much).
Brian was definitely with Anita at the time, so before Anita slept with Mick during the film Performance, Marianne had already slept with one of Anita's boyfriends. I don't remember Marianne saying that she cheated on Mick with Brian, although she did cheat on Mick with Keith later (in revenge for Mick's affair with Anita) and with other men, including Tony Sanchez, a drugdealer.
In short, if Brian got revenge on Mick for allegedly sleeping with Pat, I don't think it was with P.P and Marianne. I loveeee chatting about their stuff, so I'm happy to read your opinion,
XOXO.
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got-ticket-to-ride · 4 months
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13 for the Beatles ask game :)
13. If you could travel back in time to one Beatles event, which would it be?
Acid trips. The first time when Paul dropped acid with John. I would drop acid with them and join their trip, WHAT DID THEY SEE? WHY WAS REVOLVER SO GOOD? WHY WAS JOHN THE EMPEROR OF THE UNIVERSE?
Why did Paul drop acid with Tara first and invited him to the family Christmas party and not John? I love me a good Hallmark movie, where the childhood friend (John) is jealous and the rich, privileged guy (Tara) gets to impress the family in the small town.
WHY PAUL, WHY?
(also wasted this question because I should've gone to one of their concerts or fucking went to Hamburg and joined their flea infested mattresses at Bambi Kinos. Rat boys for life).
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ilovedig · 2 years
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And four of them were in the band.
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sounwise · 2 years
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Tara first met Paul’s younger brother, Mike, a member of an aspiring comedy musical hall act called The Scaffold. They fell into conversation as two strangers admiring one another’s clothes. ‘I first knew him as just a guy on the scene,’ Mike remembered. ‘A young, good-looking guy. Long, blond hair. Thin. Velvet suits. Very Sixties. Very fashion-conscious. Sort of a Roddy Llewellyn type character. Posh, but then not at all pretentious. We hit it off straight away. People like Tara were different to the usual aristocratic types, because they were Irish money, like Oscar Wilde, which is a whole different world. There wasn’t the same snobbery that came with it. Ireland was cooler.’ Mike, who used the stage name McGear, introduced him to Paul and they found no end of things to talk about: clothes, cars, music, girls. From that moment on, whenever they were in the Ad Lib, they looked for each other. Tara took Paul and Mike into his circle of high-born friends. For two young brothers raised in Liverpool, all this running with the Debrett’s set was truly revolutionary stuff. ‘Before the 1960s,’ said Mike, ‘if you were from anywhere north of London, there was a certain class of person who instantly looked down on you. It was, “Oh, he’s just from Liverpool,” or, “He’s just from Glasgow,” or, “He’s just from Newcastle.” You’d be in company and they’d hear your accent and it wasn’t hatred, it was worse than hatred. It was like you suddenly weren’t there. They would just smile “politely and let you finish your conversation – because they were raised as gentlemen – and then it��d be, “Jolly good!” and, “Off you go!” You were no use to them. You were nothing. ‘In the Sixties, that all changed, mainly because of The Beatles. We’re suddenly at these posh parties in London, where people would welcome you by saying, “Hello, I’m Peregrine. How lovely to meet you. Jolly good! Come and meet Siegfried!” It was suddenly a different world. They’d ask where you were from and you’d say, “Liverpool!” and they’d try to pronounce it in a Liverpool accent, but they always sounded like Brummies. That’s how alien we were to them. But being working class and from the north became not only cool, it was practically imperative. Because we were suddenly the power and the glory. We had all the money. We had all the birds around us.’
[—from I Read the News Today, Oh Boy, Paul Howard]
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beatleskinkmeme · 11 days
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Paul takes Tara up to Liverpool to stay overnight with his family but either can't stop comparing or finally gets to live out his fantasies
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Tara & Nicki Browne photographed by Michael Cooper for Vogue, 1966🌺🌺🌺
Via @weirdtvland on Instagram🌺
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John and Paul on whether "A Day In The Life" was about Tara Browne:
John told Hunter Davies: “I was writing ‘A Day in the Life’ with the Daily Mail propped in front of me on the piano. I had it open at their News in Brief, or Far and Near, whatever they call it. I noticed two stories. One was about the Guinness heir who killed himself in a car. That was the main headline story. He died in London in a car crash.” In Many Years From Now Paul said: "The verse about the politician blowing his mind out in a car we wrote together. It has been attributed to Tara Browne, the Guinness heir, which I don't believe is the case, certainly as we were writing it, I was not attributing it to Tara in my head. In John's head it might have been. In my head I was imagining a politician bombed out on drugs who'd stopped at some traffic lights and didn't notice that the lights had changed. The 'blew his mind' was purely a drugs reference, nothing to do with a car crash."
But in The Lyrics, Paul said: "[Tara] died later in a car accident. He was a nice boy. I wrote about him in 'A Day in the Life': 'He blew his mind out in a car / He didn't notice that the lights had changed'."
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Tara and Nicki Browne photographed by Michael Cooper for Vogue, 1966.
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bbbrianjones · 9 months
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TARA BROWNE AND BRIAN JONES
“they were very alike because they were both small, blonde and pretty.” - jane ormsby-gore.
“for brian, i think his friendship with tara was a safe haven with all that was going on in the studio... in the end, he [brian] didn’t have any friends at all, except people who worked for him or people who used him to procure drugs and girls. but at the time he was lucky enough to have tara.” - anita pallenberg.
“they were both pisces. free-spirited. very moral in their ways, without ever being sanctimonious. they were like brothers to each other.” - nicki browne, tara’s wife.
“tara was quite shy. he didn’t come into a room and make a noise big. he was a ray of sunshine rather than a blast. brian was more of a blast. he’d come in and the room would move a bit. - jane ormsby-gore.
“tara was such a mellow kind of person. brian never had that. he was tortured. very paranoid. very sensitive. but he would have loved to have had the peace of mind that tara had. that’s why he wanted to always spend time with him.” - anita pallenberg.
“brian was devastated by tara's death. he also felt completely rejected by the group. he was very difficult to control because of all the drugs he was taking. he kept telling me he was going to go solo, make an album. he felt lost and rejected. he has no friends, just hangers-on. tara, i think was the last true friend he had.” - amanda lear.
“brian definitely went downhill after tara died... a lot of people like brian, who loved tara, mourned him in very dangerous ways.” - marianne faithfull.
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ljblueteak · 1 year
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Andy Warhol, Gerard Malanga, Michael Cooper and Robert Fraser by Michael Cooper. Text by Paul McCartney (transcribed below)
Andy Warhol was lovely. We had dinner one evening at a place that used to be called The Baghdad House in Fulham Road, where the big attraction was that you could smoke hash downstairs. Andy knew Robert quite well and he came down and showed one of his films at my house. He was a very shy, quiet guy who didn't talk much, but he seemed very interesting.
The film that we looked at at the time was of the Empire State Building and there was something like three hours of one building, which is pretty tough going--it was a good job we were into pot, because we couldn't have handled it otherwise!
Tara Browne got killed very near The Baghdad House one evening and that's another connection in mind mind. Tara was such a sweet guy.
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eppysboys · 2 years
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“Brian [Jones], as one might expect, was dressed in typical rock musician gear: long scarves, beads around his neck, a wide brimmed hat and dark glasses. Tara [Browne] was dressed in a lacy, frilled shirt and purple velvet suit, which might have come straight from the time of the Restoration. I was wearing a miniskirt and boots. Our entrance didn’t go unnoticed. I immediately stumbled on a couple of friends from London, John and Dennis, identical twins, both beautiful and bronzed from a holiday in Spain. They were sitting at a long table presided over by Salvador Dali and they asked us to join them. The Master was sitting on a kind of throne, surrounded by his adoring courtesans and favourites. I couldn’t resist the idea of meeting Dali in the flesh. He rose to greet us, went through the motions of kissing my hand, then exclaimed pompously: "How do you do? I see the heavenly twins have done a good job." Without asking our names he introduced us to his Court: “Mademoiselle Ginesta, the Rolling Stone, Lord…you must be a Lord aren’t you?” Tara tried not to laugh and Brian, behind his dark glasses rolled his eyes in disbelief.  I had the distinct impression Dali was making fools of us and said huffily, "My name is Amanda, not Ginesta, and ‘His Lordship’ is Tara, and the Rolling Stone is, as I think you know, Brian Jones.” "But of course, the famous musician." His English was comical and he rolled his r’s in an exaggerated fashion. "Amanda!, What a pretty name!" We’ve never had an Amanda at the Court. We have a Saint Sebastian, a Red Guard, a Unicorn, a Cardinal… sit down beside Louis XIV, I beg you. She speaks excellent English. Did you know that Louis spoke English in New York with Greta Garbo?” Louis XIV turned out to be a blonde woman, dripping with jewels, who did ask me one or two questions in English. Dali was balding and slightly overweight. I found him pretentious and, to be quite honest, ridiculous with his waxed moustache and gold lame waistcoat. To add emphasis to his words he brandished a gold-topped cane… Early into the evening Dali got up and announced that he was going to bed - “Gala doesn’t like me to stay up too late” -at the same time insisting that we stay on as his guests. Louis XIV and one of the young girls also rose to leave. As he departed, Dali kissed my hand emphatically and asked if I was free for lunch the following day. Without waiting for my answer, he continued: “Bring your friend. I shall be waiting for you at Lasserre’s. You know it? See you at one o’clock on the dot.” Then he was off in a wake of tuberose; he wore a bloom behind his ear, while the young “virgin” solemnly carried one in her hand like a candle. Brian was thrilled. “He’s crazy, man, completely crazy!” "The following day Tara was eagerly awaiting our lunch at Lasserre's so I made myself up carefully and picked out a mini-dress in violet silk, knee length boots and put on all my lucky charm rings.
Dali was seated at a long table by the window. One could see that he touched up his famous moustache with black pencil. He scrutinized me by the light of the window. "Are you Chinese?" "No, English." He suddenly asked me point blank if I was a lesbian. I was speechless. "All girls have a bit of lesbian in them, just as all boys have a little of the homosexual. I bet your friend here likes boys, like all well-bred young Englishmen." Tara laughed nervously. As for myself, I was never able to accept this need to shock at any price. It was, of course, a surrealist's gambit but which I always felt unnecessary amongst friends.... The meeting with Dali had left me worried. Until then Tara had been the most important person in my life. He still was, but I was suddenly beginning to realize that outside my world of rock music, drugs and fashion there was a whole new world waiting to be discovered...and Dali had given me a glimpse of it.”
Persistence of Memory (1985), Amanda Lear’s Salvador Dali memoir
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therobertfrasergang · 2 years
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Robert Fraser and Mike McCartney, April 23 1966
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This photograph, by Michael Cooper, is incorrectly labelled as 1967. It was taken at Luggala, the Guinness estate in Ireland, undoubtedly at Guinness heir Tara Browne's 21st birthday celebration on Saturday, April 23, 1966, seven weeks after his birthday.
One of the biggest social events of that year [1966] was Browne’s 21st birthday party, for which he chartered two private jets to fly 200 of his friends to Luggala for an evening of unadulterated debauchery. Guests included Mick Jagger, Brian Jones, Michael McCartney, John Paul Getty and Robert Fraser. A pharmacy worth of mind-altering substances were laid out for all on sterling silver serving trays, befitting a man of Browne’s breeding. The Lovin’ Spoonful, then one of the hottest bands in the world, were flown in and paid 1,000 pounds for a private performance. From Rolling Stone, "Beatles’ ‘Sgt. Pepper’ at 50: The Doomed Socialite Behind ‘A Day in the Life’"
More photos and a summary of that night here.
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i-am-the-oyster · 2 years
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Hold on one frickin’ minute, are you telling me that Paul’s moped accident with Tara was two weeks after Paul’s first acid trip, which was also with Tara?!?!?
https://www.beatlesbible.com/1965/12/13/paul-mccartney-takes-lsd-first-time/
https://www.beatlesbible.com/1965/12/26/paul-mccartney-moped-accident-liverpool/
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