Reflections in a Petri Dish – Apr 22, 2024
God Poet Transmitting…….
It’s Petri Dish… The Taylor Swift Machine released a new product. The two dovetail and I am left with… at least… the opening salvo for today’s posting. Some might think I bring this creation up too often. It is not me who brings her up. It’s wrap-around Billboard World… Time’s Square news-flashing in a trenchcoat… LED ticker-tape readouts… the Alexa machine on the counter… every mass media… internet tabloid… that brings it up. I don’t have to look her up. She looks me up.
I have a few thoughts about this… whatever This is. Then I’m going to move on to something more interesting, like the mating habits of the sloth… or funereal fashion… or… golf.
I am not the one who… usually… goes to the supermarket. I do go… now and then, but… it’s never more than once a month… if that. I go there for specific items. I have no use for 90-some % of what is on display, but… I do see it as I pass it by. Most of the time I pay no attention, BUT… it is my very nature to pay attention. It is what I do, so… even though I seem not to be paying attention… sometimes even to myself… I am paying attention.
There are more of certain things in the supermarket than there are other things, and some sections grow over time, and some shrink. The biggest sections in most supermarkets… are the soft drink aisle and the potato chip aisle. I don’t drink sodas or eat potato chips or… the various derivatives, BUT… like Taylor Swift… mention of them comes to my attention… through advertising… even telepathically… if I am not minding the mind.
Potato chips are like most quick food… and most snack food. You can eat any of it. You can eat a whole lot of it, but… half an hour later you are hungry again. I’ve never eaten Funyuns, BUT… I’ve seen them. They even show up in movies sometimes. Taylor Swift is to music what Funyuns are to food. I once… recently… listened to clips from half a dozen of her songs because… I wanted to make sure that my disinterest in her was a legitimate thing.
Half an hour later, I could not remember what I heard. The only impression that remained was that my disinterest was legitimate. There is nothing inspired or inspiring in what she does. She’s pocket lint brushed with rainbows… in a petting zoo filled with plastic unicorns. I’ve heard the same thing at open mics over the years. All that has happened is she got better tech… better makeup, and a whole lot more background dancers than a sidewalk Buskerina.
I don’t listen to RAP music, but I have an idea of what goes on there… the same way I am aware of Taylor Swift and Funyuns, and… jock itch… which I don’t have either. It seems that modern RAP creations are… these days… mostly DIS creations… because it is all nothing more than a stream of mentions about other people in the industry… putting each other down, and making oblique references to events and the people in them…. that you… as a dumbass fan… have to keep current with.
The same thing is true in Taylor Swift’s music. It’s all about her body count and this guy or that guy who broke her Valentine heart. I can tell you why she can’t hold on to a man. She’s boring. She has no depth at all. She is a surface creature, and even shallow people soon tire of surface creatures. Apparently… Taylor Swift’s music is like an Easter egg hunt, and the song that is listed as Track 5… in each album… is supposed to contain all kinds of secret clues about her romances.
People are obsessed with looking for meaningful references in her songs. Are they retarded or what? Meaning??? It’s like an archaeological study of gum wrappers. Then the mind-scavenger hunters get on Social Media and trade information like Pokemon cards.
Sexually… from what I can see through observations on body language… and my physio-gnomic read, she is like a trampoline. She has no bounce of her own whatsoever. You have to give her the bounce, otherwise it is non-existent. I suspect she is very good at rolling over and playing dead, but not much good at Frisbee catching and ball return.
That is the worst kind of sexual partner and there are many… many millions of men who are counterparts to this dead-on-arrival sexuality. There is no spontaneity… no grace, no actual romance, and no awareness present. They are like five-year-olds trying to repair the inner workings of an expensive watch, and… we don’t wonder why it’s broken.
She’s an animatronic human tchotchke. Something one sees from afar… on a shelf… in a display window… an object of desire that is out of reach, but that cannot do anything at all. Your imagination has to be the trampoline. That is why porn is so epidemic. It feeds into the nature of cowards and selfish people… who can’t risk anything, and now… no longer have the capacity… even if they were driven to risk anything.
The Gay Lifestyle does this. It encourages selfishness and lack of commitment. There is the endless search for someone who looks like you… so that you can have mirror masturbation sex. Back when Freddie Mercury was THE gay icon… there were thousands… tens of thousands of Freddie Mercury clones in leather vests, and leather Luftwaffe motorcycle-cop… cruising hats with RAF mustaches. It was quite a cultural trend for about a minute. They are strangely reminiscent of The Swifties of the present. Get the merch! Get the look, and then… get lost!
The Gay Life is a pretend life… where movies are real, and you are in the movies. It’s all an absurd and infantile acting-out. It’s what happens when materialism gets to a certain stage. It always comes around at the decline of a culture, along with suicide… ever lower birth rates, and all the other elements of The Negative Female Manifestation… as it is expressed through the males who co-opted it… in the death throes of a culture. Women have been turned into mindless fireflies… in love with a candle flame, and men have become a mockery of the type.
Material culture turns men into bitches, and… women into hysterical harridans of duplicity… caused by a compromised internal nature; real has been replaced by Memorex. This is not the case with all men and all women, but of an astonishing amount, nonetheless.
Taylor Swift doesn’t actually exist. She is a media creation. She is meant to distract the public from what is actually going on. It is one more temporary theme… in the endless procession of Bread and Circuses. It is especially tuned toward the activation of naval gazing and self-absorption. There is an endlessly replenishing stable… of variations on the theme… of The Whore of Babylon.
Many millions are tuned in to this, and other shitstorms of trivia… that come and go… in the deceived and hypnotized eye of exteriorized focus. It’s all happening… Out There! Rush the stage!!! Trample the weak for a moment’s eye contact with the singing android that is made out of cannibalized cellphone parts.
Everything is an act of mislabeling… on a conveyor belt of deceptions… running through The Penal Colony Hive Mind. Breast Cancer Awareness month makes all the fountains run pink… while the cash registers ring, and Cancer blooms like Spring in Hades. Autism Awareness Month brings blue waters and should be called Vaccine Injury Awareness. It’s all marketing and sheep shearing. It’s all the sociopathic smart guys… in a rigged casino… running a crooked game on The Stupids.
Some talentless yahoo gets famous and everyone wants to inhabit the vacuity behind their eyes. People wait in lines of lifetimes… on a karmic waiting list for fame; any… kind… of… fame. People cut deals… so that they can cut the lines, and get ahead of those not smart enough to sell off the good parts of existence for a long run of the bad. If there were a cattle call for hosting The Price is Right… millions would show up, and it wouldn’t matter if they could do it or not; just give me a chance! Give me a chance!
What kind of a waiting line do you think there is for someone to spend a year in a fire tower in the forest? I would be in that line. If it were a lottery for a penthouse in NYC… or a cabin in the woods by a stream, where do you think the greater interest would show? Right.
The things that people will do to be able to do something that is not worth doing is… well… words fail. The Glitter and The Glow call them. The Bright Lights promise them that… maybe… just maybe… they can become one of a hundred thousand forgettable characters in a limited time frame… who lived the rest of their lives… thinking about a brief moment in the past. When you look at the sell-by date… on the back of Taylor Swift’s head… right under the bar code, you can see that the date has long passed.
This is the case with everything promised by The Father of Lies. The only thing that the rich, successful… and famous have… is the illusion that they are better off than you and are something to shoot for. In reality… they have bigger and more powerful enemies. They have far more false friends. Their lives are not their own, and still, they die from the most pedestrian diseases.
Unless they are among the very few, they don’t even get to pick and choose what they do, AND… the ritual humiliations on the way to any of it… oh my! Well… you’d have to be there.
When you fuck up, maybe the neighborhood knows about it. When they fuck up, the whole world knows… or it will… as soon as the videotape is released… if someone doesn’t do what they’re told.
You know who doesn’t want to be Whoopi Goldberg… or any of the rest of them? Whoopi Goldberg and the rest of them is who, but… it’s too late for that. Any minute now… Taylor Swift will be cast to the side. She’s like money and the stock exchange… none of it is real. It’s all held in place by artificial means. It’s all smoke and mirrors. It’s held in place by Hope, and Hope is a fragile thing. When the money isn’t based on something real… when the artist is devoid of talent and inspiration… Destiny and The Recording Angel will tell the tale in the aftermath.
The World is the place where you get to be Warren Beaty or Hugh Heffner… even Stalin or Ted Bundy. All you got to do is pay the freight and acquire the bonus points. You can be a complete two-dimensional airhead named Taylor, who likes to be called Tay Tay. It’s almost like a Barbie doll came to life with the personality to match and… a public equal to the admiration required.
Hear me, people! Anything!!! Anything!!! Long as you can pay the freight. You want to be like Hillary? Done! You want to be Bob Barker? Done! You want to be Mickey Mouse? Done! You want to be the next Walt Disney or Elon Musk? Done! Done! Done! You want to be like ANYONE… Jesus… Martin Luther… Queen Victoria? Just get in line.
It’s all a show here. Like Hassan-i Sabbah said; “Nothing is real, everything is permitted.” How rare they are who search for the road out, and do not spin forever in the coils of religion… or carnal excess… or any number of the countless delusions… that wait between what you see here, and the unspeakable splendor and glory that lie up the road.
Well… there are only so many hours in a day. Yeah… but some days are longer than others.
End Transmission…….
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How about some Sufi Mysticism? They are all so different from each other, but still very similar, and always about the… same… single… thing. There is ONLY one.
At the hospital I need audio to cover up the sound of bin-lids slapping and other people’s tellies, so I hear some pop music, but lately it has only been prostitutes mourning their bad relationships; conveniently, she needs to move on to the next source of cash, and then of course, we have to hear from the pimp, who will bully her into shape and is, in his mind, the man most qualified in the world to be a pimp. Thanks, Commercial Radio, for the important information!
Getta loada… Taylor Swift’s MOM ♩♪♫♩♬♪
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Religion
“The belief in and worship of a superhuman power or powers, especially a God or gods.
Religion is ambiguous, hard to say what it is. But I suppose all religions have a god.
I met a Japanese guy in his late 20s early 30s a few weeks ago.
I asked if he believes in God. He gave me some information on Shinto, I mean he spoke to me. It’s to do with reincarnation and animals. Perhaps animals until you get it right and then, I don’t know, Nirvana, and finally God or with God.
Doesn’t make any sense to me, and the Japanese people are pretty smart, I told him. Then I said, what about the emperor, what happens to him when he dies. He looked at me, smiled and didn’t have an answer.
Anyway I don’t believe he is religious and I don’t believe he believes in God.
I don’t believe Taylor Swift does either, religious or believes in God. Unless of course it is written in her contract…
“Definition. Shinto means ‘way of the gods’ and it is the oldest religion in Japan. Shinto’s key concepts include purity, harmony, family respect, and subordination of the individual before the group. The faith has no founder or prophets and there is no major text which outlines its principal beliefs.”
Been wanting to spend a few moments looking into it. If there is no God in Shinto perhaps it’s not a religion?
Keep bringing TS up, we all know she (or he) is crap, made up by our fake intelligence services, let them think we believe in their fakery. Lip singing in front of huge crowds of 12 year olds, and that pathetic display during this years nfl super bowl made me throw up. I heard that the TS industry is losing money, not selling records, and laying off its employees. But the worse bit of information that has just about ruined my life is the fact that the beatles were also fake. They had a couple of good songs (written by a team of song writers) but they were no different than this TS monster. How far back does all this fakery go back to?
It appears that not everyone got the memo that Taylor is a tranny.. 😏
“that has just about ruined my life is the fact that the beatles were also fake.”
How is that a fact? I’d like to see some evidence other than He said She said. I already posted on this nonsense today. You will see it at Truthseeker tomorrow.
And the proof on this is? I’m not saying it is or isn’t, BUT… where’s the proof? Is she already executed at Guantanamo too?
Goy Buoy, your Japanese friend might be interested in this profound religious history from Japan’s not too distant past.
Oh, I really do go with The Beatles being faked up – I didn’t say entirely fake.
The selected individuals had a degree of talent, but no way were there not session musicians and staff writers who could read music and knew about Theory involved from the start –
There is MUCH more than mere hearsay or gossip there.
You might start exploring with Thomas Uharriet, or the Sage of Quay – who has the Musician’s perspective as well- thousands of pages, hours of screen time
The more you look into it, the more fakery you cannot help discovering.
(Pop Culture is rooted in Modetn Media, commerce, advanced social engineering and technology.)
For an American, that could start off with the initial Ed Sullivan hype.
For a Briton, the first Hit, ‘Love me Do’, and John Lennon’s supposed harmonica playing on that – see also his supposed Piano Playing on ‘Hey Bulldog’ – he just wasn’t that good a piano player at that point – only MacCartney Mk2 (Sgt Pepper onwards) had a real session standard level of professionalism, and not all the time, either, if you listen to some of his early post beatles stuff..
Straightaway, you know you are listening to slick session musicians on something like Revolver.
If you actually watch the pre-Peter Jackson ‘Let it Be’ sessions – there are not true pros, apart from MacCartney trying to hold it together.
The end result songs are ragged and amateurish.
But when the cameras were not filming, we are supposed to believe they pulled off Abbey Road?
As for Ringo Starr – Bernard Purdie, session drummer on ‘Aja’ etc – has no reason to lie –
This is just off the top of my head –
For innate talent, I would not put any Beatle in the same room as -Nick Drake – destroyed by cannabis- but he had the rare authenticity and talent.
So many brilliant bits in this, I don’t know where to start.
“People are obsessed with looking for meaningful references in her songs. Are they retarded or what? Meaning??? It’s like an archaeological study of gum wrappers.” … That made me literally laugh out loud in a burst…I am very grateful I wasn’t drinking coffee when I read that one or I’d be needing a new laptop right about now.
My take on backup dancers is the number of “dancers” in any given, uh, performance is reversely proportional to the actual quality of the music. The more imbeciles some plastic nitwit has on-stage with them gyrating away, the more you can bet all your teeth the speakers are vomiting out festering sewage.
So, I strolled out into the living room two nights ago and my girl was playing something that sounded like a mixture of paint drying, rat shit, and plastic fruit. As I cringed and was about to ask her why she hated me, she blurted out, “Taylor just put out her new record.” “Taylor”… so she’s on a first name basis with that android wanna-be majorette now. I said, “This is garbage, like a barely musical version of being hit in the face with a pie made out of pig shit. Are you TRYING to make me pack up and leave?”
My girl redeemed herself, slightly, by agreeing it was worse than pedestrian shit. Yet she continued to pollute the house with that brain-dead caterwauling for a few more doses of aural diarrhea until even she had enough. If my girl wasn’t so musically talented herself, with a great sense of humor and a world-class set of natural Ds that defy the laws of physics atop a long and otherwise slender figure, I would have walked out on her just for calling her “Taylor”. I’m still on the fence.
I don’t ever remember mentioning the musical side. That’s because I didn’t mention it. I am referring to the songwriting and the claims I hear from the hearsay chorus is about the songs. These are two distinctly different areas of enterprise. Though… here again I see you trafficking in generalities and referencing what someone else said. i haven’t seen any facts, only opinions. Whereas, I have seen them playing their instruments, and being a musician I can tell if they are playing them or not, and I can hear their singing and their harmonies and because I have a lot of experience in this area, I can tell if it is them singing. See if you can find direct video evidence of what you claim. That would be verification. Opinion is not fact. It amazes me how far people will go to push perspectives devoid of any evidence. Everyone uses session musicians. It’s funny that not a single name entertaniner who has played with them has ever said a thing about this. The fact is… in this day and age, you can always find people who say what you want to hear. I’d hate to live my life like that… being an unwitting tool of the intelligence services who make this stuff up.
@Umbra B.
There’s no need to list any other attributes she might possess..
her having a “world-class set of natural Ds that defy the laws of physics” suffices. 😉
Actually now I am getting on to this- early Genesis- especially the classic Hackett/Banks/Rutherford/Gabriel/Collins line up- but also with Anthony Phillips pre-Hackett –
For Songwriting crossed with musicianship, and no outside help, even credited, like George Martin, or Billy Preston – they are for Real-
Real to me isn’t all mixed in with ‘rawness’ or ‘passion’ , anger or whatever – Mozart and Beethoven were Real –
Genesis spent a year in the country working on themselves as a unit after Jonathan King tried a George Martin on their first album, and it is the biggest leap from First Album to Second Album – in fact between ANY two consecutive albums- any Group/Artist ever achieved- although the pre-Collins drummer plainly had to go –
And every note is unquestionably theirs-
And they could easily replicate all of it Live –
No need for any controversy or speculation –
Not so The Beatles – far too much invested in that AOI (Agent of Influence)
I have NOT questioned the Beatles’ abilities as vocal harmonisers.
I am not questioning where they overlaid the vocals.
No way were they playing everything on all the albums instrument wise.
Yes, there IS footage of George Harrison when the Beatles were still playing live not playing the guitar whilst it continues to play in the background etc.
The very last ‘Conspiracy Theory’ I ever gave headroom to – the worst single example of cognitive dissonance in my life – I had no trouble with accepting far larger and War Scale psy ops – was the fact of MacCartney One and Two.
This is even though years ago, I saw MacCartney 2 in the Beatle years saying he Sight read a piece of music by Mozart he found in the back of a car, and was aware he did the score for the film ‘Yhe Family Way’, yet MacCartney One openly declared he could not read music.
This is all just off the top of the head – it falls apart infuriatingly at any really close yet detached scrutiny
I remember as a kid the first time I saw a musical on the TV, seven brides for seven brothers I think it was, I’d never seen a musical and I had no idea the movie was a musical until they started singing, and what a shock that was, I just couldn’t process people behaving normally then breaking into song, one of the worst things I’ve ever seen. Taylor Swift is kind of like a character in a musical, a normal person who breaks into song now and then.
The Beatles were mastered by Tavistock .. the Rolling Stones by SMOrder of Malta member Prince Rupert Loewenstein, Orsini, Borghese and Aldobrandini fam. related .. who sponsored the S ft Devil track in 68 .. all the venetian black nobilities prefer the Stones ..
Les Visible on April 23, 2024 at 7:50 pm
I don’t ever remember mentioning the musical side. That’s because I didn’t mention it.’
Yes, you did Les, including here. I really wish I could go back and find it and cut and paste it all.
I know you did, Les, because I put a comment on the last column of yours that I read on this very subject – the Beatles authenticity or otherwise – and I put a complimentary comment on that thread because of something I admired in the column, but I very deliberately didn’t mention that I agreed with this particular writer you were taking issue with, from a Beatles point of view.
I think it was probably concerning the Rubber Soul timeline – the point is, I didn’t want to get in an argument, Les, but alas I am now.
How – in all truth and to give another example – did Jimmy Savile ‘get away with it’ for a full year even after he passed away, let alone when he was alive and was the BBC’s biggest star –
https://www.thetruthseeker.co.uk/?p=36860
And if you read the above amazing revelation, published in the immediate aftermath of Savile’s death – all the homosexual paedophile stuff is STILL largely unknown because that is the very agenda the AOI types – rhe same mindset behind The Beatles ‘iconic’ overpromoton – and consider the late (why?) Brian Epstein- are promoting.
So massive and sustained deception on a 1960s pop scale is ENTIRELY feasible –
By osmosis, TS, who is very White, is meant to pass her mental problems on to the (White) audience. The young girls in particular are susceptible
What has Savile got to do with The Beathles songs? I’ve yet to see any facts. You can’t use convoluted arguments as evidence. They are not.
I don’t see any facts here. What has mastering got to do with writing songs? I am familar with both of these processes and mastering has only to do with finishing touches. Where is the factual evidence? I am mystified by these references without any kind of facts.
There are no facts here. Please post factual data. No one is going to buy into subjective opinion or; this is so because that is so. Both John Lennon and Charlie Manson were in LA at the same time which is proof that Ted Bundy had two left hands. What footage? where is the footage? You saw McCartney saying something? How is that proof of anything. This is all speculation and very detail lacking as well. No… I never took any of the bad acid. This is what happens.
What is any of this proof of? Who cares where Genisis spent their time. Is this a fanzine? I watched The Beatles play their music. How do you convince yourself of this wild-eyed nonsense and present arguments like this with ZERO facts or evidence of any kind? The World is truly going mad, and the unsubstantiaed paranois is off the charts!
Opinion… Speculation… nothing real or substantial as far as the eye can see. Nothing. Subjectivity is meaningful ONLY to you.
The beatles were at best mediocre guitar players but were great at the singing harmony. Their music was put together by G Martin and his team of writers and musicians. I went to check out J Lennon concert way after their “break up” and he was really bad. (Great voice tho). In the same vein every band or musician that came out of the LA scene (byrds, etc) were manufactured. Then the beatles suddenly stopped performing live. Wonder why? As for this TS, who has the belly button of a man and an Adam’s apple , constant promotion, robot controlled voice, fake all the way, except her early acoustic play wasn’t too bad. Not one performer from the “60’s” was ever drafted, nor went to get blown up in war. (Except for Black performers, who regularly got their music ripped off).
I like to think the Beatles were the real deal. They could play and sing live and I sure don’t think they faked that legendary rooftop performance. A lot of bands have studio musicians add parts to recordings, it’s common. Now, I have a serious problem with the plethora of “artists” now who use prerecorded backing tracks for a “live” show, and lip syncers should be hanged from a lighting truss on stage in front of the audience.
Guy Reid-Brown mentioned Billy Preston, aka the 5th Beatle, in one of his comments above. I have been a working musician on and off for a few decades and I had the pleasure of opening for Billy Preston in the very early 90s. That dude tore…it…up. It was the first time I ever heard Will It Go Round In Circles, and I almost lost my mind. I actually had no idea at the time what an absolute legend that dude was, I was a cocky idiot, and it was only until years later I found out about his pedigree. Holy shit.
One of my band-mates from a later group I was in in New Orleans actually accompanied Paul McCartney one night. My mate had a side gig playing piano one night a week in a swanky lounge in a luxury hotel. McCartney and his crew came in, including that woman with one leg. McCartney approached my mate and requested one of McCartney’s songs as he clued in my mate he was about to propose to that woman and it was her favorite song. My mate obliged, he is a truly gifted pianist, then McCartney went right back up to the piano, told my mate it was one of the most beautiful renditions of the song he had ever heard, then politely asked if he could play it again and if he “would mind” if McCartney sang to it. My mate sat there stunned…he called me right after that set blubbering about it and I told him he should have told McCartney to “piss off, no amateurs” lol… Anyway, my mate played while McCartney sang and it blew the roof off the place. McCartney gave my mate his number and told him to keep in touch, which my mate did when he was in London a year or two later, and McCartney went to one of his shows. I don’t know if it’s the “real” “original” McCartney or not, I’d like to think it is, but THAT version of McCartney that night was pure class…and my mate said he was the real deal talent-wise.
I could post links easily to masses of data which it would take hours to sort through, but youhave decided on a course – on THIS topic only – of rejecting any evidence but what one has directly experienced.
By that criteria, nothing is to be taken on trust from all of recorded history.
I can see the relevance of my detours re: Genesis and Jimmy Savile, but that is how my mind often works.
Of stuff that is going on now, I STILL can’t get a handle – from the ludicrously extended East-West Ukraine stand off to Donald Trump.
But it SHOULD be very easy to see that The Beatles – take just 1965/66 – all the albums, the filming – including actual Cinema films – plus tge constant touring and television appearances – whilst taking lots of drugs – did not do ALL that and Help, Revolver, and Rubber Soul etc themselves.
That is justa starting point – one’s own detachment from the power of collective assumption shojld be a start —
Just like the entire Bourgrois, Educated population should see that the entire System in the context of which they exist is a transparent fraud .
https://www.usdebtclock.org/world-debt-clock.html
Out of interest , Les – when did you see The Beatles playing live together. I never said they couldn’t play, plainly they did. They were a gigging band before being selected and hyped.
I am not presenting an All or Nothing argument. The Monkees were a much more overt creation, and so were the Sex Pistols, but both had individual musical talents.
This entire elevation of the Beatles to ‘iconic’ status though –
Literal idolatry, and plenty of the Occult there –
On another note – how was Tavistock Insider Aldous Huxley, brother of Julian, able to predict the the 1960s ‘ Counter Culture so very accurately in the 1930s?
Worth looking into Mac. One living in Dr. Asher’s Home in the mid sixties – another odd death
hp
Thanks, I read the article. Basically no meat until Europeans arrived, Portuguese in particular and Jesuits, then the British and then the Americans.
I can see logic in vegetarianism. It is a diet for the pure of mind and soul. We might go back to that sometime in the future.
Nagasaki got bombed because on three attempts this other place that was meant to get it was cloudy and out of clear sight, the writer says. He might be right.
Umbra Bellator on April 24, 2024 at 12:19 am
What a FANTASTIC anecdote, Umbra, and what you say about MacCartney rings true –
We used to visit some places near us that was also near where MacCartney had a home with that very uni-legged woman you were talking about, Heather Mills.
In fact, my one Close Encounter with a Beatle was when we were having Breakfast at The Mermaid Inn in Rye, and there was a hush amongst the staff – simply, Paul MacCartney, Heather Mills and the baby had popped in for breakfast in the seperate room.
As far as Beatles Anecotes go, that is completely lame in comparison, I grant, but I like the synchronicity of the one legged one being part of the experience.
Heather Mills preferred Wings to The Beatles, and I venture the song in question was ‘My Love’ , which I dismissed for decades before suddenly realising how good it is – & for what it is worth, the Guitar Solo in that, almost not long enough to be called a Solo, is my favourite of all time , and MacCartney wisely never let Henry McCullough change a note in performance.
McCullough was also one of the Spoken Word voices on ‘Dark Side of the Moon’- he is the one who says “I don’t know, I was drunk at the time” –
Must have specialised in the telling cameo –
I can see how Les might interpret my fleeting from point to point as scatterbrainedness 🙂
Thought I would cite a reversal of the theme that seems to have developed on here, which is admittedly probably my doing in the first place –
The original studio version of ‘Maybe I’m amazed’ being my favourite non-Beatles track, after years of not bothering about it, I heard it on the radio and wondered what crack band of musicians he had playing on it – the vocal is peak MacCartney, and I assumed he was playing bass, but the ace guitar work, the glorious piano- Nicky Hopkins may be?
Looked it up, and it all turned out to be Paul MacCartney, of course- and that just reminded me that I heard Alan Parsons on the radio choosing it as the single track to play of his entire career – because he co-produced it with MacCartney- and later on, of course, he engineered ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ –
This is point where Henry McCullough now strolls in –
After 1965, it was Billy Shears, not McCartney, and he was responsible for Sgt. Pepper’s…, was more talented than the band-member he replaced, and agreed to do the job only if he could lead the band. Lennon did not tolerate this for long
‘lewis jones on April 25, 2024 at 8:44 am
After 1965, it was Billy Shears, not McCartney, and he was responsible for Sgt. Pepper’s…, was more talented than the band-member he replaced, and agreed to do the job only if he could lead the band. Lennon did not tolerate this for long’
Well, late 1966, but otherwise correct.
And ‘Billy Shears’/William has put all this out there. Available on Amazon no less ; even the audiobook was recorded at Abbey Road by George Martin’s son.
THAT is approval.
And we know the Man who is now MacCartney approves these volumes from a multitude of details, not least because every edition contains an intimate description of Faul accompanying Linda McCartney in her dying minutes of her death from cancer.
If this book is fiction, not approved by Faul, it would simply be shut down, because that would be SICK, SICK. SICK- And it is NOT going to be shut down.
Every subsequent edition has revealed more and more Deep/Occult/Mind Control secrets in the footnotes (the meat) and Faul makes rhe point himself in the book that this is because he is getting closer to death himself.
Also, literally hundreds of Beatles lyrics are quoted throughout as well as many others from the Stones, the Who, Donovan (the latter very significant) and that is not only copyright, but hugely expensive- for a limited and obscure publication that has no advertising / promotion budget at all.
Whereas I would say that the text itself contains misdirections – I very much doubt Paul’s death was just an accident, and the constant premonition dreams I would question .
I certainly find it difficult to believe Faul WAS Viv Stanshall.
But if a person has not read the book he is in no position to judge –
The Memoirs of Billy Shears (The Memoirs of Paul McCartney) https://amzn.eu/d/1SJsGnN
I reiterate – this is NOT an all or nothing argument.
One (series of editions of a ) book, that is all – to be set in a vast context.
The only stupid question is the one that is never asked-