#Beatles in Hamburg

[justlikedylansmrjones]

anyways heres this shitty little poem i wrote about the beatles in hamburg, theres no title because who cares. Enjoy=)

you are a drop of britain in that german sea

your english flesh still too raw, virgin

but the baltic wind will toughen it up.

the playing might give you callouses on your fingertips

but those streets will build callouses over your inhibitions

it will open your eyes

but close your mind

tighten your shoulders

but loosen your groin.

the Union Jack is your blanket

and the crumbling of the old empire

fuels your rabid youth.

the ink well in your mind

will make the world lucky for you.

[franklyimissparis]

also it would be a CRIME for them to not include the story of The Thing in george’s film i.e. the real fifth beatle

can george’s beatle biopic please be in the style of monty python pleaseeeeeeee

[ringosmistress]

[heltersk3lter]

they are so cute omgggg

[icriedforthemoon]

THE BEATLES DRAWTOBER

Day 3 - Hamburg days

George and his ugly ass boots. I hate those boots with all my life. Why. WHY?!

Well, anyways, I felt terrible yesterday so I didn't do day 2 💔💔

[lenetaylor]

George and his "Asser"

A letter from George Harrison to Astrid Kircherr, August 1963, on stationery from the Palace Court, Bournemouth, where The Beatles had played The Gaumont, from Monday 19th August to Saturday 24th August 1963.

There is a LOT going on in this letter (George's obsession with photos?, George writing a book??, hate for Mrs. Sutcliffe???, George's aching balls????), but what endeared me was his nickname for Astrid: "Asser", which would be pronounced Assa or Azza. It's true, Hazza and the lads had loads of Northern nicknames for their mates!

My transcription under the cut.

DEAR ASTRID,

Do you remember me asking you in Tenerife to write to me as soon as you get back to Hamburg? You didn’t know how long you were going to stay at Klaus’ house, so you would write to me from Hamburg, then I would send you all the records and fun and games!

Betty (the great) comes to England all fat and sloppy saying, - “Vhy you no write to Astrid,” as if it was my fault, so just shut up. Anyway Asser, I bought you the records I told you about years ago, and they are still at home covered in dust, so if you have decided where about’s you are living lately, then let me know and I will send them to you with some other nice ones that you would like.

Fat Betty has seen all the Happy holiday Photos, hasn’t she? but I haven’t, oh-no. You won’t show them to me will you!

Actually if she had not come to England with King Size, then I would still be wondering which part of the world you where in!

I bought a Jaguar (car) last month, I think you would like it. I will send you a photograph of it, with the records as soon as I get back to Liverpool.

I hope you don’t think I am being funny but…..Could you look through your photographs and find some – or all of the photo’s that have the Beatles, either all together or separately, or that any of us with other people on them, in fact any photographs at all that may be of interest and then if you felt in a HAPPY ASTRID MOOD, do you think that you could either GIVE or LEND them to me. It does not matter if they photographs are terrible, as I won’t tell anybody that you made them, if you want me to.

You know that Paul and John are going to be very rich soon, when they collect the money they have made by writing all those songs, and I don’t think that you would like to see me poor and hungry, so I have decided to make a book. It won’t be a DA SADE type book, but a daft story about the BEATLES, with some photographs in it, and then I hope to sell it to all the nice people and then I can buy food with the money…Can’t I?

I would like to have some pictures that the people haven’t already seen in all the other books, so that is why I am asking you. It would be very nice of you, even if the pictures were old at the Indra and KaiserKeller and Top Ten. I know you are very particular about what you do with all the lovely photos, but if you are nice and send me some with the negatives, then I will kill Mrs. Sutcliffe for you! But if you don’t, then I will pay for Mrs. S. To go to Hamburg and see you for a Holiday!!!

What happened to Jürgen? Do you know his address? Where is Klaus now, as I still haven’t said ‘Thank you’ for letting us live in his house.

How are you Asser? Are you well, because I have been ill all week, feeling tired all the time. The doctor gave me a tonic which is like liquid preludin. My balls have been aching too, and banging around on stage!

We will be in Paris for 3 weeks in January. I will write again with the records cheerio and love from Georgie (your friend who wants the photos)

This was published in the July 2015 issue of Record Collector.

[beatle-stories333]

just a baby

[kaiserkeller]

A lesser shared photo of Jürgen Vollmer.

[rockytheraccoon]

‘63 Lennon-McCartney

[muzaktomyears]

We went to every club in the Grosse Freiheit; it was our home. We had spare time before shows, after shows, during shows. As we became more and more known, the doormen would let us in. They'd say, 'Come on, see the show.' So we saw the mud wrestling, we saw the strippers, we went to the club on the other side of the street where the telephones were. (...) The Telefon Bar was quite upmarket compared with the rest of them. It was like in the films: you could see that nice-looking girl over there, and you'd phone her up to chat. But we did it with a view to having some fun. We'd get to the state where sometimes we wouldn't phone a girl - it'd be Table Thirteen and a feller was sitting there and you'd say to him, 'Love your eyes. I'm on Table Seven.' We'd laugh at it because that was our humour. (...) We nearly got John involved in mud wrestling; in fact, we nearly threw him in. There was him, and I think Paul, who nearly got dumped in the mud. We'd gone in and watched the birds wrestling, throwing one another over, dumping themselves, grabbing hold of their opponents' bra straps and ripping them off and slapping them on the head with it. I said 'I wonder what would happen if John went in?' and 'There's three of us, we'll put him over the top.' But we never actually did it. There were all sorts of weird sex gadgets in the toilets there. We used to look at them and just fall about laughing. 'Oh God, look at the size of that.' All the different things they had there: false dicks, vibrators, everything you can imagine.

The Best Years of the Beatles, Pete Best with Bill Harry (1996)

[lick-me-lennon22]

Drunk!Hamburg!Beatles X Reader Headcanons

(thank you to @lfrom-thestars for this adorable request!! I hope this lives up to your expectations 💞 enjoy!)

The Beatles collectively become a chaotic force of energy when intoxicated, bouncing off of each other with endless jokes and antics

the liveliness of the Hamburg nightlife only fuels their escapades, their raucous laughter cutting through the conversations of other patrons and earning them glares that go unnoticed in their drunken haze

when you receive the call that they've been kicked out of their fourth bar of the night, you spring into action and come to lead your boys home, cutting them off since they're clearly too far gone to make that call on their own

almost immediately, impromptu performances erupt on streetcorners, drawing crowds of curious onlookers who are captivated by The Beatles' drunken melodies

you somehow manage to shoo them away and steer the boys toward a less populated route

as the night progresses, they become more unpredictable and you soon find yourself herding them like four mischievous puppies, ensuring they stick together and don't wander off into the chaos of the city streets

Ringo is the first to stray from the group, becoming distracted by some spray painted street art on the wall of a nearby building

you gently redirect him, taking him by the hand and pointing to something shiny up ahead, his short attention span already shifting focus to the new object

next to wander is Paul, stumbling over to a bronze statue and beginning to chat it up

he uses his best flirting tactics but the statue, being... well... a statue, is unaffected by his charms

you grab his arm and sling it over your shoulder to steady him as you walk him back over to the other three boys, Paul leaving sloppy kisses all over your face in the meanwhile

when you finally shrug him off, confident he can keep up on his own, he redirects his affection to John

John, all the more rowdy and brash when he's had a few too many, takes issue with this and becomes fired up, shoving away Paul (though he only returns for more)

just as John is winding his arm back, preparing to slug his clingy mate, you place yourself between the two men and act as a mediator

you suggest Paul go and pay a visit to Ringo, who is more than happy to accept his attention, and instruct John to take a few deep breaths

when the dust settles on this little spat, things are seemingly going according to plan and you're quickly approaching the hotel

that is until George, who has become increasingly more talkative in his drunken state, decides the silence isn't cutting it and decides to fill it with philosophical musings

you passify him as best you can, nodding and feigning interest in his nonsensical ramblings until the hotel is finally in sight

George makes it all of ten yards from the entrance when he stops suddenly, doubling over and heaving as you hold his hair back for him

thankfully he's too preoccupied to notice John's laughter at his plight and, after a few pats on the back, you make it safely inside and up to the room with a few sympathetic looks from the staff

the next morning as they nurse their hangovers, you dole out aspirins and glasses of water to the boys and order a hearty breakfast to get them back to their old selves as fast as possible

as difficult as it is to keep it to yourself, you refrain from reminding them of the silly antics they pulled last night, letting them recover with their dignity (for now)

as shitty as they feel now, they're still exhilarated by the unforgettable night you all shared together on the vibrant streets of Hamburg, and are forever grateful for your care

[kinsfaun]

The Beatles in Hamburg

[semioticapocalypse]

Astrid Kirchherr. Paul McCartney. Hamburg. 1960

I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk

[mythserene]

HAMBURG I: It's not just that the narrative becomes so ridiculous, it's that as usual all the other evidence we have contradicts it. George talking about punching Stuart. Stuart's letters. The sourcing voids. “The logbook recorded” nonsense, but a few pages before that the “logbook” is long lost, “unfortunately.” It's like Lewisohn forgot his continuity notebook.

But mostly it's the pictures that put the lie to “Stuart was all and Paul was off moping in a corner.” (And incidentally, very jealous of Pete getting all the best birds.)

I'm sorry but give me a fucking break.

One of my favorite AKOM Fine Tuning eps btw

[icriedforthemoon]

It's Them. It's Them against the rest of the world. It doesn't matter who's on the stage with Them, Paul will always search John's face and John will do the same to him. It's always been Them since they were 17, and it will always be Them even years after they broke up. They will write songs to themselves in hope to find each other again, and they will always be remembered as Lennon/McCartney.