#Paul McCartney's arse

[waveofahand]

"Well then, here's my arse!"

I don't know who took this picture -- it could have been anyone hanging around the set of Help! But it occurs to me that Paul has purposely lifted his backside for the photographer. I mean, Ringo is turned toward John, who is out of it. Paul is not engaged with either of them, so why be positioned that way? FURTHERMORE, the ground is damp and you can see exactly where his ass had been resting moments earlier, and the damp mark on his jeans. I'm imagining Paul spying someone with a camera and saying, "Here's me glorious arse, because I know you love it!" Then again, he could as easily have lifted it to tease anyone -- Eleanor, Jane... George... Li'l slut.

[sgtpeppers]

Get Back (2021): Day Four - Tuesday 7th January, 1969 "Ever since Mr. Epstein passed away, it's never been the same."

[franklyimissparis]

thinking about paul mccartney calling john lennon a delicious broth of a boy

[thewalrusespublicist]

Two of Us Play: Thoughts or 'This Could Mean Nothing: The Play'

I saw Two of Us and I have thoughts. and feelings. Frustrated feelings.

What I liked: the mental health angle, the details, the research, the bones of the story and the acting for the most part (good actors, poor direction basically).

What I didn't like: First off the script needs work. At the minute it plays more as a spot the reference rather than one coherent story. This doesen't feel like convo between friends but a recap of Beatles lore with no train of thought that gets satisfyingly resolved and whilst hitting off the movie beats rather than building to them. The pay off feels less like a cathartic journey and more 'cool it's Mclennon I guess..'. Next the chemistry is off, the two leads don't feel like platonic soulmates/best frenemies and they don't fly off of each other as John and Paul did. Instead the energy is super low, even in their heightened fight scenes it doesn't feel like two people duking it out. There's no screaming and shouting, it's like two old but never that close friends going from awkward to semi awkward and back again repeatedly without ever hitting any moments of sizzling connection. This I think is partially to do with the 'nice Paul' characterization, which please lord can it end! Let our beloved alpha bitch be beloved and alpha bitchy, it's good for his skin AND MORE REAL.

I think the chemistry/energy problem is linked though to the main problem and the elephant in the room: the 'latent' homosexuality. Latent is probably the best word for it, but that's only because of the play's fear of its own implications. To be clear, with a slightly more daring director unafraid of the material, the latent would be BLATANT. The dialogue is BLATANT. John's wordplay is loaded with suggestion: 'best fuck you've ever had', 'you should have married me' and there's a closeness when they are singing on the piano which was 👀👀. The 'I love Paul' badge is also there with a 'lucky Paul' comment that COULD have built to a potentially interesting character moment. But they just fly over these bits like they haven't been said. The candlelight dinner as well that John puts on for Paul is by its nature loaded, as is John offhandedly calling him 'my love' when fiddling with the stereo during that scene.It's so casual that it feels like an accidental slip on John's part. But nothing is made of this, no pause, shift in the air, comments, nothing. This was the worst with the KISS which was initiated by John and yes, way way way too long for it to mean nothing and the Epstein jokes are completely omitted. Its a wild moment, but the play can't seem to handle what they've just laid down so just ... skates past it. Its like HAHA WEIRD RIGHT THEY JUST KISSED ANYWAY ROOF SCENE.

But the implications also aren't consistent as the whole thing is too attached to the 'Paul is a jilted victim' angle. It's Paul who is jealous of Yoko, but save a line about being surprised about Linda, John seems neutral (weird considering its JOHN making the overtures and was IRL not Linda's biggest fan). The ending is the strangest for this. They have the SNL thing like in the movie but it's weirder as Paul is CRYING. OBVIOUSLY CRYING. CAN HEAR AUDIBLY FROM A DISTANCE CRYING. The whiplash of John throwing down these implications and suggestions to just ... nonchalantly giving a hand grip goodbye and ignoring Paul's tears after going on this whole journey together is WEIRD and makes him look like a user and a selfish, insensitive prick. Like bestie your bestie is crying you can call Yoko back??? Also the end is meant to be a love you to both each other and their wives but Paul's is clearly to mostly John and John's feels mostly to Yoko. It's not a good look on John and its not a good look on his relationship with Yoko (yh John could free himself from the prison he's made for himself and was about to but the darn Yoko pull is just too strong guys). Again this would be sort of sad but fine if it was Paul making the overtures or there were no overtures but it isn't and there are! John is both the mooning would be romancer and the unavailable ex. Once again nuance and coherency (as well as Paul and Linda!) are sacrificed for the traditional John and Yoko angle. Wholeheartedly, it feels like there has been a layer of implication added onto the script, a layer which means that the original elements of the script would need to change to work but they haven't done it so you have this Frankenstein's monster of a traditionalist narrative fused with loaded suggestion.

So yeah, I think the whole thing had a lot of potential as a play but the script needs an overhaul, the actors need better chemistry and if you are going to go there, for gods sake GO THERE.

[javelinbk]

Paul McCartney returning to the Plaza Hotel from the Peppermint Lounge, 9th February 1964 - part one (part two)

[sword-swallower-pin]

I was listening to John's demo of now and then and I just know that if they'd left in the more explicitly romantic parts of the song (that 'sweet darling' line) none of these male journalists would feel comfortable saying it was about Paul. Like because the new version is just vague enough they can write screeds about their 'very intense and tempestuous' (but non-sexual!) relationship but if there was any hint of romantic feelings no one would be saying shit.

I understand its controversial but I don't get how as a journalist you could look at the facts of the situation: A man who has been rumoured since the 60s (and in fact confirmed by his wife) to be bisexual, writing a deeply tender song yearning for the presence of his former best friend (whom he got married 8 days apart from) and not have any instinct to question if there was anything deeper going on there.

Realistically I know its because Paul's still here and he wouldn't approve but man it's just frustrating to feel like you're still crazy even when highly respected mainstream publications are filled with conclusions you and hundreds of other people came to when you where teenaged girls.

[beatlepaul4ever]

The link won’t post for me, but someone on Twitter is firing on all cylinders tonight.

They’ve undressed Macca.

[mydaroga]

However, when I was a kid, living on the outskirts of Liverpool, I didn't know [National Service would be abolished] so I had to be prepared. In my mind I would imagine myself with a bayonet, because that was the symbol of it all, and imagine myself running someone through, and I thought, Jesus Christ! That is not going to be easy. Fuck me! What's the look on his face going to be like if I do it? Having quite a vivid imagination, I'd follow all that shit through. So when I went out into the woods, I thought I'd better get some practice in. So I thought, Frogs. That'll do, because all my mates killed frogs anyway. They used to blow them up sticking a straw up their ass. That was the way to kill a frog. I didn't fancy that, I thought that was a little bit pervy. I thought a straightforward killing with a bash, hold the legs and just smash 'em on me head. You feel that you've got to learn to kill, like a farmer's boy who grows up and learns to kill that goose and wring that chicken's neck. But I didn't have the farm, so there was no other way to learn.

I felt very conscious that I was going to shit out completely when this National Service arrived. I was going to be one of the guys who said, 'Sorry, sir, I'm a pacifist, I can't kill,’ and I'd have to go to jail. I was in a dilemma in my mind. So I used to kill these frogs. There was a spot in the woods where there was some barbed wire and I used to stick 'em on the barbs of the wire. I had quite a little gallery. I used to call 'em Johnny Rebs, these were the rebels from the Civil War. I had six or seven of them, and I remember taking my brother down there once. He was completely horrified.

Paul McCartney, Many Years From Now

Yes, it's the infamous frog killer Paul McCartney story but that's a bit more context here I think is essential. Other versions include the National Service anxiety but not,I think, this pronounced. He got into his head that he was going to get in trouble, possibly with the law, if he couldn't 'be a man' about it.

[beatlepaul4ever]

Ummm that arse of his isn’t normal.

paul mccartney daily affirmations

[waveofahand]

On Paul “going commando”

There are a number of photographs of Paul McCartney that prove not only did the boy like his inseams high and tight but that he also went without drawers quite a lot. Possibly, this is because he wore his pants so tight there was no room for them, but I’ve often thought, well, that’s not terribly sanitary or thoughtful to the wardrobe people. Still. It really does look to me like the only time he dependably wore underwear was when filming movies. Probably was forced to. 

I’m going to share several pics that bear out my thinking but this one first. Because it surprised me. This is 1965, as they were getting into their suits for the Shea Stadium concert. One of the Beatles must held up a camera -- knowing Paul’s proclivities -- and dared him to disrobe for it. Paul seems to dare them right back. “Go ahead, take the pic, I dare ya!” A game of chicken, so to speak.

At first glance, one thinks he’s unzipped and showing off his tighty whitey. But... on closer inspection, one sees that... oh... something has been WHITED OUT in that picture! You can confirm it because part of his middle fingertip is also under the white. 

Just look UNDER the white smears (which are NOT fabric, but drawn in). You can see the human flesh beneath. 

And there you have it. Whoever dared him, got the full frontal treatment. Paul McCartney clearly had no insecurities about his manhood. A few more “commando” shots where we see no indication of a brief line -- or that there was room for underpants: 

The jury is out o this one. There MIGHT be a faint pantyline... maybe.

Jury is also out on this one. I think he’s commando. Thoughts? 

FINALLY! A CLEAR PANTY LINE! And it looks like they needed to add a side panel to fit it! 

Ridiculous, beautiful, nasty commando boy. I know people call him “the most baby of all times” (and I think that’s probably right) but some others call him a “slut” and... well... I’m going to just say he’s a man comfortable in his own skin, probably promiscuous, who liked to get himself teased a little with his own frictions throughout the day.  One more for posterity. Or... posteriority! 

[franklyimissparis]

paul mccartney’s immovable heterosexual object vs john lennon’s unstoppable homosexual force

[thewalrusespublicist]

Kill them with your mind George.

[beatlepaul4ever]

That should read: Well endowed pert and bouncy-arsed English musician, singer, songwriter, and composer Paul McCartney records the Lennon-McCartney composition ‘Thingumybob’ with the Black Dyke Mills Band in Saltaire, City of Bradford, West Yorkshire, 30th June 1968.

English musician, singer, songwriter, and composer Paul McCartney records the Lennon-McCartney composition ‘Thingumybob’ with the Black Dyke Mills Band in Saltaire, City of Bradford, West Yorkshire, 30th June 1968.

[beatlepaul4ever]

“Here comes the sun, George, look!”

[franklyimissparis]

[beatlepaul4ever]

Paul’s peach keeps popping up