#Vox Electric Guitar

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

THE BRITISH RHYTHM & BLUES BOOM PLAYED A VOX PHANTOM -- THE PORTRAIT OF A LEGEND.

PIC INFO: From the "Beat Instrumental" Portrait Gallery -- Spotlight on the late, great Brian Jones (1942-1969), namer, founder, & rhythm guitarist of English rock band THE ROLLING STONES, playing his Vox Phantom "Teardrop" electric guitar, c. 1963-'64.

EXTRA INFO: From the @fundacionclub45 "Beat Instrumental" '60s rock & pop magazine archive. 

Source: www.picuki.com/media/3408259818765005701.

[pinzellaarts]

I love @modtime’s version of Demon Adam

Petition to name Vox x Adam’s ship name ElectricGuitar?

[toddington111]

[guitarblr]

Playing around with this tonight

Pretty sure vox stopped making these Joe satriani pedal a while ago now

[azazelsazaleas]

I bought myself Amplitube 5 as a birthday present to myself about a month ago; and while I’m really enjoying it, it’s having the opposite effect on me than it’s supposed to. Instead of being satisfied that I can now get a wide palette of different guitar sounds, I now really want a giant collection of amps IRL

[rhapsodynew]

The most mysterious tour of the Beatles, from which not a single record remains

The Beatles in London, December 10 or 11,1965

In the mid-60s, the Beatles were a band that was endlessly photographed and videotaped, and fans recorded their every concert on tape recorders.

But in the midst of all this attention, they gave a tour from which not a single movie frame or recorded sound remained. And it was unique in its repertoire.

It happened in December 1965. The band has just released their new album Rubber Soul and the single Day Tripper/We Can Work It Out. Their manager Brian Epstein had planned a big 30-day tour of Britain to promote these releases, but suddenly reduced it to just nine dates. What was the reason for such an unpopular decision?

The four Beatles insisted on it. They already understood that tours did not allow them to develop: at concerts they play the same numbers, but because of the noise of the audience they do it randomly and degrade as musicians.

On December 1, they gathered for a single 8-hour rehearsal at the apartment of assistant Neil Espinall.

After discussing the setlist, we decided to get rid of such downside things as Dizzy Miss Lizzy and Ticket to Ride, but included both sides of the fresh single and two songs from the last album in the program: Nowhere Man and If I Needed Someone are both extremely difficult to perform from the stage.

The next day, Alf Bicknell, the chauffeur, picked them up, loaded seven different guitars into the car: two basses for Paul, two for John and three for George, an electric organ and a drum kit, and the journey began.

At that time, no one could have thought that this was the last British tour of the Beatles.

In front of them, such famous musicians as Moody Blues and The Paramounts (which later turned out to be Procol Harum).

These tours lasted until December 12, the Beatles played two shows every day (18 in total), and in that short time they had a lot of adventures.

On the first night in Glasgow, it turned out that Harrison's amplifier was not working: it did not make a sound during the concert, and only then it was repaired.

The next day, on their way to Newcastle, the Beatles got into a fog, which made them reach the city by the time the concert was already 15 minutes old. On the way to Cardiff, for the last scheduled performance, one of George's guitars fell off the car and was immediately crushed by a passing truck. Harrison barely reassured Alf Bicknell, who was already saying goodbye to his work, that he would do without this tool.

But it wasn't these events that made the tour so unique. It hosted the stage premieres of four new songs. It was only during this mini-tour that We Can Work It Out was performed live. And, most importantly, especially for these shows, the famous Yesterday was arranged in a new way: Paul sang it, accompanying himself on the Vox Continental electric organ. This is evidenced by the numerous memories of the audience and preserved photographs.

But, as mentioned, no recordings or filming of any of the 18 shows of the Beatles' last British tour have yet been discovered. And at the same time, we can safely watch or hear on bootlegs a lot of well-recorded concerts from both the band's previous tour (USA, August 65) and the next (Germany and Japan, June-July 66). Apparently, we will never know how We Can Work It Out and Yesterday sounded from the stage with an electric organ.

Eh... Maybe all is not lost yet, and someone will discover the precious recording tape in another ten or twenty years somewhere in their attic!

[hazsofties]

Vox, Adam, Angel Dust, and Husk Let Gender Neutral Reader Use Them As a Stim Toy (Romantic Or Platonic)

Minors & pro/shippers DNI!

Vox

Vox loves letting you play with his antennas. He adores letting you rub them, wiggle them, or even knock them together. They sometimes spark when you play with them, but it doesn't hurt. The electricity tickles.

He trusts you enough to let you press his buttons. They let off satisfying clicking sounds whenever you do, and often influence what shows on his screen. It can also change his volume or screen brightness.

If you promise to be careful, Vox also lets you play with his claws. He knows you like how they sound clicking together or when they spark.

If you enjoy the sound or sensation, he allows you to clean his screen. It makes a squeaky noise and is extra shiny afterwards.

Vox will gladly let you rhythmically or excitedly pat him, so long as you're careful of his screen.

As long as you're not in public, Vox will let you wiggle his long arms.

Adam

Adam takes it as a source of pride if you like playing with his wings. He allows you to flap them, pet the feathers, and will wrap you up super tight (not painfully) in them if you ask.

His halo can be spun, and, whenever you do this, Adam encourages it and watches in amazement if you manage to make it go super fast.

Adam has some belly fat that he'll gladly let you play, squish, and cuddle with.

Whenever he's wearing his mask, he finds it adorable when you click the horns together or whack them around.

In private, Adam is happy to let you play with the bottom of his robe, spinning it around and ruffling it.

Adam sometimes summons his guitar to allow you to strum or drum on it. He trusts you not to break the strings.

Angel Dust

Angel Dust highly encourages you to play with his fur, from petting it, sorting it, and kneading it. So long as you're not too rough, Angel lays there completely relaxed whenever you give him a lowkey massage through using him as a stim toy.

He likes when you gently squish and rub his body, not making it creepy and instead just appreciating the physical affection in whatever way you and he are most comfortable with.

Having a very flexible body, Angel lets you move and wiggle him around, always finding it charming and often laughing when you do it.

When in private, Angel lets you know it's okay for you to play with the buttons, zippers, and straps of his outfits. He sometimes even intentionally wears outfits with your favorites for this purpose.

While he's not wearing his gloves, he gives them to you so you can feel their texture and stretch them.

Anytime you hold hands, he lets you shake his hand or swing his arm.

Husk

Husk purrs intensely whenever you play with his ears, letting you swivel them around and rub them.

Though Husk usually wouldn't do this with others, he invites you to feel his eyebrows sometimes, wiggling them to tickle your fingers in what he calls "eyebrow kisses".

He finds it relaxing when you gently move his wings, giving them stretches through the movements.

Husk has fluffy and full cheeks that feel similar to a bag of gel, making them fun to jiggle or squeeze when Husk is in a good mood.

Having many patterns on his body, whenever you two are relaxing together, Husk invites you to play with these patterns, ruffling them out of place and then stroking them back together again.

So long as no one else is around to watch, Husk has no issue with you swinging or twirling his tail.

[charliewhaw]

Hazbin Hotel Talent Show

The characters come out, ready to perform in a mandatory talent show hosted by God.

Alastor plays the piano while his shadows play multiple other instruments, including but not limited to, the cello, the violin, the bass, and a drum set.

Vox can't play any instruments. But he can connect a piano into blue tooth and pump some digital ai generated music through it and pretend like he's playing.

Valentino plays the flute. Just some random ass instrument.

Husk? He's more of a cello guy.

Vaggie knows how to play the lyre, but she's not good at it. Surprisingly, she's great at the electric guitar. Adam taught her. But those are bad memories now and she avoids the instrument entirely.

Rosie plays the clarinet. Sure. That's fine. All elegant and shit. What you didn't know is she's also great at death metal drumming!

Charlie can sing screamo. Screeches the likes you've never heard!

Mimzy is a singer, of course. No instruments. Just dancing.

Niffty's got some mad skills on the triangle.

Sir Pentious plays the harpsichord (precursor to the piano).

The eggbois play a mix of bells and maracas. <- One day Pen tried to distract them with bells and maracas, and they went around the hotel making 'beautiful' music. Everyone was shouting at Pen to stop them, but he just stood in the corner, hands clasped and eyes watering at his precious eggbois.

Velvette beat boxes.

Tom Trench plays a vitar (mix between a guitar and a violin).

Katie Killjoy thinks music is a waste of time. She stands there and summarizes everyone's performances instead. They're all shit. Especially Tom's.

Lucifer and his clones come out at the end, each holding a set of bagpipes.

All in all, God regrets this mandatory talent show.

....

God asks about Alastor's furby piano once everyone is gone. After one song, God understands why Alastor got sent to Hell.

[electric-demons-in-love]

Random Vox, Valentino and Velvette headcanons (part 3):

-Velvette really likes Avril Levine and early-2000s pop punk music in general. She’ll often be blasting it out loud in her fashion studio. In terms of more modern artists I feel like she’d enjoy Scene Queen.

-As much as he loves taking Val on extravagant dates to expensive restaurants, Vox’s favourite dates involve seeing a movie then getting food at a 50s-style diner afterward.

-Vox tries to be romantic and cute by sharing a milkshake with him but Val, being his gross self, always sticks his tongue in it to lewdly lick up the cream.

-Valentino enjoys watching talent competitions on TV (like the hell equivalent of Dancing On Ice, the X factor, etc), though mostly because he’s a judgmental bitch and likes to rip into the competitors. Vox actually got him to be a guest judge on a show once and every week he made someone cry (Vox didn’t care because the ratings skyrocketed whenever Val got involved).

-Val doesn’t like horror movies. He doesn’t mind gore but suspense and spooky stories get under his skin. He will watch them though if Vox agrees to let Val cuddle up to him. In comparison Velvette is a horror freak and cheers whenever someone dies gruesomely.

-Honestly before episode four I thought that Velvette’s Love Potion was a perfume. Obviously it isn’t, but I imagine Velvette and Valentino do have their own perfume line.

-Vox has his own energy drink brand called Vroom.

-Whenever Val gets flustered he pulls his hat down over his face. It happens very rarely but when it does Vox will mercilessly tease him about it.

-Vox can’t walk in heels, no matter how much Val and Velvette try to coach him. He will literally trip all over the place. To make up for it Velvette made him a special pair of platform boots.

-Velvette has a private folder on her phone full of unflattering photos of Vox and Val. She often threatens to make them public to blackmail the pair into getting what she wants.

-Vox can play electric guitar. It helps him relieve stress.

-When Val is pissed at Velvette he’ll do extremely petty things such as steal her makeup or doodle over her fashion sketches.

-Val once tried to be romantic by flying Vox over pentagram city using his wings. It was going great until Vox got violently air sick and puked all over Val’s clothes.

-Valentino has a massive collection of vintage porn magazines. They’re displayed on a bookcase in his penthouse and carefully organised. He’s very proud of his collection and will brag about it to anyone who will listen.

-They somehow got their hands on an Asmodeus Crystal and use it for earth trips, complete with human disguises. They don’t go often and when they do it’s only for a short amount of time to not arouse suspicion, so the trips are very special.

-The first time Vox saw Valentino’s human disguise he almost came on the spot.

-One trip involved them visiting Sea World. Vox had the time of his life looking at all the marine animals, Val and Vel had never seen him so genuinely happy as he was that day.

-Every time they go to earth they bring home a souvenir related to what they did. Vox’s favourite is a stuffed shark from the Sea World trip that he keeps in his bedroom, Valentino’s favourite is a tacky necklace Vox won him in an arcade (he often wears it hidden under his coat) and Velvette’s favourite is a collection of photo booth Polaroids they took together.

Part 1 Part 2

[cupidsncheerios]

i love stayed gone as much as the next homo, but there is a part of me that wishes it went more like hell's greatest dad

but just with the instruments

like alastor summons his cool shadow piano and he plays an incredibly fast-paced and impressive solo, but just as he's about to finish you hear a thunderous electric guitar riff, and the camera pans over to...

vox just standing there angrily

he can't play any instruments so he just plays a synth from his head and alastor realizes he's in the world's lamest battle of the bands

[hazbinsillynight]

Radiostatic week 2024

Day 4 : You almost died!

Like every extermination, the Vees were watching the sinners getting slaughtered, and it was fine. Or at least it was until Alastor got hurt badly. Oh boy, Vox wasn't having it. If someone can kill the radio demon, it would be him, not some overgrow chikenlike cocky angel!

At first, everything was alright. Alastor was simply fighting with the angels like the rest of the crew of this stupid hotel. Yes he was fighting with Adam, the leader of the exorcists but it was fine, he was the radio demon! The most powerful Overlord with him should have been okay. Until it wasn’t.

Vox looked at the TV, frozen in place when he saw the radio demon deeply cut in the chest with his micro-cane broken. His voice wasn’t even emitting radio noise anymore. Vox could feel Velvet and Valentino next to him. They were talking to him if he listened to the static noise and muffled exclamations that resonated in his ears.

Then Adam raised his guitar/ax to the radio demon and Vox saw red. With a flash of lightning, he was now in front of the angel leader, piercing his chest with his claws boosted with electricity. Before the angel could even comprehend what was going on the thunder fell on him ten times stronger than it should be. His wings were burned and he was stunned enough for Vox to take the radio demon elsewhere.

He wasn’t stupid, fighting the leader of the exorcist and protecting Alastor at the same time wasn’t something he could do. He grabbed an angelic weapon during his flee, slaughtered a few angels that were trying to prevent his escape, and zapped into the radio studio. There shouldn’t have been any screen here allowing him to zapp in but he somehow found one. It was a small and ancient TV. Eh if the situation weren’t the one they were in now he wouldn’t stop teasing Alastor about it.

The hotel was in ruins, and even the radio studio was in pieces but even if it fell off the building during the attack Vox could still use it as a hiding for both of them.

“Don’t you dare to die on me Alastor! If there is someone that can kill you here it will be me! Not some cocky and stupid angel that came out of nowhere.” The TV Overlord said before cutting the tuxedo of his nemesis to see the damage.

Alastor hasn't reacted since he came to save his ass. Perhaps he fainted, it was hard to tell since he had his eyes open and wasn’t responding to anything, even when he ripped his shirt off.

“Hey, stupid radio! Wake up dammit!” Vox screamed in one of the micros around him, hoping they would still work. Damn, this guy was so weird sometimes.

Suddenly the red demon closed his eyes before opening them again but with more difficulties this time. He looked around him only to stop his eyes on Vox, confused. The other had a needle and some translucid thread in his hands, he looked at him relieved.

“You? What are you doing here stupid TV? I thought you preferred watching us fight than move.” Alastor said with a bitter tone, trying to get up only to be stopped by Vox.

“Wow wow wow. You’re not going anywhere until I fix this nasty cut you got here.” Vox said, pointing at the chest of his rival. “Now bear it, it’ll hurt.” He added before sewing the two edges of the wound together.

Alastor stayed silent, what Vox was doing wasn’t the best but in Hell, the medical furniture wasn't especially the best. He was an Overlord, he healed fast and the thread would help to maintain the wound close the time it was needed.

“So I know this isn’t the best but the thread came from a hospital. I often have to help fix Val for his bullshit so it’s with me all the time.”

“What are you doing here Vox?” Alastor asked again, not sure of the reason the other Overlord had.

The TV Overlord kept silent, the only sound that could be heard in the studio was the static of both the TV and radio. With a heavy sigh, Vox finally started talking.

“You almost died, Alastor. Was I just supposed to watch you die on camera by a stupid angel?”

Alastor remained silent, looking at the other demon, conflicted. Vox looked miserable and he wasn’t even the one who'd been fighting. He was covered with Golden angel blood, his iconic jacket had been torn out and one of his arms was bleeding, as if someone pierced it with a spear. That probably happened.

“I suppose not…” Alastor said, his iconic voice coming back.

Vox smiled when he heard his rival speaking on the radio again. He was safe, he was okay and now he roasted this stupid angel, the princess and her father should be able to kick his ass correctly.

“I’m just glad you’re safe.”

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

LIVE & LOUD IN THE "CITY OF LIGHT" -- "PSYCHOCANDY" ACROSS THE ENGLISH CHANNEL.

PIC(S) INFO: Mega spotlight on Scottish alternative/indie rock band THE JESUS AND MARY CHAIN, during the band's "Psychocandy" era, c. 1985, performing live in Paris, France. 📸: Luke Hayes.

Source: www.picuki.com/media/3341626950362283808.

[morty-witch]

Vox x F!PopStar!Reader

A/N: Hello! This is my first ever fanfiction on tumblr and first ever fanfiction i wrote fully in english and i went kinda crazy with this prologue and went WAYYY over the signs limit. I will publish it in few parts and i'll link other parts to this one. Ily guys and i hope you enjoy it <3 This story will have few chapters, because i got a lot of ideas for it WARNINGS: Language, cursing, swearing, Valentino being Valentino, emotionally abusive boyfriend, mentions of cult, mentions of d3ath Y/N: YOUR NAME S/N: STAGE NAME

PROLOGUE 1 PROLOGUE PART 2 PROLOGUE PART 3

stop, you're losing me

PAST

Y/N and Vox got to know each other during their first days in hell. She was innocent, lovely doll in his eyes, even though she was in hell for a reason. She was practicing witchcraft, occultism, whatever you’d call it. That’s also how she died - she got killed by fanatics of different beliefs. Vox on the other hand was her prince charming. She adored every single thing about him and was fully commited to their relationship or whatever it was. He enjoyed how she played piano or guitar in their apartment while he was working, she was happily breaking the silence with her self-written songs practicing them to then sing it in some shabby restaurants. And everything was going well, Y/N thought she got someone to spend her hellish torment with, until everything went downhill and “forever” she wished for fell apart. ”Doll, i adore you, i really do, but what the fuck are you even thinking?” Vox asked, while looking at her notebook full of songs. “I know you like music and i never had anything against you having a little creative freedom and fun, but pursuing it as a career? Really?” he asked, visibly tired of this. For a second he thought he should never even allow her sing her little songs in those bars for little money, but that was making her happy and everytime she was coming home, he enjoyed seeing how energized and recharged she was. Little did he knew, that music was strongest medium of her power. ”I know what are you thinking, but music really will be worth the wait. I just need more…” she started, but then he just laughed annoyed. ”More what? Money? Time? What do you need this time?” asked, leaning his back on the countertop. Girl opened her lips to answer. They had this conversation way too many times, but every single time Y/N was enough of a good girl, she just apologized and they just came back to their everyday routine, but that time she was prepared to fight him, if she had too. ”Time. I need… More time. I got plan! I-I” She stuttered. YN got anxious just by seeing her lover in this state. As she was about to start explaining everything to her, as she took a deep breath, he snapped. “For fucks sake, Y/N, we are in fucking hell, nobody really cares about your cute little songs. Focus on making contracts and gaining power, not… this” his hands were moving violently and then he just took her notebook and burned it with one spark of electricity. That was it. She had enough. She looked at him with teary eyes and then just walked out, leaving her phone in their apartment, so he wouldn’t know where to find her. He called and cursed her name, said she was overreacting, but she was in amok, she heard nothing excepr for blood running through her vains and her heart pounding heavily like it was about to jump out of her chest. That was last time they spoke.

PRESENT

“Get ready you fuckers we have to be on the stadium in like 30 minutes” Velvette yelled, waiting for other Vee’s to get out of their rooms ready. She got them concert tickets for one of the biggest tours all around the Hell. This artist has been trending for years already and this is her first tour after longer break and it was all around social media. It was indeed a big event, so Velvette had to be there, as she is hells biggest trendsetter and influencer if she wouldn’t be there, what kind of influencer would she be? ”You can as well go without us if you are in such a hurry” Said Vox, walking out of his bedroom wearing white turtleneck and a blazer. Velvette rolled her eyes up annoyed with him and focused on her phone once again. “Please, tell me again why you want me and Val out of all people to go with you?” sighed “isn’t your bodyguard enough of a big strong man to make you feel safe? Not to mention you would do just fine on your own” he said, then looked at Valentino walking out of his room. ”I did not want to go alone, there will be a lot a lot of sinners, good way to earn contacts and meet someone useful. And Val wanted to do some scouting, because apparently he needs some fresh meat or whatever” she said, then decided to add “Also i thought about offering her a collaboration, because we need to grow in different directions and to be honest she has most influence in the entertainment field” Velvette explained and when Vox tried to speak, she hushed him “Yes, even more influence than you. She is everywhere”. ”Weird i never heard of her” he said with his typical annoying smirk, but Velvette just brushed it off. ”You are just not a man of culture, Voxxy, she has been in the industry for years” Valentino took a puff of gis cig. ”and i can barely hear you listening anything except for old Alastor broadcasts” Velvette joked and moth chuckled this comment, while Vox got angry and started explaining to them that he is just getting to know his enemy. So basically he’s only way to justify it was saying he’s preparing himself to next diss battle.

They all got to the place in silence. Well… Kind of. Valentino bitching about Angel Dust moving out (as always) broke the silence, but other than that, nobody else spoke anything except “mhm”, “really?”, “woah” without even paying attention to whatever moth said. Velvette had a backstage pass, she got it from manager of the tonights star. ”Vees! You are just in time, guys. (S/N) is about to enter stage in few minutes” welcomed them the mentioned manager. Eddie was a powerful hellborn - no matter how ridiculously it sounds, she indeed had a lot of contacts and connections in all of the hell. She may not be strong, but her greatest power is who she knows and one word from her was enough to make a specific demon or even an overlord vanish. “Velvette, darling, you are looking absolutely stunning, (Y/N) would absolutely love working with you” woman said, walking through the backstage with Vees. Vox felt a knot in his stomach when he heard this name. He have not heard it in years. He tried to look for her first years, but he couldn’t find her anywhere, especially without the phone, so he gave up looking for her. ”(Y-Y/N)? Who is this?” He asked, trying to clear his mind. Maybe its not my (Y/N) he thought. ”It’s her concert, you dumbass. But she uses (S/N) because it’s more catchy and looks better on album covers. More aesthetic or some shit” Velvette explained, turning back to Eddie and talking about business, while Valentino was looking around, eyeing some young, pretty hellborns and sinners working there. ”What are those pretty things~” he purred and smiled mischiviously. Vox rolled his eyes, but stayed quiet. It probably is someone else, it’s not like she was the only person in hell with this name, right? he asked himself in thoughts

“Alright, my dear, here you go, wear those bracelet, it will keep your energy and power safe and you may take your sits” Eddie handed them all a silver bracelet. Vox just looked at the thing in confusion. Keeping energy safe? Why in the sweet Satan ass would he need to do that? He wore it anyway, but still… Was a little confused. Velvette thanked Eddie and they just exchanged quick “see ya” and overlords left, going straight to their sits. Velvette got the ones quite in the front, since she wanted to see everything. Y/N was known for being quite the performer and everyone in hell was saying her concerts are the experience of a lifetime. PROLOGUE PART 2

PROLOGUE PART 3

[toddington111]

[dylidali]

was talking about music with yellow and thought of something interesting

so this on simon's face is a sine wave. it's the symbol of the apex, and it's also the wavetype that was on amelia's conductor suit thingy.

there are multiple types of waves in audio, here's the most common:

sine, square, triangle, and sawtooth. sine waves are known as the "natural wave" in part because natural sounds are made from sine waves. square, triangle, and sawtooth waves don't occur in nature, from what i understand. i think this can be connected to the apex's worldview. the apex prioritize 'natural' (i.e. not made by the train) beings above all else.

moreover, simon's motif in the book 3 soundtrack is an electric guitar. while acoustic guitars produce sound in a sine wave, electric guitars are often distorted in unnatural ways, for example, into becoming a square wave.

i think there's some interesting symbolism here. simon starts off as a "natural" kid, but grew obsessed with power and influence on the train. as he did, his number rose to the point that he was unnatural. even if he wanted to get off the train, it would take years and years for him to do so, making him almost like a denizen. it distorted his humanity in the view of the train, much like an amplifier distorting a sine wave.

i also think there's some symbolism in the fact that grace was represented by the electric guitar as well in the first half of the season, but nearing the end her motif changes to vox synths. not only is she separating herself from simon and regaining her own sense of identity, but she goes from being represented by a "natural" (acoustic) instrument mimicking an artificial (electric) one to an artificial (electric) instrument mimicking an acoustic one. i think there's a sense of irony in all of this.

[crepesuzette2023]

“To the best of our ability Paul!”: The Paperback Writer session [and fashion show]

By Johnny Dean. From: The Beatles Book Monthly, Issue 35. June 1966.

As we walked down the corridor towards E.M.I.’s No. 2 studio (where else would one go when sitting-in on a Beatles recording session), the commissionaire pointed out to us that the boys were in No. 3 instead. So we made our way back to the front of the building and as we approached the studio door, the red light went on—which meant that they were recording. So we waited for them to finish. Three minutes later we walked in.

On entering the studio, we found John and Paul surrounded by a mass of equipment—most significant of all, were their new massive amplifiers. Paul was clad in his distinctive casual recording gear of black trousers, black moccasin-type shoes, white shirt with fawn stripes, a black sleeveless pullover and to top it all orange—tinted specs. John sported green velvet trousers, a blue buttoned up wool vest and black suede boots.

The basic track of "Paperback Writer" had been recorded the previous day, and now John and Paul were working out a detailed backing. Paul was perched on a stool thumbing away at a red and white Rickenbacker guitar, (moving with the music as he does on stage) whilst the Iyrics boomed through the studio speakers—so we were very honoured at being the first to hear their new single besides George Martin and of course, the Beatles.

We then spotted Ringo's head behind the screen in the far corner—he was playing chess with Neil. So we walked over. "Who's winning?", I asked. "Neil's the expert”, Ringo replied, and went back to the chess board to concentrate on how to get his king out of danger from an attack by Neil's bishop and castle.

The music stopped. George Martin came into the studio from the control room to have a tete-a-tete with Paul as to what they could do to improve the backing.

"What are you trying to do with this one?", I asked Paul. "Have you heard the lyrics?", came the reply. "Yes, I think it's very unusual”. "The trouble is", said Paul,"That we've done everything we can with four people, so it's always a problem to ring the changes and make it sound different. That's why we have got all these guitars and equipment here." That must have been the understatement of the year, because the studio was littered with pianos, grand pianos, amplifiers, guitars, percussion instruments, and other odd bits and pieces which were strewn over the studio floor.

The studio was sectioned-off with brown canvas screens and what seemed like thousands of black cables running from the amps and other electrical equipment to the control room over the heavily marked wooden floor. To stop the echo, E.M.I. have covered some of the floor with old carpets.

The big heavy sound-proof door which stops any of the noise of the outside world seeping into the studio, burst open, and in strolled George looking very elegant in his Mongolian lamb fur coat with black cap and oblong metal specs.

He was obviously on top of the world and bubbling over with enthusiasm, ready to record a dozen numbers. He threw his coat along side Paul's fur jacket and got down to work out the backing with John and Paul.

John, George and George Martin huddled round Paul, who was seated at the piano trying to work out a bass bit, before asking George Martin to play it. John leaned on the piano while he listened to Paul's ideas for a while. Then he picked up his orange Gretsch guitar and proceeded to pick away at it. At the same time Paul transferred to a Vox organ.

Although John and Paul were both working on the song together, it was originally Paul's idea. He asked the engineer to play it back at half speed so that John and George could do some vocal bits.

They were now all set to go. George Martin gave the O.K. The recording light went on and the basic sound track was played back through the "cans" they each had clamped over their heads. They did several takes. John and George hit some very high notes, but their voices kept cracking. "I don't think I can make it" said George, "unless I have a cup of tea. Where’s Mal?”

Right on cue at the end of the fourth take Mal emerged into the studio laden with tea, biscuits and something very special—toast and strawberry jam. Everything was immediately dropped and a sudden swoop was made on the toast and jam. Ringo, who was still in the corner trying to work out his next move, only got one piece of toast, so Mal offered to make another batch as it had proved so popular.

Meanwhile Beatles Book photographer Leslie Bryce was clicking away.

After the toast and jam had been devoured it was back to work. Paul suddenly got an inspiration he dived across to the piano and started playing bits of "Free Jacques" he was highly delighted at the thought of having it in the new single.

"O.K. let's try it", said George Martin. So John and George gathered round the mike and off they went. But it was a false start. Paul's head appeared over the top of the piano and he queried "Did you come in at the right place?". "We can't hear it properly" , said John, "anyway I thought that was the end of it.” George promptly told him it was the beginning!

After they had finished taping these bits, the tracks were played back into the studio while everyone listened in silence. George Martin was the first to speak-"I think that the best thing we've added are the 'Frere Jacques’ bits. Ringo who had finally beaten Neil at a game of chess by check-mating him in several brilliant moves involving a queen, a bishop and a castle, said that he thought John and Paul sounded as though they were singing through water! Highly uncomplimentary, so Paul then made for the organ once again and started to work out a sound which resembled that of Scottish bag pipes.

John then came swooping across the studio and shouted out—“You've got it. You've got it". Paul then started dum-dee-dumming away at everyone else—it was just like a scene from "My Fair Lady”!

George Martin appeared over John's shoulder and said "I see what you mean”. Paul announced that someone else should play it—meaning George Martin. John and George then went back to their mikes and added the vocals over the top.

After the first track Paul looked over the top of the piano and asked John and George if they were singing it right.

George turned round, lowered his glasses to the tip of his nose and looked down at Paul in a typical school-masterish fashion and said "To the best of our ability Paul!" And so the boys went on getting the sound that you will hear on "Paperback Writer”.

It was a long session. It took something like ten hours to record because the Beatles insisted on sticking at it until they were completely satisfied that they can do no more.

When you listen to "Paperback Writer" bear in mind what went on beforehand to achieve this really great sound, and I'm sure you'll appreciate it all the more.

"The very first shot of Paul we took when we arrived in the studio." (Photo by Leslie Bryce)

"Paul's hit on something. Waving his 'ciggie' he dee-dums his way through the bit he's just thought up while George sings with him." (Photo by Leslie Bryce)

Ringo's chess pieces and John's green velvet trousers. (Photos by Leslie Bryce)