Did he talk much about the Beatles?
All the time.
Did he feel like it was a weight on him?
No, he absolutely loved it. I used to have a little Sony blaster that I would put up… It’s funny because now I do my fucking mix through a Bose wave radio, but then it was a Sony blaster. A fairly good one. And if you sounded good in there, everything was right. And one day in a few moments when nothing was going on, he would put on WNYW FM and listen to the radio. He loved to listen.
And when a Beatles song came on the radio, he would tell you everything about that session. Everything that happened. He never had a problem talking about how much he loved that band. And how much he loved those guys. He was a little annoyed at George, because George had written a book and he didn’t mention John much in the book, at that time. But he felt that that would come around.
But his love for that band. Phenomenal. It was great. It was what you hoped he would be like.
He loved them as much as everyone loved them. Did he ever discuss why they never reunited, or why they had those near-misses? Well you know he and Paul were already in the process. This Ringo album I think was going to be big.
That could have been a big stepping stone?
Yeah.
Did you ever see them together, any of them?
No. But I know that Paul was up at the Dakota.
Did they jam together?
I don’t know. All I know is that Paul was preparing stuff for Ringo’s album.
—Jack Douglas, producer of John Lennon's Double Fantasy and Milk and Honey albums [x]
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“This was surprisingly fun.”
“Surprisingly?” Charles asks, but he’s smiling. He’s glad Max had fun, even if he lost.
Max laughs. “It is surprising, at least to me.”
“For me too,” Charles admits, cupping the back of his neck. “That’s not strange, I think, we never hung out before.”
“That’s because you hated me, but I finally managed to wear you down.” Max teases, eyes turning into half-moons.
Charles giggles. “You did, it just took you a while.”
Max shrugs. “Worth it, though,” He says casually. “Kid me would have been ecstatic.”
He pauses. “He would be?”
“Of course. I always wanted to be your friend.”
“I—,” Heat creeps up his neck. “Oh. I did not know that. I thought you hated me.” Too.
Max gives him a strange look. “No? You made me angry sometimes, but that never lasted long, and it was never bad enough for me to hate you.”
Charles opens his mouth, but no words come out. His face feels like it’s on fire.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Max’s hand comes to rest on his shoulder. “You’re allowed to feel different, I know you didn’t like me much, that’s fine.”
To kid Charles, Max’s kindness would’ve come as a surprise. To him now, all he can do is wonder why he ever thought otherwise. “It feels childish now, you were never mean to me.” You just beat me, he thinks, childishly, like that makes sense.
“But I beat you,” Max replies, easily, and maybe it does make sense. “It’s what I like about you anyway, and that’s why I wanted to be friends with you.”
He gives him a dull look. “Because you beat me?”
Max snorts unattractively, smile returning. Charles can’t look away. “No, mate, because of your drive to win. Losing wasn’t good enough for you then, or now. I felt the same. I guess I wanted to be friends with someone who I thought understood.” His voice turns soft at the end, shy.
“That’s… sweet,” Or cute… There’s no other way to describe it. “I’m happy that we’re friends now, though.”
“Does that mean I’m allowed to call you Charlie?” Max says, and he’s joking, but it makes Charles duck his head down in embarrassment.
“I’d like that.” He mumbles, and Max’s smile brightens.
“Okay then, Charlie, I had a lot of fun hanging out, we should do it again some time. I’ll see you in Austin, yeah?”
“Yeah, of course. I’ll see you there!”
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