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Wednesday, 9 July 2014

9 Newcastle Road, Liverpool: for a kickoff.


A number of readahs have written to ask if this nonsense is finally, and not before time, over. The answer is no, but it is on hiatus, as I put what little energy I have into other stuff for a while. When will it re-start? I know not, but rest assured if I receive anything sufficiently interesting in the meantime I'll be sure to post.
In the mean-meantime, here's a little pic of where, for our boy at any rate, it all began: the kitchen at 9, Newcastle Road, near Penny Lane.
I was lucky enough to visit this place when it was for sale recently, tagging along with an interested party (ahem). The house was atmospheric in the extreme - refreshingly unrefurbished, vintage wallpaper, bare floorboards etc. And the kitchen, where one day Fred and Julia utilised the floor for a spot of you know wot, with the result being you know who, likewise.
Anyway, not with a whimper, but a bang, I leave ye for now.
Thanks, as ever, to Mr L for the pic.

Friday, 25 April 2014

Kenwood: summer, 1968.


Too busy to post recently, but I'll gladly make time for these rather wonderful pics. This must be pretty close to the Two Virgins night - there are other photos circa then showing John in almost identical garb, post-India, happy/sad, who knows? These girls got a glimpse of Kennie, went inside, and particularly remember the smell of the place - John burnt incense non-stop, and would have returned from the sub-continent laden with the stuff.
But here they are outside the front door, a fantastic little moment in time:


Huge thanks to Christine (whose pictures these are) for her generosity in allowing me to post, and to Trish, and Julian Carr for sorting it out.
(These haven't been seen before, and are used with permission - please don't re-post without it. I just know I can trust you people!)

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Tittenhurst: ca. 1969.


More from Bravo: Tittenhurst shortly after John & Yoko moved in. Above, the front door (later famously featured in the Imagine promo), below a detritus laden ground floor room:


Regulah readahs will no doubt spot a few familiar items. I can only be arsed to point one out, in case the former receptionist at Apple to this day wonders who nicked that painting:


Many thanks yet again to Sara from MTBFR.

Monday, 10 March 2014

Kenwood: Les Anthony.


Ah yes. Kenwood. The ostensible subject of this blog. Remember, anybody? Anybody? Anybody?
A splendid shot of Les Anthony, Lennon chauffeur, as ye will surely know, in front of Kenwood "mit Ringo's Facel Vega", apparently.
And here is that very "auto", then unt nau:


The new Kennie pic from the pages of Bravo, courtesy of MTBFR's Sara Schmidt. Thanks Sara.

Kingsley Hill party: 27th/28th May, 1967.


Kenny Everett's contemporary account of the fabled housewarming/Pepper launch party at Kingsley Hill is laced with fascinating detail, not to mention sly references to "joss sticks". It also throws up (and I use the term advisedly) a couple of questions. The schwing-ding is famous in Beatle-watching circles for (at least) 2 reasons - Cynthia's nightmarish acid meltdown, culminating in an aborted suicidal leap from a top floor window, and Paul's non-appearance, causing Brian to drape himself over a piano (or some such), declaiming melodramatically,"That he didn't come, on this day of all days." Palpable nonsense.
Actually, at least one of these may in fact have been palpable, as I say, etc.. The party has hitherto been dated Sunday 28th May, thus explaining Paul's absence: on that date he had to pick Jane up from London airport, returning as she was from her State-side theatre run.
Now, Kenny (and let's not forget this was written shortly after the event) explicitly contradicts this: he not only dates it to Saturday 27th, but also places Paul very much at the party, clad in "wild ascot tie" amongst other things.
Explanation?
I dunno - maybe there was another party that Paul didn't attend, and memories of the two have somehow become conflated over the years. Maybe Paul really didn't appear, and his absence was covered up (ie someone asked Ken to pretend that Paul had been there (which seems far-fetched)). Or maybe someone mis-remembered Paul's absence, and this is another example of a "fact" that never was.
It should be noted that, with it being a Beatle party in the summer of 1967, almost everyone was toasted on Owsley, amongst other things; it's amazing that anyone can remember anything whatsoever about goings on, so perhaps the last explanation makes most sense.
Kenny later went into rather more explicit detail regarding events, including the, frankly, excessive quantities of puke involved. Lovely stuff indeed.


It's also "innaresting" to note the references to "Cynth", who not only displays an "acres-of-teeth" smile, but also manages to make chit-chat about ongoing renovation at Kenwood (which needn't, of course, contradict her account of events). At one point, too, it's John who appears at a top floor window. Palpable etc.


From the pages of quarterly publication Teen Datebook, published November 1967. As usual, scanned in hi-res, so download and zoom to read.

Monday, 24 February 2014

Derek Taylor: More Degs and Jack.

From the pages of Cheetah magazine, January 1968. Degs is held in high regard round these parts, and it's always great to see some "new" Fabs-related verbiage from him; so, a couple of pages and a long lost night from the first US tour, scanned by Richard Morton Jack of most excellent Flashback/Galactic Ramble fame, and all thanks to him for so doing. D & z, friends, d & z.

Friday, 21 February 2014

24 Chapel Street: Sgt Pepper shindig.


19th May, 1967: 24 Chapel Street. The evening party for Pepper chez Eppy was a two-part affair - first, assorted photographers were given some time to do their respective thang as ver Fabs posed with and without a handy copy of the new album. After a bit, the snappers were ushered out (pausing to take a few shots by the front door), and the Beatles returned to eat, drink and chat with various journalists.
To wit, Ray Coleman's contemporary piece, bits of which I've seen quoted before, but not the whole caboodle. Ray felt that John was out of it, and yer know wot? He might just have been right.
Download and zoom in to read:


Brian was, in fact, mid-way through a stay at the Priory, attempting once again to dry out, but made it to the party all the same. Other contemporary reports have him leaving early in order to head down to Kingsley Hill (see posts passim), but in fact it was back to the clinic. However, his famous eye for detail was clearly still intact; the story goes that he had 100 1oz solid silver coins cast to hand out at the party, and also to give to Nems employees and other favoured folk. One of these was found amongst his personal effects in the immediate interval post mortem:


George too left early - some scribbler pissed him off. Grumpy.

Monday, 17 February 2014

321 West 44th St NYC: Record Plant East, 1974.


¿Qué pasaba New York? In the good old 1970s, the Record Plant East at 321 West 44th Street was what was happening; it was John's studio of choice for much of his solo career. When the weather was clement, up on the roof he'd scoot, and so these splendid (and little seen)(by me at any rate) pics came to pass.
The studio itself is long gone, of course, but the building remains, having been recently recast as an office complex (and thus affording the opportunity for a spot of "then unt nau").
In the 40 years since etc, Midtown has become ever richer, with the "3-R's" (re-development, re-re-development and re-re-ohshutupimmediately) much in evidence - note the Uris Building (now the Paramount Plaza) looming in 1974, a little dwarfed cum 2014 (if you'll excuse the expression)(also note the also re-developed roof):


Another angle...:


...this time with the huge Milford Hotel as a backdrop; again, here's almost the exact same spot 40 years on:


Tammy's ever excellent blog featured the colour variant a while back, but I hadn't seen the black and white one before:


Likewise with these; the right hand John was on Tammy (as it were), but etc.:


Of course, the Record Plant East was also John's final studio - he overdubbed guitar for Yoko's Walking On Thin Ice here on the evening of December 8th, 1980.

Sunday, 9 February 2014

Kenwood: December 2nd, 1968.


The Hard Rock Cafe has (or should that be have?) put up the complete unedited tapes of the December 2nd 1968 interview done at Kenwood, together with a fascinating audio reminiscence by Maurice Hindle (the interviewer) in which he recalls in detail the circumstances of his meeting with John at the titular abode, together with transcripts and a couple of explanatory essays.

Lovely stuff indeed. Go HERE to gerrit.

Thursday, 30 January 2014

The Beatles: 160 Intimate Questions.


A word to the wise: though these date from early '64, and are therefore more likely to have some authentic Fabs input, fan mags were churning guff out at speed in vast quantities during the peak years of worldwide mania, often by making little or nothing go a very long way indeed. As Alan Partridge might put it, a lie is a lie.
However, there is enough authentic detail (e.g. the names of John's half-sisters) sprinkled throughout these questionnaires to allow that, give or take some translation into Americanese for the "market", ver lads did indeed respond thusly. Note, amongst other things, John's Kenwood-anticipating response to the question re. where he'd like to live, and George's description of first meeting Paul.
Download 'em for a readable view (you'll need to zoom in), and, for once, no further guff from me, thank ye very much.



The Magickal Childe: 35 West 19th Street, Manhattan, NY.


Hey Dullblog-ite Michael Gerber recently expressed the desire that someone dig a little deeper into John's NYC, getting beyond the quotidian (yer Dakotas and Bank Streets) to some of his lesser known hangouts. In so doing, he suggested a couple for starters, which (leaving Korean brothels to one side for the mo) brings me to The Magickal Childe shop on W 19th street.
According to Michael Lloyd's biography of Eddie Buczynski, this place was frequented not only by John and Yoko, but also Paul and Linda, and George too.
John's interest in the occult is fairly well documented (e.g. mentioning Crowley's Book Of Lies as a personal fave in the March '74 Crawdaddy interview, taking "destiny-altering" clockwise (or was it anti-clockwise) round the world trips etc), and Fred Seaman's book (which should, admittedly, be treated with a spoonful of sodium) has several passages on this topic, e.g. John's cynicism-tinged fascination with Theosophy and the like.
The Magickal Childe was Manhattan's main repository and purveyor of Neo-Pagan/Wiccan/etc goods, a by all accounts bizarre, claustrophobic, cluttered mish-mash of all things occult, from rare herbs and incense ingredients stored in jars along the walls, to books, apparel, ritual swords, a human skull in a case...you name it.
The shop's owner, Herman Slater, dubbed "Horrible Herman" due to his habit of shouting at irritating customers, catered for all those of an occult-minded bent from the mid-70s on. The place finally closed in 1999, a few years following Herman's death.
T'ínternet being what it is, however, some traces remain. Above, on the left, the shop frontage as John would have known it (decidedly subfusc), and a later incarnation as featured in the Nicholas Cage film Vampire's Kiss (another truly extraordinary performance by NC).
A video produced by Herman (find it on YouTube ye seekers) allows a glimpse of the interior. Those jars of incense and spell-making ingredients:


Bits and pieces (which remind one (or at least me) of the shelves in the sunroom):


The building remains, though, and it's now a tapas place called Sala One Nine:


It is intriguing that, apparently, all the ex-Fabs bar His Schnozzness were moved to investigate The Magical Childe... but then again, Crowley was probably on the cover of Pepper for a reason. So mote it be. (Or summat.)

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Kenwood: if the face fits.


Back to that "French seamstress"; regulahs will be bored to discover a name attached to these familiar photos, namely "Simone".

The jacket itself pops up again at Sotheby's NY in 1990 - John had given it to an assistant in 1970, who in turn sold it at the aforementioned auction (see above, right). Described as a "Pocket Coat", they weren't kidding, featuring as it does 10 pockets - and a lining of gold brocade, no less.

The "innaresting" thing though, is the label - "Simone//June '67". Which begs the questions, who and whither "Simone"? The catalogue is convinced that said Simone was a member of The Fool, but there was no-one of that name in the collective. There was, o' course, Simon Posthuma, and The Fool were resident at Kenwood painting John's piano when the above "fitting" photo was taken. So might the "French seamstress" actually be Marijke? No - unless everyone was joining John in swapping clothes with the gayest of abandons, then these (taken on the same day) are of two different people:


So, in conclusion, I dunno. On which note, belated Season's Gratings to all readahs.

Tuesday, 10 December 2013

3a Seymour Walk: St Dunstan's Priory.


Pete Shotton picks a party chez Lionel Bart, held on 9 October 1965 and attended by all four Fabs, as the epitome o' Shwinging Shixties shiznizzle. Bart, extremely successful songwriter that he was, owned "the Priory" (pictured above) in Seymour Walk from 1964-1968, and here it was that the aforementioned wing-ding shwinged. (Get togethers round Lionel's were a regular occurrence, and featured all the accoutrements one might expect. For related reasons, Brian Epstein was both good friends with Mr Bart and a frequent attendee.)
Here Lionel is in the first floor drawing room:


In Pete's book, a couple of Polaroids show Cyn, Patti and Beth Shotton reclining on the remnants of some poor beastie in this very locale:


Bart's piano can just about be discerned:


A couple more "areas":


John apparently loved this place. Quoth Pete: "Much to John's amusement and delight, our gracious host had also contrived to turn his house into a veritable labyrinth of trapdoors, hidden stairways and secret passages. Wandering about the house, John and I were constantly colliding with walls where, but a moment earlier, there had most assuredly been corridors or rooms."
Now. A couple of plans exist, dating from early 1964 and March 1965, and these show the alterations that Bart made to the Priory - here is a bearings-getting red arrow:


Funnily enuff, said plans show no evidence of jiggery, or indeed, pokery of the type that Pete mentions. A couple of doors get altered, the odd window is fiddled aboot with, but that's about it:


However, the ground floor was a rabbit warren (not literally - that would have been ridiculous), and this fact, combined with the freely available substances that were a mainstay of such festivities, might account for etc.:


Lionel 'n' John, John 'n' Lionel:


And that's yer lot.

Monday, 9 December 2013

In Gratitude: January 11, 1981.


Around a month after John was killed, Yoko issued a statement which ran as a full page ad in various newspapers. I've seen it quoted before, but hadn't read the full thing. A copy literally fell into my lap at werk the other day, so here, for reasons that don't need stating, it is (scanned at hi-res - download and zoom in to read).

Monday, 18 November 2013

Quarry Bank: ersing aboot, May 1957.


Ever wondered why all those around John are laughing? And in particular, ever further wondered why there is a gap in the row immediately behind? Me neither. But here's why...
By all accounts, John viewed his time at school as little more than a never-ending series of opportunities for "ersing aboot". Japery, pranks and casual violence was the order of the day, but most of this "dicking" is, inevitably, lost in the etc. However, this famous school pic actually captures an example thereof.
The missing party behind John is fellow pupil Harry Gooseman. John, apparently, persuaded him to try to "get on the photo twice." I'm not sure about this, but the full, uncropped version is very long, and may actually be a composite of several pics - in which case the idea was to get your photo taken in one location, then sprint along a bit and also appear somewhere else. When the composite was put together, there would be two of you in different places.
Aaaanyway, Harry went too soon, thus not appearing in the first location, but is captured, just, popping up again further along:


Wot larks! Actually, quite amusing and a typically Lennon-esque bit of schoolboy, as I say, "ersing".

Saturday, 16 November 2013

Pre-1963 Sexual Intercourse: a discourse.


Gentle readah, the time has come, at long last, to turn our ugly faces to the innocent thangs of life (Are ye sure about this? - Adjectives Ed.). Yes, I am not.
For I speak (in this specific instance) of none other than the rumble in the jungle (shurely not these days? - Pubic Ed.), ploughing the furry furrow (ditto. - Ditto Ed.), doing the special cuddle and, last, but by no means least, allowing (just this once) one's man-snake to run amok in the lady-garden of one's significant other.
J. W. "Jonathon" Lennon was, by all accounts, a bit of a shagger. John's art school chum Tony Carricker is quoted thusly in the Extended Edition: "He was already with Cynthia, I think, being unfaithful. If you can get it at eighteen, nineteen, you do. And John was a great one for the back alley behind Lewis's at night, the dark back alley running parallel to Renshaw Street."
Above, on the left, Liverpool, Renshaw Street, the front of Lewis's circa 1959 ie the very time of which we speak. Plus the present day street view. Below, the very alley arrowed (yes, I am actually doing this) of which was spoken:


Back in the day, it looked much the same as now, as the following from waaaay back shows:




Unt the alley itself - Cropper Street:


Now. I am not denying that John was a very naughty boy indeed, and he quite possibly had any number of dalliances in this locale...but, Cynthia in her first autobiography specifically remembers the front of Lewis's as a favourite meeting spot. She even illustrated it, in order to demonstrate the unwelcome attention she'd receive as a result of dressing as John desired:


In her second tome, she recalls thusly: "When Stuart's room wasn't available, John would try to talk me into 'quickies' in dark alleys or shop doorways. Much as I loved him, I didn't enjoy these snatched encounters...". (Nice choice of adjective - Adjectives Ed.). This whole thang is undoubtedly too much information, but I suspect given the regularity of their meetings at the front entrance, and John's apparent liking for the rear, what we have here is actually a twisted (geddit?) example of John's fidelity.
In any case, I'd like to see them get their modern Magical History Tour bus up this:


With deepest apologies.