September 2009


Dear Paul, actually you were fab.

John Lennon has delivered a surprising revision of his thoughts on his fellow Beatle from beyond the grave in a series of previously unpublished taped interviews.

The murdered musician recants the scorn he displayed for Paul McCartney’s songwriting skills and admits he sometimes relied on him to teach him how to play guitar.




The lost Lennon tapes — found in a Pickfords removal box and dissected for the first time today in The Sunday Times Magazine — also confirm that it was Lennon, not McCartney, who decided the Beatles had to break up.

“I want a divorce,” Lennon told McCartney in September 1969, but was forced to keep quiet in case it damaged sales of the group’s next album, Let It Be. McCartney announced the split seven months later.

In the fallout that followed, Lennon wrote the vitriolic song How Do You Sleep? on his Imagine album in which he rounded on McCartney with the lyrics: “The only thing you’ve done was Yesterday” and “The sound you make is Muzak to my ears.”

For almost 40 years McCartney has borne the brunt of fans’ anger for the split and the jibes of music lovers who thought Lennon had dismissed his songs as pop ditties.

Lennon’s nasal twang is unmistakable on the hoard of C-60 cassette tapes rediscovered by Ray Connolly, a journalist who interviewed some of the biggest names in rock in the Sixties.

“Paul and me were the Beatles,” said Lennon. “We wrote the songs. I didn’t write much material early on, less than Paul, because he was quite competent on guitar. Paul taught me quite a lot of guitar, really.”

Lennon describes how much he admired McCartney songs such as For No One from the Revolver album. “That was one of the good ones,” he said. “All his semi-classical ones are best, actually.”

He added: “I suppose it was a bit hard on him ... I only ever asked two people to work with me as a partner. One was Paul McCartney and the other Yoko Ono.”

At the same time he was dismissive about his own songs. “I Am the Walrus didn’t mean anything,” he said — shattering the illusions of Beatles fans who believe they have correctly interpreted its lyrics.

Connolly said McCartney never criticised Lennon in the interviews he did with him. “The image is that John was always sarcastic about Paul’s songs. But John was quite complimentary about Paul when he wasn’t ranting tongue-in-cheek to American journalists.”

The tapes also prove it was Lennon who decided to break up the Beatles during a row at their Apple headquarters in London. Lennon said: “At the meeting Paul just kept mithering on about what we were going to do, so in the end I just said, ‘I think you’re daft. I want a divorce’.”

Two years later, Lennon said in another taped interview: “The whole thing died in my mind long before all the rumpus started. We used to believe the Beatles myth just as much as the public, and we were in love with them in just the same way. But basically we were four individuals who eventually recovered our own individualities after being submerged in a myth.

“Actually, our best days were before we got that big, when we used to play for hours in clubs.”




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Good read, Thanx!

Exclusive: John Lennon, The Lost Interviews
September 2009
by Ray Connolly



John Lennon did many brilliant things in his life, but arguably one of his most inspired acts was his deliberate destruction of the Beatles in 1969 — just 40 years ago this month. It didn’t seem that way then, not to tens of millions of devastated Beatles fans around the world, and not to Paul McCartney, who, feeling abandoned, went off to his farm in Scotland and into a deep depression.

But if Lennon, who’d started the group that evolved into the Beatles, hadn’t murdered his creation at that moment, if the band had somehow struggled on through their rows into the 1970s, I doubt that you’d be reading this article today.

By killing the Beatles before they could disappoint us, as they inevitably would have done when music fashions changed and the band’s later albums didn’t quite live up to the ones we still love, Lennon froze them for ever at their peak.

At the time of their break-up in 1969, I was an interviewer on London’s Evening Standard with the special task of covering rock music. Today, journalists are kept at arm’s length from stars by legions of publicists, but it was different then, for me anyway. Only now, looking back, do I fully appreciate the astonishing access to the Beatles I had, from 1967, that Sgt Pepper high water of their careers, until 1972, when their dissolution was making its way through the High Court.


So I was at the Abbey Road studios in October 1968 to hear Yoko Ono be happily indiscreet about her affairs during her first two marriages, before ending the evening being given a personal concert by McCartney at the piano as he worked on a new song called Let It Be — while from down the corridor I could hear John Lennon and the producer George Martin mixing Cry Baby Cry for the White Album.

Almost every conversation I had during those final febrile Beatle days ended up in my new little Sony recorder, where intimacies and opinions were caught on cassettes, and then stored away, forgotten and uncatalogued in an old Pickfords packing case. And it’s those tapes, unplayed in decades (if ever, in some cases), that I recently unearthed — recordings that in some cases challenge views of the Lennon-McCartney relationship that have been held for 40 years.

Not all the interviews have survived. Cassettes were expensive then, and I’m mortified to admit that I have one on which the names McCartney, Jagger and Hendrix have each been successively crossed out as the interviews were recorded over. Nor was everything that was recorded published. Much was off the record. Time heals. Now it doesn’t matter that I write some of it here.

By 1969 there were rumours of strife in the Beatles camp, but on the surface it still seemed jolly enough. Then, while I was hanging around their Apple headquarters in Mayfair one day in September, I realised something was seriously wrong. There was a Beatles meeting in the boardroom that suddenly ended in a row, followed by much running up and down the stairs. But nobody was saying what it was about.

A few weeks later I got a call from John telling me he’d just sent his MBE back to the Queen. He was in a giddy mood, I reflected, as I typed out my story. But he was also acting so separately from the other Beatles that two days later I wrote a piece headlined "The Day the Beatles Died".

At the time I was half-afraid I’d overstated my case, because to the outside world they were still very much alive. But no sooner was the article published than a white rose wrapped in Cellophane was delivered to my desk with the message "To Ray with love from John and Yoko".

From then on, when it came to covering Beatles affairs, my tape recorder and I would have the best possible source. And, just before Christmas that year, I would listen in astonishment (and some despair) as John, who’d flown me out to join him and Yoko in Toronto, gleefully let me in on the secret of how he’d destroyed the band.

"At the meeting Paul just kept mithering on about what we were going to do, so in the end I just said, ‘I think you’re daft. I want a divorce.’"

He hadn’t planned to say that, but once spoken, and although news of the split wasn’t going to be announced until the Let It Be album came out the following May, the words were never withdrawn.

Of course, there are McCartney interviews on tape, too. While John was busy pulling the walls of the Beatles temple down around him, Paul eventually recovered from the setback enough to make his first solo album, McCartney. Usually astute with publicity, at this point he slipped up, putting out an ambiguous press statement along with his record in April 1970 that was interpreted as saying that he’d broken up the band. Headlines of blame ran around the world. "How could he?" distressed fans wanted to know. "It was all a misunderstanding," he told me a few days later. "I thought, ‘Christ, what have I done now?’ and my stomach started churning up.

I never intended the statement to mean ‘Paul McCartney quits Beatles’."

It was ironic. The Beatle who had most wanted the group to stay together, the biggest Beatles fan of all, was being blamed for its dissolution.

"Why didn’t you write it when I told you in Canada?" John demanded when he realised that Paul had accidentally got the dubious honour of ending the world’s favourite group. As he’d started it, he thought he should be the one to end it. "You asked me not to," I said. He was scornful. "You’re the journalist, Connolly, not me," he snapped.

What strikes me most, though, listening again to the tapes, is how prescient John was, how closely his ear was tuned to the changing mood of the times. As once he’d instinctively known which songs to write and what pithy comments would grab a headline, somehow, while in the middle of the whirlpool that was the Beatles, he’d seen the end approaching.

"The whole thing died in my mind long before all the rumpus started," he said in 1971 when I was spending a few days with him and Yoko in New York. "We used to believe the Beatles myth just as much as the public, and we were in love with them in just the same way. But basically we were four individuals who eventually recovered our own individualities after being submerged in a myth.

"I know a lot of people were upset when we finished, but every circus has to come to an end. The Beatles were a monument that had to be either changed or scrapped. As it happens, it was scrapped. The Beatles were supposed to be this and supposed to be that, but really all we were was a band that got very big.

"Actually, our best days were before we got that big, when we used to play for hours in clubs. My favourite number was always Elvis’s Baby Let’s Play House. We’d make it last about ten minutes, singing the same verse over and over.

I pinched one of the lines from it later to put in one of my own songs called Run for Your Life — something about ‘I’d rather see you dead, little girl, than to see you with another man’.

"Mick Jagger said we weren’t a good band as performers. But he never saw us at our best in Liverpool and Hamburg. We were the best bloody band there was. I know all the early rock songs much better than most of those I’ve written myself."

During most of that time, however, John was in iconoclastic mode. It was as though, having made his decision, he couldn’t smash his Beatle persona quickly, or outrageously, enough. He didn’t want to be "one of four gods on the stage", he told me, so instead he invited the world’s press to his honeymoon bedside for a week "in aid of world peace". Then, not minding that he was being widely ridiculed, not to mention chastised by his formidable Aunt Mimi for "making an exhibition of himself", he appeared naked with Yoko on an album of electronic music called Two Virgins, before really chasing controversy with a series of erotic lithographs featuring Yoko, and sometimes himself too.

"Why do you draw so much cunnilingus?" I asked him during the trip to Canada, as I passed the lithographs for him to sign. "Because I like it," the one-time moptop grinned merrily. London’s Metropolitan Police would later close down his exhibition in a West End gallery. They didn’t like it.

At the time, Yoko was much publicly blamed for the Beatles’ demise, and she certainly might have played her part more tactfully. But she was only one of several catalysts. And John, as I’ve been hearing again on my tapes, was absolutely besotted by her, this sexy, mysterious artist who matched the zany dottiness in him.

"It was Yoko that changed me," he teases her during one conversation in 1970. "She forced me to become avant-garde and take me clothes off when all I wanted to do was become Tom Jones. And now look at me! Did you know avant-garde is French for bullshit?" Then, referring to how she’d begun to join him on stage, he goes on: "We’ve only got to play four bars and she grabs the microphone and she’s off… Aggghhh! Take her anywhere and she does her number for you." In the background, Yoko giggles. She was his pal.

The John Lennon I recorded was a very funny man who liked to paint himself ironically as the indignant butt of his own stories. "Did you see that Time magazine is saying that George is a philosopher?" he asked me one day. "And there’s an article in The Times , that I’ve actually thought about sending to Pseuds Corner [in Private Eye] — anonymously, of course — saying how Paul is this great musician. One a philosopher, another a great musician. Where does that leave me?"

"The nutter?" I hear myself suggest.

"Yes. I’m the nutter. F*** ’em all."

Today he would have been a star as a stand-up comedian with a line in self-mockery. And, having returned from a session of primal therapy in California in 1970, he was more loquacious than ever. He could have done a whole act on the subject of what made people like him want to become famous. "There you are up on the stage like an Aunt Sally waiting to have things thrown at you. It’s like always putting yourself on trial to see if you’re good enough for Mummy and Daddy. You know, ‘Now will you love me if I stand on my head and fart and play guitar and dance and blow balloons and get an MBE and sing She Loves You — now will you love me?’" It was a typical Lennon rant, but he was smiling all the time.

On another occasion, talking about his song Not a Second Time from the Beatles’ second LP, in a conversation devoted to his music, he says: "That was the one where that f***ing idiot Thomas Mann (he meant William Mann, the Times music critic) talked about the aeolian cadence at the end being like Mahler’s Song of the Earth . They were just chords like any other chords. It was the first intellectual bullshit written about us." Then the knowing pause. "Still, I know it helps to have bullshit written about you."

Later, saying how a favourite of his songs, You Can’t Do That, was his attempt at being Wilson Pickett, he becomes mock-anguished when admitting it was "a flip side because Can’t Buy Me Love [Paul’s song] was so f***ing good".

He was competitive with Paul, yes, and, when relations between the two were really bad, vituperative, as evidenced in a line in a song about his former partner on his Imagine album: "The sound you make is Muzak to my ears."

Paul had to have been hurt, and a few months later in New York even John would admit slightly ruefully: "I suppose it was a bit hard on him…" But, as he would so often say, "They were just the words that came out of my mouth at the time."

In truth, he always knew how good Paul was, without necessarily liking everything he did.

"I only ever asked two people to work with me as a partner," he would boast of his talent-spotting abilities. "One was Paul McCartney and the other Yoko Ono. That’s not bad, is it?" Indeed, I recall a writer from an underground magazine being snide about Paul’s song Let It Be, presumably assuming John would agree. He didn’t.

"Paul and me were the Beatles," he would emphasise to me privately. "We wrote the songs." And on the subject of his debt to the young McCartney, he was actually generous. "I didn’t write much material early on, less than Paul, because he was quite competent on guitar.

Paul taught me quite a lot of guitar, really."

Those who see John as the towering greatest of the great should reflect on that: John Lennon quietly, happily admitting how much he owed to Paul McCartney. And while he could be flattering about some of Paul’s songs — he liked For No One particularly ("that was one of his good ones. All his semi-classical ones are best, actually") — he was disarmingly dismissive about several of his own. "I Am the Walrus didn’t mean anything," he says, consigning to the pointless bin the work of a generation of Beatles anoraks who’d tried to interpret its lyrics, while he always hated Yes It Is, didn’t think he sang Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds very well ("I was so nervous I couldn’t sing, but I like the lyrics"), and admits that he and Paul would give the lousy songs they wrote to George and Ringo to sing.

But It’s Only Love from the Help! album was the one that earned his greatest ire. "It’s the most embarrassing song I ever wrote. Everything rhymed. Disgusting lyrics. Even then I was so ashamed of the lyrics, I could hardly sing them. That was one song I really wished I’d never written," he says. Then, after another comic pause: "Well, you can say that about quite a few." And the ones he liked? "Across the Universe was one of my favourites. I gave it at first to the World Wildlife Fund, but they didn’t do much with it, and then we put it on the Let It Be album. It missed it as a record but maybe the lyrics will survive. And Strawberry Fields Forever meant a lot. Come Together is another favourite. It started off as a slogan song for Timothy Leary’s wife, but I never got around to finishing it. Everyone takes it as meaning ‘come together in peace’, but there’s the other meaning too!" Actually, he was proud of quite a few — In My Life, I’m a Loser, Girl…

"When I was in therapy I was asked to go through a book of all the songs I’d written, line by line. I just couldn’t believe I’d written so many."

Interestingly, and it’s something I’ve only realised listening again to the tapes, no matter how much John publicly criticised Paul, in none of my interviews with Paul did he ever criticise John. Quite the contrary. "On Abbey Road I would like to have sung harmony with John, like we used to. And I think he would have liked me to. But I was too embarrassed to ask him."

I always wished I’d been involved in the Beatles’ early happier days, but my role was to cover the final act of their career, and to observe the fallout, mostly, though not totally, with John. There were some bizarre and revealing moments during those days. Visiting a Native American village in upstate New York the day after his 30th birthday, he showed that even he, in his enthusiasm, could get it wrong. "When I used to see cowboys-and-Indians films when I was a kid in Liverpool, I was always on the side of the Indians," he told the assembled group, not realising how patronising he sounded.

I’m sure when he said he wanted a divorce from the Beatles he never imagined how complicated, or expensive for all of them, it would be. But by October 1971, when he was living in New York, he was beginning to get a good idea. Asking me to be a go-between, he gave me a message to take to Paul suggesting that perhaps the two of them could solve at least one of their differences without either Allen Klein, his manager, or Lee Eastman, Paul’s manager and also Linda McCartney’s father, becoming involved. Back in London I delivered the message, but in the end it was inevitably lawyers who sorted out their problems.

Listening to the tapes, and hearing John’s singsong voice again after all these years, has led to some poignant memories. But what has stayed with me most from all the interviews is the vitality of the man, and that straight-faced, British, tongue-in-cheek delivery he had. A very generous person, he would say: "I can’t think about money. It rains in and rains out. I always wanted to be an eccentric millionaire, and now I am."

John on his education made me laugh: "If I’d had a better education, I wouldn’t have been me. When I was at grammar school I thought I’d go to university, but I didn’t get any GCEs. Then I went to art school and thought I’d go to the Slade and become a wonder. But I never fitted in. I was always a freak, I was never lovable. I was always Lennon!"

Then there’s John, as forthright as ever when I suggested he might like to write a musical. "No. No musicals. I loathe musicals. I never did have a plan for doing one. My cousin made me sit through some f***ing musical twice. I just hate them. They bore me stiff. I think they’re just horrible. Even Hair. And they’re always lousy music." What he would have made of Cirque du Soleil’s Las Vegas show Love, an interpretation of the Beatles’ records, would have been interesting to know.

John, talking about a Hare Krishna group who’d been painting a little temple in the grounds of Tittenhurst Park near Ascot, which was briefly his home, was typical. "I had to sack them. They were very nice and gentle, but they kept going around saying ‘peace’ all the time. It was driving me mad. I couldn’t get any f***ing peace."

And finally there’s John in 1970 being ominously prophetic. "I’m not going to waste my life as I have been, which was running at 20,000 miles an hour. I have to learn not to do that, because I don’t want to die at 40."

He was 40 and two months when he was murdered by a mad fan in New York in 1980.

I was due to interview him for The Sunday Times the following day.





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Damn, talk about deep.
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Copycat said:

"Mithering"... "Daft"... That's really Northern English dialect. I guess you could substitute "Bothering" and "Silly" but it doesn't feel the same.

GirlBrother said:

I was going to ask what those words meant. I think hear "daft" was British for "silly" tho.

wow.

This is what I got outt've that interview. Beatles ARE indeed overhyped, even john lennon knew that shit.

most of that stuff has been out for years

Sdldawn said:

Never read it before.

lol, f***king hippies!

I think that’s much of the reason the music worked so superbly. They were two extremes that for a brief moment in time exacted much greater balance (intentional or not).

I don’t give a damn if they fully understood/respected each other’s sensibilities. What they ultimately produced was far better than what they could've conjured left only to their own devices (thinking either pop or alternative is the way, or at least the truest way).

The divorce was inevitable and had many singular high points. But I still relate most to the fusing of these two disparate worlds.

most of the shit lennon was saying in 1970 was full of bitterness. The man was insecure as shit. If you listen to his interviews.. his views and opinions change like day and night.


having said that, I guess it isn't a bad thing.

Heres the thing, i keep hearing stupid shit like "they were never that good" and things like that,, overrated etc...lets take a serious look here.

First of all, they did what they did, take it or leave it, NO ONE else did it, no one else had that ability to cease a time period like they did. But as Paul said at the end of the day, we were just a good little band that could play some chords and write about Love. The HYPE is what we give it, not them. But they are/were a good little band. And lets talk about things serious for a moment.

The Beatles were doing things like "norwegian wood" and "tomorrow never knows" and all this creative shit, that NO ONE was doing then, at such at early age, barely 25. What do we view as GROWTH today?? Justin Timberlake playing a chord on a guitar, thats what we think of as growth. And like the beatles if you take them OUT of the mix of the scene, you lose tons of other artists that you all probably worship, so take out elvis,the stones,james brown,chuck berry,little richard, stevie,mj, etc take them all out and you have nothing in the years after. So when you say they are "overrated" you are talking about the praise that some writer for a magazine gives them or the artist today who praises them for influence.

lastdecember said:

You make it sound like the beatles created music theory and taught all the pop stars of the 60's how to play instruments themselves. I agree basically with what your saying though, they're just a good band not the be all end all of musis like their crazy fans think. It's their fans that overrate them.

I heard that as soon as the Beatles gained fame, radio stations no longer played the '50s rock joints. I don't know how really true that is tho.

Sandino said:

some might say that for the 60's and onward, they did create modern pop music theory. i don't know if i'd go that far, but if there's anyone that did, it would be them.

they certainly inspired a LOT of their contemporaries and generations to come.

Timmy84 said:

I would believe it, they just changed the scene, regardless of the others who were doing it also, THEY were the ones in the front of the pack with the eyes on them. As much as people point out being "overrated" there is ALOT that is underrated about them. One would be their production ideas that they fed to George Martin, granted he iis one of the best ever because he took their ideas and reigned them in, they were coming to him with ideas of "can we get this or that", there was no technology then and they did more with nothing than todays crop which has everything. But more underrated things would be George Harrison and his playing and songwriting abilities, also McCartney's diversity and playing, he was often dismissed as the guy who could only write love songs, but listen to things like Helter Skelter and Eleanor Rigby and see that this guy wasnt just a one note guy.

But as you were saying they were the ones that came along and the others got dumped, I mean the rumour is Elvis hated them and wanted them "gone", Sinatra thought they were bad for the world, etc... It was the time and no one today can even fathom their popularity and how much they scared the "norm", i mean we all about Lennon having a FBI file and being followed everywhere for his statements. And of course the infamous misquote of being "more important to kids than jesus" true statement,than turned into record burnings and riots. Who the hell has that kind of power today?? and dont say Kanye West, this forum is the only place that cares when that fool says something. Music was big then, today its nothing, even the biggest stars in music are not relevant.

Sdldawn said:

And paranoid. Towards the end of his life, Lennon was bitching about McCartney again-- accusing him of intentionally sabotaging tracks Lennon wrote for the Beatles(!) and declaring him creatively dead. He even thought Paul stared at Yoko in the studio when he sang the lyric "Get back to where you once belonged".
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Copycat said:

Or it could've been his vodka talking.

Give peace a chance

http://www.youtube.com/wa...-NRriHlLUk

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They gave George and Ringo the "lousy" songs to sing? lol.

I think John outgrew the Beatles years before they split. He was ready to do his own thing. Thanks for posting that. Great read.

delilah1 said:

i loathe that song.


naive groups of hippies

delilah1 said:

That's one of those songs that I get an icky feeling about for some reason...

And who remembers the hell he was "rapping" about?

All I get from the song is this image of John banging on an acoustic guitar with Yoko and smiling hippies who probably didn't have a clue where they was, Timothy Leary included!

Imagine...

http://www.youtube.com/wa...Q0Eyw3l3XM

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delilah1 said:

A great song, but he made a mistake with those insane verses. So all that's left for the people to sing was one line

John picked on Paul, yes, but in an interview he said many of the Beatles songs sounded current even in 1976, and the examples he gave were Hey Jude & Eleanor Rigby.

Timmy84 said:

I do! "Everybody's talkin about bagism!"

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