I watched the #Beatles docuseries, “Get Back” on #Disney last week. I had been looking forward to watching this since I heard about #Peter Jackson being in charge of condensing the over 60 hours of film footage and 150 hours of audio into almost 8 hours. Peter Jackson is a genius, you know he would do this footage justice.
I was born in 1966, so my whole cognizant life (I think I just created that term) the Beatles were a band that had broken up. I have read stories about why they broke up and most of the reasons being they grew to dislike each other and were not enjoying working together anymore. Then main scapegoat was, Yoko.
I began to watch.
As they each strolled into the studio, I was awestruck. #John, #Paul, #George and #Ringo; alive, young (much younger than I had expected) and each in their own persona.
John, late as always as he and Yoko, were driven in a Rolls Royce limousine. George with his Hare Krishna, Paul with his smile and bandleader position and Ringo with his never ending hangover and exhaustion.
As the hours passed I watched each moment and felt as if I were a part of the sessions; these were my “mates” and I was actually drinking coffee and tea, and helping in the creation of songs that would live on forever.
Watching John and Paul interacting was magical and enlightening to me.
When John was writing “Don’t let me down,” he would look at Paul with a look in his eyes that revealed his respect and love. You could see his childlike enjoyment whenever he would start playing a song (his songs or other singers he admired). They would be dancing, singing, writing and trading jokes and advice with each other.
John with his Yoko, Paul with his Linda, and his daughter Heather*. George talking about his friend Eric and Ringo sleeping at the drums or walking over to a meeting, farting and exclaiming. “I farted.”
Being privy to the process of their writing… For example; watching John and Paul begin to write Get Back or Don’t let me down, was like watching a child being born. Ringo wrote his song, Octopuses Garden, performing it on the piano while George encouraged him. George played Something (Attracts me like a pomegranate) unsure as to what she attracts him like, John says, “Say whatever comes to your mind, cauliflower.”
These songs would become mainstays on the soundtracks for an infinite amount of souls alive or yet to be born.
We all have heard the stories of the years surrounding these sessions — most of those stories are possibly untrue. Who cares? Watching these sessions all you could really think about was, “all you need is love.”
*thank you to Carol for the correction