Ok...a dog called Lennon. Of course the dog is called Lennon. It was part of the deal.......actually full name is Lennon Harristar McCartney but don't the kids. Hopefully they wont check his name tag.....now where is that bloody stump ?????
Monday, March 2, 2015
Sunday, January 4, 2015
|Macca at The Scotch|
Should I ? Should I ? I can't resist and feeling like a bit of a freak (not having the kids with me on this occasion) I actually entered No.3. Slightly to my surprise the place was empty. I quickly made my way up two flights of stairs, thought about the camera then thought better of it. It was a very strange feeling look out from the second floor down onto Saville Row. The sweeping staircase I guess is original, some of the fire surrounds look authentic. And just inside the door is this.....
Out into glooming and secret haunts
The flame cries, 'Come!'
Saturday, November 22, 2014
It's gonna be mine. At the Southbank Bank centre right now finishing off my house red and about to make my way to Le Merridian to bid for the Lennon Chess Table. See Kenwoodlennon blog for details. I'm excited, I'm excited ! Maybe one more glass before I go...
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Abbey Road Open Day
|Sad how excited he is (and that he talks in the third person)|
Whilst politeness generally prevailed, as one would hope from a crowd of quinquagenarians, there was nonetheless some robust jostling on the stairs leading up to the control room....
....but I am happy to report that I did make it to the top.
The talk itself was most interesting as two young chaps presented a fascinating history of the studios which are now over 100 years old and the progression of recording techniques in that period. Nevertheless, the star act of course was Ken Scott who regaled us with anecdotes of his time in the studio with the Fabs. This was genuinely fascinating....especially the bit when he pointed to where I was sitting and said that JL was standing right there (ie where I was sitting !!) when he sang 'Twist and Shout' and at that moment they played a bit of that very recording.
Here is the floorboard upon which I sat and JL stood and... and....stop it ! Remember the nerd levels !!!
The crow drifted away after a few hours....bloody light weights ! Call yourselves Beatles Fans ? Wimps ! I'm staying here. I am absorbing history. I'm thinking about what this room means and how much of my life I have spent thinking about events that happened in this small space. I am wondering again about priorities and whether I have got them right. My usual excuse to the family is that 'at least I don't play golf' which is starting to sound a bit hollow. I hope I don't look back and wonder about it.
I wasn't exactly asked to leave but being a sensitive chap I picked up the vibe.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
His room was at the top - up there ...see ? But maybe not quite...I think I read he had the room on the other side and had a view over Browning Mews at the back. So here is the back.
Workmen eyed me with extreme wariness as I snapped away. Funny (not really) but no matter how I try to make small talk with those doing a bloody decent proper job, I never seem to quite hit it off. Think about that later.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
John and Yoko at Rochester Cathedral
Little did I know as an 'orrible teenager hanging around the The King's Head on Rochester High Street that but a few years earlier J and Y had been in attendance at the Cathedral ? Then again, how would I have known, does (or did) it make a blind bit of difference and what the hell does it matter. The answer is .....it matters because I am a hopeless obsessive and I need to feed the madness with these tit-bits of trivia. And that's all.
24 Chapel Street
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Given my near obsessions (ok - full on scary obsession) with all things sixties, I can't believe I have not seen Performance. I do recall seeing snippets of the underground, avant garde film aired as part of a series of cult classics in the late seventies but that's about all.
So yet one more tumbleweed moment occurred yesterday afternoon as the kids arrived home unexpectedly early (unfair I think - but best not to press that one). Unfortunately, they walked into the TV room just as Anita Pallenberg strutted her not inconsiderable stuff in a no-clothes type situation. My attempts at explaining the nakedness on the avant garde and, anyway, the sixties was all about letting-it-all-hang-out...well it just did not impress. The eldest of the Briligs, always the least sympathetic, asked sarcastically whether I had any other 'avant garde' films I watched alone..bloody cheek. For Christ's sake ! Can't I have a few hours to myself ? Can't I ? The DVD case revealed the price paid - which also raised eyebrows given my previous promises to the clan that my obsession would be curbed.
Whilst the film was released in 1970, it was actually filmed in 1968. I wonder what JL made of it ? Now I don't think my loyalty to all things Lennon can be questioned but..but...whilst he was messing around with Grapefruit books and sitting in white bags old Jagger was making an incredible cult movie. No wonder Johnny Boy got frustrated with Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da and the 'granny music'.