All of her/his friends are dead.
Medicine Jar: all too true...........
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On (I think) the tenth anniversary of her death, Paul participated in a special on one of the networks, talking about their life together. I’ll always remember what he said was the thing - according to Paul - that sealed the deal with Linda: she told him she would “make him a home”. This international superstar who had - no doubt - had anyone he wanted, anytime he wanted, for long enough to be 100% jaded and tired of it all. I’m sure she wasn’t the prettiest or the most glamorous woman he had been involved with, but she offered him the one thing his heart was ready for - home and family.
In before the “dog with wings” jokes...
Maybe Paul was right when he said w didn’t know what a library was when odunga had him visit.
After he met Linda, every Love Song was written for her. Probably every song BEFORE her, while he was looking for her. (One would hope!)
I seem to remember reading in one of the books written about The Beatles, that Linda said to Paul, “I can make a nice HOME and a FAMILY for you.’ And that was that! She had family money and a career of her own in those days. She didn’t need a THING from him. She was a GIVER, not a TAKER. (You listening, Yoko?)
How could Paul NOT want a life of country living and quiet solitude? Those ‘kids’ were probably more abused and churned through the meat grinder of FAME than any kids currently ‘making it’ on any of the ‘talent’ shows aired these days.
It is quite evident watching old clips of them together that Paul was head over hills for Linda. Couldn’t keep his eyes or hands off her.
Ram was one of the first albums I ever bought, and still is one of my favorites.
Paul Mccartney can go F himself. He publicly made insulting remarks about George W Bush in the White House when invited to perform by obama. I repeat, Paul Mccartney can go F himself.
And George Burns, who smoked every day and drank, lived to almost 100.
My 26 year-old godson was diagnosed with a very rare form of cancer, only the 8th or 9th case treated at Sloan Kettering in NY. About two weeks before he died there was a knock on his hospital room door and a fellow with a Taylor guitar introduced himself, said he used to be in a band and wanted to spend a few minutes with Justin if that was alright.
Forty-five minutes later, after playing, singing and talking,he pulled out a Sharpie, autographed the guitar and left, leaving the $1400 guitar with my godson. It now sits on Justin’s bed in his childhood home. No one has played it since.
And that’s how Paul got to be my favorite Beatle.