otherhalflive

20th January 1966 Girls' Night Out

cyn_lennon64 wrote in otherhalflive Oct 15, 2009 18:33

I had seen Dusty a handful of times since we'd gotten together at the New Year's Eve party. True to our agreement, we'd kept these dates lighthearted and fun. Nobody seeing us trying on fancy clothes, flipping through second hand records in search of songs or chatting over a nice meal would have guessed that we were leading up to coffee and kisses ( Read more... )

cynthia, january 1966, dusty springfield, pattie

January the 19th, Brian's flat, Brian/John

writejohnlennon wrote in otherhalflive Sep 04, 2009 23:35

I knew Brian was supposed to be back to London on the 18th, and I had tried to deny to myself that I had been looking forward to his arrival. Well no, not looking forward, really. Perhaps more expected uneasily, with a mix of dread and shameful excitement. Our last meeting at CTS studios had sent my mind reeling with possibilities I didn't even ( Read more... )

january 1966, brian, john

17th of January 1966, Ashers' basement, John/Paul

writejohnlennon wrote in otherhalflive Sep 01, 2009 11:27

I shifted my weight uneasily from one foot to the other, glaring at the door of the Ashers’ basement where Paul lived, and had a mirthless chuckle wondering what anyone would say seeing the great John Lennon scared stiff at the idea of knocking at his best friend's door. No, I thought. I wasn't scared -it was Paul, nothing I should be afraid of- I ( Read more... )

paul, john

15th of January, Wimpole Street, Jane/Paul

janey_asher wrote in otherhalflive Aug 03, 2009 23:10

I unlocked the front door to my home and stepped inside, setting my bags down on the floor. Mum had taken Clare and I shopping for the day and I dutifully purchased enough dresses to last me quite a while. I opened my mouth to ask if anybody knew where Paul might've been but I heard the faint sound of music coming from below. He must've been ( Read more... )

paul, jane

13th January, George/Paul, Over the Phone

harigeorgeson wrote in otherhalflive Jul 21, 2009 17:27

I dragged ran the phone chord into the loo and closed the door. It took staring at the phone for half an hour while smoking a joint before I managed to pick up the receiver and ring Paul. It was fairly absurd how nervous I was considering how long I'd known Paul, how many conversations we'd had.

12th January 1966, John/George, George's house

writejohnlennon wrote in otherhalflive Jul 12, 2009 17:03

I wasn't sure that this was a good idea. To be honest, I was even almost sure that this wasn't. George was probably very busy right night, taking care of panning things for his wedding (or did Pattie did all that by herself?), and after the argument he had had with Paul, I knew he would not be especially happy to see me.

Paul. His sad eyes came back ( Read more... )

george, january 1966, john

8th of January 1966, Ashers' basement, John/Paul

writejohnlennon wrote in otherhalflive Jul 12, 2009 03:46

I was standing outside the door of the Ashers’ basement, where Paul lived. I knew I should have called before I popped in like this, but I actually hadn’t planned to come, my footsteps leading me there almost by themselves, out of an old habit.

I was so wasted.

I hadn’t slept a lot in the past few days, drinking and smoking far too much for my own ( Read more... )

paul, january 1966, john

5th January, John/Brian, CTS Studios (recording overdubs for the film`The Beatles at Shea stadium')

writejohnlennon wrote in otherhalflive Jul 09, 2009 00:35

We were having a break. A much needed break, if you ask me. Recording overdubs what not was I preferred to do, just like pretending to sing in video clips. It all seemed so stupid and superficial. Granted, it was useful, so the people who'd buy this bloody movie can ear something, but nevertheless, it was extraordinarily tedious. I snorted thinking ( Read more... )

brian, john

1st January 1966, John/Cynthia, the Lennons' house

writejohnlennon wrote in otherhalflive Jul 09, 2009 00:00

I woke up with a killing hangover and the latent feeling that I had done something utterly wrong. I made a face and moaned into the pillow. I was used to hangovers, and I knew a few pills would fix this, but the guilt was something new. It was only a vague feeling for the moment, hovering indistinctly in my chest, more like the ghost of an emotion ( Read more... )

cynthia, john

11th January 1966, George and Jane, Wimpole St.

harigeorgeson wrote in otherhalflive Jun 26, 2009 23:27

I knew it was a mistake, but I ended up on the doorstep of the Ashers' house unannounced with my collar pulled up and my sunglasses on, hoping no one would see me before Paul answered. It seemed like a better place to have a talk with him at least. Wouldn't be able to do anything there, with family all around and Jane herself hopefully. Wouldn't be ( Read more... )

george, jane