worshipinginthechurchofgeorge:

Black eye from a Pete Best fan after he was replaced by Ringo.

worshipinginthechurchofgeorge:

Black eye from a Pete Best fan after he was replaced by Ringo.

(via unbeatleables)


tacohz:

paulieintheskywithdiamonds:

pagingpage:

b34tles:

electriclady-:

George having a intimate moment with his guitar

casual

maybe it was weeping and he’s comforting it and thinking about writing a song for it

i ship it

i ship them too ok

tacohz:

paulieintheskywithdiamonds:

pagingpage:

b34tles:

electriclady-:

George having a intimate moment with his guitar

casual

maybe it was weeping and he’s comforting it and thinking about writing a song for it

i ship it

i ship them too ok

(via johnwasthewalrusgoogoogjoob)


hadley-harket:

Okay, this is probably my favorite picture of him

hadley-harket:

Okay, this is probably my favorite picture of him

(via unbeatleables)




Laurel Sercombe works as an archivist in the University of Washington’s Department of Ethnomusicology. But in 1964 she was a kid growing up in the Los Angeles area. She told about a prized possession she had: a cigarette butt smoked by George Harrison.

'My girlfriend and I were both going to marry Paul, but I was a kind person, and so she got Paul, and I took George Harrison. In 1964, a Los Angeles disc jockey gave out the Beatles' home addresses.' My best friend wrote to Louise Harrison, his mom, to ask for a memento. She also enclosed a self-addressed envelope with international postage coupons.

'To my surprise, I received a letter from Louise ('Thanks for a warm and friendly letter. I feel as I want nothing so much as to come to California and visit you all …'). In addition, she sent me a Marlboro cigarette butt, wrapped in tissue, containing the date she'd fished it out of the ashtray.

'This was my most prized possession until I lost it in college. I went to a party, and I was trying to impress this cool UCLA hippie actor guy. I passed the letter and the cigarette butt around. The cigarette butt never came back.'

Fan Laurel Sercombe, quoted in a Seattle Times article from 3 December 1995 (via thateventuality)