Post by B on Oct 3, 2009 15:21:25 GMT -5
This just showed up at tafultong's blog within the past hour or so. I can not vouch
for it, and I don't have a source, but it's an interesting account from someone who alledgedly "was there".
"As primed as I naturally am to give outrageous theories enough temporary credence to pursue them, the "Faul" concept is one which has always been just too preposterous for me to sustain. And yet, I keep returning to it, poking around, following a gut feeling that something lies behind the curtain.
The first video in the series contains two personal points of reference; two locations. When I was a lad of 19, newly arrived in LA, I "worked" for a scoundrel known as "The Gee". My duties were to go where he told me to go and await further instructions. Sometime in late '67 the place to go was the Hollywood Bowl, for a Ravi Shankar concert.
When the performance ended, an announcement came over the PA saying that I should report backstage. Eventually I found myself exiting the venue as the driver for Patti Harrison and her little contingent of the larger George entourage. My mission was to deliver them to an address on Blue Jay Way.
This was pre-cell phones, pre- GPS, and I barely knew my way around a small Hollywood radius. Hours passed fumbling about. Patti, who I presume was accustomed to being whisked about effeciently, remained unfailingly kind and patient throughout the 2-3 hour trek winding through the hills. A lovely vision of a woman.
We finally found the address and they were ushered away by anxiously hovering cohorts. Given the obscurity of the location, its quite possible that George awaited the "friends (who) have lost their way" more than once. Still, its kinda cool to think my youthfull cluelessness was the inspiration for the song.
The other location in that first video which I have known is the house where Mal Evans died. Later on, in the mid-seventies, my wife of the time and I were briefly business partners with Mal's last girlfriend, who still owned and lived in that house. This was I'd guess within a year of Mal's death.
One evening the girlfriend, her current partner, my wife and I were hanging out in the room to the left of the front door as seen in the video. The guy and I were in the corner closest to the street; the girls had become involved enough in their own conversation that I felt it would be ok to quietly ask her partner about the incident which ended Mal's life. I learned that it had happened in the room directly above us.
After a few minutes of this talk, the guy suddenly glanced down at the back of his hand, then up at the ceiling, back at his hand, and then looked at me wide-eyed and pointed towards the ceiling. Drops of "water?" were now steadily plopping down in our vicinity.
An investigation ensued, no explanation was found. My memory of surrounding details and how that night ended is sketchy. The bizarre was almost commonplace at the time, and linear memories of those days is rare.
Well, I guess I've just indulged in dredging up some personal history sparked by that video. If there's any relevance to the above, it is in how that spooky incident left me with some immediate sense of a supernatural undercurrent to the Beatles mythos.
I suspect that any of us on this board who lived as adults in the sixties could easily recognize the impact which the Beatles had on society, ourselves, and those whom we knew. There are some specifics along those lines, and some lingering questions, which I'd like to discuss here as soon as time allows."
for it, and I don't have a source, but it's an interesting account from someone who alledgedly "was there".
"As primed as I naturally am to give outrageous theories enough temporary credence to pursue them, the "Faul" concept is one which has always been just too preposterous for me to sustain. And yet, I keep returning to it, poking around, following a gut feeling that something lies behind the curtain.
The first video in the series contains two personal points of reference; two locations. When I was a lad of 19, newly arrived in LA, I "worked" for a scoundrel known as "The Gee". My duties were to go where he told me to go and await further instructions. Sometime in late '67 the place to go was the Hollywood Bowl, for a Ravi Shankar concert.
When the performance ended, an announcement came over the PA saying that I should report backstage. Eventually I found myself exiting the venue as the driver for Patti Harrison and her little contingent of the larger George entourage. My mission was to deliver them to an address on Blue Jay Way.
This was pre-cell phones, pre- GPS, and I barely knew my way around a small Hollywood radius. Hours passed fumbling about. Patti, who I presume was accustomed to being whisked about effeciently, remained unfailingly kind and patient throughout the 2-3 hour trek winding through the hills. A lovely vision of a woman.
We finally found the address and they were ushered away by anxiously hovering cohorts. Given the obscurity of the location, its quite possible that George awaited the "friends (who) have lost their way" more than once. Still, its kinda cool to think my youthfull cluelessness was the inspiration for the song.
The other location in that first video which I have known is the house where Mal Evans died. Later on, in the mid-seventies, my wife of the time and I were briefly business partners with Mal's last girlfriend, who still owned and lived in that house. This was I'd guess within a year of Mal's death.
One evening the girlfriend, her current partner, my wife and I were hanging out in the room to the left of the front door as seen in the video. The guy and I were in the corner closest to the street; the girls had become involved enough in their own conversation that I felt it would be ok to quietly ask her partner about the incident which ended Mal's life. I learned that it had happened in the room directly above us.
After a few minutes of this talk, the guy suddenly glanced down at the back of his hand, then up at the ceiling, back at his hand, and then looked at me wide-eyed and pointed towards the ceiling. Drops of "water?" were now steadily plopping down in our vicinity.
An investigation ensued, no explanation was found. My memory of surrounding details and how that night ended is sketchy. The bizarre was almost commonplace at the time, and linear memories of those days is rare.
Well, I guess I've just indulged in dredging up some personal history sparked by that video. If there's any relevance to the above, it is in how that spooky incident left me with some immediate sense of a supernatural undercurrent to the Beatles mythos.
I suspect that any of us on this board who lived as adults in the sixties could easily recognize the impact which the Beatles had on society, ourselves, and those whom we knew. There are some specifics along those lines, and some lingering questions, which I'd like to discuss here as soon as time allows."