Who is this Mal Evans? Yes, I know he stayed at Paul's house, he was an EMI employee---and he may have conwritten part of Sgt Pepper and Fixin' A Hole--and he loved the Beatles and Rock and Roll.
He was in the Bill?Paull outside Abbey Road pic of Dec 20, 1966.
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(Where were YOU on the night of December, 20, 1966, Mr. Brown?!?!?!Objection your honor, Mr. Mason is intimidating the witness---------Never mind, Mr. Burger. I'll retract my question----The court recorder will strike the last question of Mr. Mason from the records, and the jury will forget they ever heard this question-----besides it is immaterial. Everyone knows that that Santa comes down the chimney on the eve of December 24th----so, there this crime of stealing all the red bows off Xmas gifts everywhere could not have been commited by Mr. Brown on the 20th-------simply because the gifts didn't start disappearing from underneath the trees UNTIL Christmas morning!!!!! So, you see, thge gujilt lies with all those guilty package grabbers that SNATCHED open their gifts on Xmas Morn! Since we know he was in jail on Christmas morning (for alledgedly stealing bows before their due time!!) he could not have been the one. You can't be in two places at one time. It is either a case of mistaken identity, or someone being very confused about the days and times.
Mr. Brown, you are to go out from here a free man today, because, as the pompous Mr. Perry Mason has demonstrated, no case can walk on legal legs that has confusion of testimony? Without the when, what and how, where, and who added up sensibly, there is nothing more to talk about in these honorable rooms. This court is not even sure what the charges exactly were.
And now, we'll hear not another peep from the solicitor. This case is a mis-trial. Please deaddock this file.
Case dismissed. This court is adjourned.
........ohh, sorry i am so sleepy I am drifting off into a strange have sleep..........i came here to post that where did Mal Evans come from? He is a bear of a man. A huge huge man. Looks like a body-guard. A singing, house-protecting, companion body guard who write lyrics and tunes---------this is an interesting man. Dedicated to his job. Really believed in the Beatles.
He must have been very depressed in LA in 75-6-7 whenever his end came.
Mal Evans was Falstaff to Paul/Bill's "King HenryII."
Every young prince-in-waiting is befriended by a burly, zestful spirited older man who misses his youth, misses the joy of his unencumbered crazy bachelor days--------the aging party meister never puts down his cask of Schlogg, foam running over the lips, until he collapses sick in an unclean bed of fevers and woe, never letting go of the fun times, the things that were, the how it used to be. They drain themselves down to the last pathetic sobbing half dressed in the boudoir while the few faithful caretakers nod their heads and say tsk-tsk, knowing the end's approaching. One day too much liquor, or a powder, aor a hot liquid in the arm is called for, then t he life slowly ebbs out till their clammy, glistening sweat drench skin grows cold and firm. The color they lost years ago never to return, is at this last time mocked by a blush of blue, like diluted ink from the niggling engravers shoppe, poured carelessly on the hard as marble cold flesh like a final comment of
the living world on the ultimate price of sloth and surfeiting. An apt lesson for the younger man, who disdainfully acknowledges their happier younger times between them, only to now break at the realization of his elder's final anguish. As one face of sadness peers down into the still open eyes of the defeated "blacksheep" uncle, a tear drops down from face to face, rolling unceremonially down the inky-blue face gazing up at the Youth with eyes that don't seem like eyes anymore. Age, forced to meet the grimness sonner, at least done with the pining, has the advantage over the youth. For the youth must put in so much time coming to terms with it all; the old man is done, resting, free from folly of the tangle of life.
Mal died in misery. That much I get. I much did he bring on himself? How many pipedreams and unlanded ships keep him from the ultimate greatness he wanted??? Didn't Falstaff know that the whole court knew he was over the edge? He was intoxicated with bitterness, and partaking of all the wrong antidotes. He was sad. He missed Henry. Henry could not come back. Falstaff had earned his reputation--he had become a menace to the Prince, and those that watch such things gave Falstaff the boot. Falstaff then spiritually failed. He would die now, it only needed time and outrageous opportunity to make it so................Falstaff could never accept life................He could not acceot not being important to the prince. This was the cruelist blow. He would never recover from that. no one could help him. stop himself from sliding in to self-destruct mode. He engaged that mechanical device himself.
Mal should have been able to make a decent life for himself. Decent is really the life that EVERYBODY wants.
The night THAT hit me was the night that suddenly I understood everything. As a gift from God. It faded. I forgot it all. God gave me his amnesia drug. But for a moment, I really had it. All I can say, is, the secret of everything involves, (1) YOU, (2) other people, (3) consideration (4) believeing in life, and the brilliant use of it (5) God is lurking between the molecules of , well, everything you can think of. God is a big lurker. He loves to Lurk. One day, I fear, he may quit lurking, and show himself to everyone, and we oughta remember he's a lurking. In a good way. God IS good.
So, today, cause God is good; I am gonna let myself off the hook; I'mm gonna tekk myself that life is good, gettin' better all the time, and I am happy. I am sleepy, I am going to bed. I am walking right out of this "discussion" court, and a free man at that, and laying down and sleeping like a truck driver in Martha Stewart Extra high-poly count threadcount semi-satin sheets, under the world's nicest comforter, and saw ZZZZZ's like a Griffley Adams being awake for 5 days and finally laying down.
Thank you judge, Thank you God. Good night, everybody, slep tight.
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