Letters from William Campbell - The official story - Full
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Letters from William Campbell
William Campbell tells the whole story of Paul's replacement at The Beatles
Here is the translation:
William Campbell letters
Chapter 1:
The first time you confused me with Paul McCartney was in the fall of 1962. He had just published with the Beatles their first single, Love I do. For my part, I already spent several months working on the appliance store my uncle. One day, on the way back home from work a girl of about seventeen I stared at me very intently. My first reaction was to stop and look at it with the same attention, because I figured if I looked like that maybe we knew we. Suddenly, she smiled I interpreted as a confirmation of their suspicion and then, he pounced on me. My repeated failures with women I did not put any obstacle to his effusive embrace that as usual the girls would not let me. By the time he started besuquearme, I had already left the task of locating in my memory to my sudden conquest. If I had any doubt that the girl was in a sorry mistake, it disappeared completely when started screaming ?? Paul, Paul! "I do not inmuté me. My pride itself noticed a little more, but in any case deserved it. in most cases the humiliation was even greater and I was not nearly kissed and fondled like that. But of course, little hard happiness in the poor house. immediately I was reprimanded by Ms. Helen Clodish ., a regular customer saw me in such an attitude, did not hesitate to claim me in spank with her purse and, of course, in pronouncing my name loudly, "Billy!". In most cases the humiliation was even greater and I was not nearly kissed and fondled like that. Of course, some hard happiness in the house of the poor. I was immediately reprimanded by Ms. Helen Clodish a regular customer. Seeing me in such an attitude, did not hesitate to claim me in spank with her purse and, of course, in pronouncing my name loudly, "Billy!". In most cases the humiliation was even greater and I was not nearly kissed and fondled like that. Of course, some hard happiness in the house of the poor. I was immediately reprimanded by Ms. Helen Clodish a regular customer. Seeing me in such an attitude, did not hesitate to claim me in spank with her purse and, of course, in pronouncing my name loudly, "Billy!".
Dissolved indecency, Ms. Clodish left the scene with an air of pride and accomplishment leaving me alone with the girl and a lie uncovered. That situation had not lived before. I decided to endure the rain and gloat, before they disappeared in contemplation those lips that I had just savor. To my surprise, when I looked back at her discovered on his face gesture closer to disbelief and doubt that anger or resentment. "Are you Paul?" He asked. You keep up the charade seemed cruel. He had often been humiliated mercilessly, but I understood that this girl, who dribbled me one iota of his affection, should not be the target of my revenge. "No, I'm not that just Paul. I am a guy named William Campbell, Billy, if you want". My confession did not seem out of the stupor in which he came to see me. "Is not you Paul McCartney?" He said. At that time my relationship with the Beatles was limited to the few times he had heard Love me do on the radio, so that name did not tell me anything. The girl then told me who it was Paul McCartney and we were two drops of water. I barely managed to convince her that I was not who she wanted, it's not that I had gained fame in the head and was intended to sneak out, my greatest musical achievement so far was to have sold two radios on the same day. At that time my relationship with the Beatles was limited to the few times he had heard Love me do on the radio, so that name did not tell me anything. The girl then told me who it was Paul McCartney and we were two drops of water. I barely managed to convince her that I was not who she wanted, it's not that I had gained fame in the head and was intended to sneak out, my greatest musical achievement so far was to have sold two radios on the same day. At that time my relationship with the Beatles was limited to the few times he had heard Love me do on the radio, so that name did not tell me anything. The girl then told me who it was Paul McCartney and we were two drops of water. I barely managed to convince her that I was not who she wanted, it's not that I had gained fame in the head and was intended to sneak out, my greatest musical achievement so far was to have sold two radios on the same day.
In successive days, confusions like this were becoming habitual. I humored me or not as interesase, taking advantage of reputation of others. There came a time when I was lacking resources ¬
hold my hoax, ie concluded that if wanted link via Paul McCartney I no longer was enough to know that was one of the members of a band called the Beatles. Therefore, I do not hesitate to buy simple, collect all press clipping as irrelevant it might seem and listen to all radio program, albeit in passing, mention my double.
Following the plan, one morning me away for a while from work to go to the record store Frankie Adams. It was there that I understood the whole litany of confusions came chasing me, where I became aware of "The Miracle of fish and McCartney," as John Lennon christened years later. Looking at the cover and look at myself was like those pastimes in which you have to find seven errors. I returned hastily to work calmly to examine the cover in the back room. Once back, I soon find distinctive nuances. Initially I was disappointed in such differences but I ended up judging as positive, because I gave arguments when not interest me confusion. In such cases, I used to notice my scar on his upper lip, my snub nose or my forehead wider.
My success with women was growing in proportion to the fame and reputation of the Beatles. At one point even I had to change the work in the store the other he could exercise without being in the public eye because he risked being recognized as impersonated Paul McCartney. But my success was inevitably accompanied by the ordeal it was for me to hear each and every one of the group's songs. Some of them even memorized and sang to consolidate my lie. I also learned to play a little guitar. I started playing it right until one afternoon a girl found me and informed me that Paul was left-handed, so I had to learn to play left. At first, all that amused me and really worth, but over time it became a stupid self imposed obligation was not so entertaining. All the girls in Darlington and most county already knew "Peter McCarthy, false Beatle", so my resemblance to Paul McCartney ended up being cause for derision. At that point, I decided to expand horizons and objectives. I decided to move to London, where no one would identify me, and use my likeness not only play on the weekends. Tired of the same songs humming a girl after another and sometimes being teased, I decided to be the one to take the hair to others. London would attend parties and posing as Paul McCartney, signed autographs and, of course, would ligand everything he could exhibitions. All the girls in Darlington and most county already knew "Peter McCarthy, false Beatle", so my resemblance to Paul McCartney ended up being cause for derision. At that point, I decided to expand horizons and objectives. I decided to move to London, where no one would identify me, and use my likeness not only play on the weekends. Tired of the same songs humming a girl after another and sometimes being teased, I decided to be the one to take the hair to others. London would attend parties and posing as Paul McCartney, signed autographs and, of course, would ligand everything he could exhibitions. All the girls in Darlington and most county already knew "Peter McCarthy, false Beatle", so my resemblance to Paul McCartney ended up being cause for derision. At that point, I decided to expand horizons and objectives. I decided to move to London, where no one would identify me, and use my likeness not only play on the weekends. Tired of the same songs humming a girl after another and sometimes being teased, I decided to be the one to take the hair to others. London would attend parties and posing as Paul McCartney, signed autographs and, of course, would ligand everything he could exhibitions. so my resemblance to Paul McCartney ended up being cause for derision. At that point, I decided to expand horizons and objectives. I decided to move to London, where no one would identify me, and use my likeness not only play on the weekends. Tired of the same songs humming a girl after another and sometimes being teased, I decided to be the one to take the hair to others. London would attend parties and posing as Paul McCartney, signed autographs and, of course, would ligand everything he could exhibitions. so my resemblance to Paul McCartney ended up being cause for derision. At that point, I decided to expand horizons and objectives. I decided to move to London, where no one would identify me, and use my likeness not only play on the weekends. Tired of the same songs humming a girl after another and sometimes being teased, I decided to be the one to take the hair to others. London would attend parties and posing as Paul McCartney, signed autographs and, of course, would ligand everything he could exhibitions. I decided to be the one to take hair to others. London would attend parties and posing as Paul McCartney, signed autographs and, of course, would ligand everything he could exhibitions. I decided to be the one to take hair to others. London would attend parties and posing as Paul McCartney, signed autographs and, of course, would ligand everything he could exhibitions.
Chapter 2:
¿Fragment of a letter written by William Campbell? (Second part)
With that plan in mind, in late 1964 I started working in a furniture store outside London and rented a penthouse near Hyde Park. Until six loaded and unloaded dressers, nightstands and other home furnishings. Once home, I had dinner, showered me and who was not transformed into about eight thirty. He took advantage of free time to keep abreast of everything about Paul and his group. Also sometimes he played guitar, but he did more for fans than doing more likely my assembly. In fact, I used to play songs by The Animals or The Rolling Stones instead of Beatles songs. To about nine, he left the house towards any of the trendy clubs like the Ad Lib, the Talk of the Town or the Blue Angel.
Sometimes I even came to deceive friends of Paul himself, like the night I confessed my hemorrhoid problems Pete Townshend or while Keith Richards hinted to me. One night I met an American photographer of Rolling Stone magazine named Linda Eastman. At first, I was afraid to warn my false identity because he saw in it a certain grudging attitude, but as I was chatting me feeling more comfortable with it. When we parted invited me to an exhibition of his a London gallery he had organized and that was why he was in England. The next morning I got up eager to see her again. The working day was interminable, the day seemed not advance. When I returned home, I had dinner hastily, I acicalé like never died and I was impatient until the appointed time. I reached the gallery at nine o'clock. There I greeted many friends of Paul, some already knew who they were, but most were total strangers to me. In the midst of this hubbub I met Linda. I see it a second time was even more destabilizing our first meeting last night. I bristled hair, my stomach clenched and pulse quicken and acquired autonomy or appeased as he saw fit. I got hooked her gaze with mine to which she responded by taking my sweaty left hand and showing me Shot entire exhibition. In the midst of this hubbub I met Linda. I see it a second time was even more destabilizing our first meeting last night. I bristled hair, my stomach clenched and pulse quicken and acquired autonomy or appeased as he saw fit. I got hooked her gaze with mine to which she responded by taking my sweaty left hand and showing me Shot entire exhibition. In the midst of this hubbub I met Linda. I see it a second time was even more destabilizing our first meeting last night. I bristled hair, my stomach clenched and pulse quicken and acquired autonomy or appeased as he saw fit. I got hooked her gaze with mine to which she responded by taking my sweaty left hand and showing me Shot entire exhibition.
Hube de dar verdaderos saltos mortales cuando comentábamos alguna de las fotografías relacionadas con los Beatles. Linda iba asentando con la cabeza a medida que yo improvisaba, por lo que poco a poco me fui sintiendo más cómodo y seguro. Fue entonces, en el momento en que mi corazón bajó las setenta pulsaciones, cuando comprendí que no tenía más remedio que enamorarme. La mujer que una y mil veces había diseñado en mi cabeza y que pensé que jamás existiría estaba justo delante de mí tomándome la mano. Casi sin darme yo cuenta, Linda me condujo a un cuartito que servía de almacén. Bajó una bombilla de cuarenta watios, me miró de manera cómplice arqueando la ceja izquierda y me dijo: "¿Qué tal está Jane?". Jane Asher era la novia de Paul. Sin darme tiempo a elaborar una respuesta y de manera más agresiva, prosiguió el interrogatorio: "¿Cómo os fue en el Ed Sullivan Show?". Mi cara desencajada empezaba a delatarme y su sonrisa socarrona empezaba a hacerme pensar que Linda estaba jugando conmigo. "Diez segundos tardé anoche en descubrirte". Ella no era una quinceañera enamoradiza, ella era una profesional que había detectado de inmediato los ¬
diferentes matices de nuestras respectivas caras. Me sentí ridículo, fracasado y, lo que era peor, humillado por alguien de quien me estaba enamorando. Se hizo entonces un silencio, cuya duración no sabría precisar, en el que dudé entre salir corriendo, besarla, confesar e incluso inventar una excusa. Fue ella la que volvió a tomar la iniciativa. Esta vez me tomó con fuerza por la cintura con ambas manos y me apretó contra sí. Yo la abracé y le correspondí besándole el cabello. Entre limpia cristales, mopas, cubos, y algún olvidado viejo marco confesamos nuestros respectivos sentimientos hacia el otro. Conocer a Linda supuso mi jubilación como falsa estrella. Ya nunca más me haría pasar por Paul, aunque el que me confundieran era algo inevitable y que no estaba en mis manos.
En cuanto le fue posible, Linda se trasladó a Londres y nos fuimos a vivir juntos. Atrás quedaron todas mis mentiras y la soledad a la que me empujaba mi secretismo. Volví a ser Billy las veinticuatro horas del día, recuperé mi vida y la compartí con Linda. Además, por su profesión, seguí moviéndome en los mismos ambientes nocturnos, que ya empezaba a dominar. Confesé mi farsa a muchas de mis víctimas, la mayoría de las cuales, se rieron mucho de sí mismos.
Chapter 3:
Como ya no tenía que esconderme de nadie, una noche en el Bag O'Nails Linda me presentó a los Beatles. En cuanto me vio, John Lennon empezó a reír como un loco y, que yo recuerde, no paró en toda la noche. George Harrison me miró fijamente, miró fijamente a Paul, hizo un leve gesto a medio camino de la aprobación y la sorpresa y se fue a pedir una copa. Ringo Starr…Bueno, a esas alturas de la noche Ringo ya no gozaba de las condiciones mentales necesarias para hacer un juicio de valor mínimamente coherente. Finalmente me quedé a solas con mi doble. El mirarnos cara a cara nos dejó mudos a ambos. Tuvo que ser Linda la que nos hiciera reaccionar haciéndole ver mi cicatriz en el labio superior y mi nariz más respingona. Dichas diferencias le aliviaron de alguna manera, peor en cualquier caso no consiguieron sacarle de la perplejidad que le supuso tenerme frente a frente. Los dos intentamos disimular nuestro mutismo con una risa nerviosa que lo único que consiguió fue prolongar el carcajeo de John. Aquel encuentro puso fin de manera definitiva (eso creía yo) al cúmulo de mentiras en que se había convertido mi vida y daba paso a una nueva época, que viviría con Linda.
Una vez confesada mi verdadera identidad, mi vida se convirtió en un remanso de paz y tranquilidad. Llevaba más de dos años temiendo ser descubierto y por fin me sentía absolutamente libre. Además, había encontrado a la mujer más importante de mi vida. Sin embargo, tanto sosiego no iba a durar mucho. El 13 de noviembre de 1965 vinieron a casa John Lennon y George Harrison acompañados por Brian Epstein, al cual no había conocido personalmente con anterioridad. Poniéndose en contacto con la revista Rolling Stone localizaron a Linda y fue ella la que concertó la cita. Parecían preocupados, nerviosos y me trataban de una manera muy rara. En las ocasiones en que habíamos coincidido, ambos se habían limitado a un saludo o, a lo sumo, un comentario jocoso sobre mi parecido con Paul. Pero esta vez era distinto, el mero hecho de que ellos hubiesen propiciado el encuentro ya me resultaba chocante. Fueron John y George los que llevaron el peso de la conversación. Me hablaron de una manera muy vaga del rodaje de Help!, del estreno, del álbum que estaban preparando, de los contratos que tenían firmados, de las giras. Todo aquello olía a preámbulo, como si no fueran capaces de contarme el verdadero motivo de la cita. Brian, que parecía más tranquilo y distante, permanecía en silencio todo el rato. Yo empezaba a sentirme aturdido, aburrido y un poco estúpido. En un momento de la conversación, John y George se miraron mutuamente de manera desconcertada y ambos miraron a Brian como suplicándole. Finalmente, fue éste quien asumió la responsabilidad y directa y concisamente me informó de lo que estaba pasando: "Paul ha muerto".
Chapter 4:
Me desbordó la noticia en sí y la crudeza de Brian pero, sobre todo, me conmovió el desconsolado llanto de John y George. No se podía decir que yo estuviera especialmente afectado por la noticia, que nos pareciéramos físicamente no era un agravante. Mis contactos con Paul habían sido mínimos, por lo que juzgué más urgente ayudar a John y a George a sobreponerse que mis propios lamentos. Tras unos instantes realmente dramáticos, la situación se calmó y relajó un poco. Tuve entonces tiempo para pensar y preguntarme por qué habían venido a contármelo, pero no fui capaz de plantear mis dudas. El tenso silencio que se había creado lo rompió Brian, que volvió a tomar la responsabilidad. Relató de manera detallada cómo había sucedido todo. Nos contó, a Londa y a mí, que dos días antes Paul había sufrido un accidente de tránsito y había fallecido en el acto. Iba acompañado de una chica llamada Rita, por lo que Jane Asher (su novia), aun no había sido informada del fatal percance. Brian continuó dándonos datos del accidente, sobre quién estaba al tanto y quién no, sobre por qué tanto secretismo. Tanta información privada no hacía sino que me sintiera más lejano al problema, no conseguía entender por qué era yo uno de los elegidos. Finalmente, John se armó de valor, respiró profundamente y, mirándome a los ojos me dijo: "Queremos que seas Paul". Mi primera reacción fue la de no sentirme ni tan siquiera aludido, mi asombro me impidió recordar que Paul y yo éramos dos gotas de agua. Sin darme tiempo a articular palabra, George siguió con la propuesta. No creían que aquélla fuera la manera idónea de que un Beatle muriese, querían que Paul tuviera otro final. Mi papel consistiría en fingir un fallecimiento más digno para Paul y participar en la sesión fotográfica de Rubber Soul, que sería publicado como homenaje póstumo. Me dieron un par de días para reflexionar y nos despedimos.
A mí todo aquello me pareció de lo más descabellado que había escuchado en mi vida, pero Linda me hizo ver lo afectados que estaban y que no me habrían pedido semejante favor si realmente lo necesitasen. Me convenció que de alguna manera tenían razón en que un Beatle no merecía dejar este mundo por la puerta de atrás. Me hizo pensar también en Jane Asher. Así, tras dos días meditando decidí embarcarme en aquel proyecto, con la única condición de que Linda dirigiera la sesión fotográfica de Rubber Soul. Me disponía a localizar a Brian Epstein para comunicarle mi decisión cuando recibí una llamada telefónica de John Lennon. Fue casi tan intrigante como breve: "Hay cambio de planes". Le dije que estaba dispuesto a suplantar a Paul pero no pareció importarle demasiado y se limitó a citarme esa misma noche en el despacho de Brian. Eran casi las diez cuando George Harrison me recogió en su auto. Apenas cruzamos un par de palabras, se limitó a conducir a gran velocidad hasta el punto de encuentro. Al entrar, vi de frente a Brian sentado tras su mesa. A su izquierda había un sofá en el que se encontraban John Lennon y George Martin. Me presentaron a éste último, ya que no nos habíamos visto hasta entonces. Al advertir mi presencia, Ringo salió de una habitación contigua y me saludó de manera más efusiva que el resto. Se sentó en una silla junto al escritorio de Brian y me invitó a tomar asiento en un sillón frente al sofá. George se quedó de pie. Se volvió a crear entonces el tenso clima de indecisión que tanto me incomodó en la anterior reunión. Nuevamente fue Brian el que tomó la palabra. Me agradeció enormemente mi ofrecimiento y que fuese tan receptivo, pero me confirmó el anuncio de John. Habían cambiado de idea. Di por hecho que dirían públicamente la verdad y se olvidarían de mí, lo cual me alegró por un lado pero por otro me dejaba sin mis quince minutos de gloria. Antes de que Brian me sacara de mi error, llegó el último invitado a la reunión. Sólo George Martin lo ¬
conocía y tras presentarlo a los demás dijo: "Éste es". El tipo en cuestión se llamaba Lewis Kite y se sentó junto a mí, daba la impresión de estar aun más despistado que yo. Una vez sentados los dos, Brian Epstein comenzó la exposición del nuevo plan:
"Nunca antes ha habido un grupo como los Beatles, lo sabéis. No te rías, Billy. Sé que prefieres a Mick y a Keith, aunque ellos no hayan tenido tantos números uno como nosotros. En un futuro próximo, si no hoy día, tendréis conciencia del punto de inflexión que suponen los Beatles para la historia del rock. Habrá un antes y un después, abundarán los imitadores que buscarán el oasis en el desierto, que buscarán ser como John o como George. Pero desgraciadamente, Paul ha muerto. ¿Se acabó? Os supongo al tanto de la discografía que hasta el momento ha publicado el grupo. Bueno, os aseguro que no conocéis ni el diez por ciento del talento de estos chicos. Yo sí he escuchado Rubber Soul, el nuevo disco. También os quiero hablar de las giras pendientes, de la gente que está deseando ver de cerca a los Beatles. Tenemos muchos contratos firmados por cumplir. Esos contratos no son dinero, sino gente a la que le gusta la música, a la que les gustan los Beatles… pero esa gente está en vuestras manos, en tu voz, Lewis, y en tu cara, William. Vosotros podéis ser Paul. Él lo habría querido así. Por la gente, por la música. Estos chicos tocaron en todos los antros de Hamburgo para llegar hasta aquí, durmieron hacinados para llegar hasta aquí. Ahora pueden llegar mucho más allá y vosotros podéis ir con ellos."
I was a bit confusing. The lack of clarity of Brian and my suspicion unlikely left me speechless. George berated Brian who was so little less concrete and asked bluntly. To this request, dutifully he answered the other George. Easy and direct speech confirmed my intuition. Lewis wanted to enter and resuscitate Paul for the Beatles could go on. Lewis supplant Paul's voice in the studio and I would face at press conferences, concerts and other public events. To our manifest inability to speak, we were riddled based arguments, explanations and details that failed but make us even more confused. Lewis was the first known escape the harassment and requested time for reflection. One by one they were leaving the office until we were alone together. Almost Ringo had not left the room when Lewis stood before me and I blurted out, "I ride the boat, and you?". "If you have it so clear, why do you ask time?" I replied. "For you I love you convince me," he replied. I did see that, unlike me, he did have musical aspirations. He spent several years singing in hells half of England and this was the opportunity to pursue music seriously. He also stressed reasons we got others but exposed by it seemed more convincing. Thus, between despair and aspirations of each other, I was forced to accept. Immediately, Lewis called the office to rest and announced our decision. I saw in the eyes of John and George a melancholy but at the same time look excited,
Chapter 5:
The meeting in the office of Brian was just the tip of the iceberg, there were still many details to outline. The most complicated was certainly inform Jane Asher of what happened and convince her to collaborate in the farce. Again, it was Brian who assumed the role of spokesman and without too much difficulty got his complicity. So, we had a free hand to develop the cover of Rubber Soul. In the photo sessions that led Linda, it became clear what was obvious: Paul and I were different. Seeing me on the cover, any fan of the Beatles warn our physical differences. Linda tried to hide my wide forehead with bangs to her eyebrows, my nose snub by the photo from a lower point and my scar on his upper lip disguising. The cover was pretty good, It was pretty convincing, but had to seek permanent solutions. I retouched the nose with a simple plastic surgery. The problem of the forehead was always easily concealable with bangs, but more complicated was the scar. To justify it, we add a motorcycle accident on December 26, which Paul would come out unscathed, but damaged his upper lip.
Passed with flying colors ordeal was the publication of Rubber Soul and presentation to the press was even more difficult to pass the exam. This was none other than live performances. As I turned the necessary recovery period after surgery on the nose, I started working hard in the studio to learn to play bass. When I was a faker (non-professional), he had learned to play a little guitar, but never low. In addition, I had not played. Were the two Georges (especially Harrison), who were responsible for instructing me to be the most qualified and John have a strange aversion to the instrument. What he does is commissioned John, and some Ringo, he was to teach me to move, to behave like Paul. I was taught countless gestures, gestures that would assume ownership and take them to light naturally. I was forced to smile in public almost constantly, arched both eyebrows in greeting, to be educated and reverent. I slowly were also inculcating a sense of humor Beatle and ways of thinking and living. This accelerated course on how to be Paul McCartney filled the study of a collective sense of nostalgia, but also helped to keep in mind his memory. While I received bass lessons and interpretation, Lewis spent a lot of time working with George Martin. This helped him to refine certain aspects of her voice and her singing for his imitation was as perfect as possible. Lewis, at first, was dedicated to follow signs for George, but as we were integrating into the group, he was bringing possible contributions for the next album. It was his obsession. Not a day passed that would not ask the start of the sessions for the new job. I kept absolutely apart, because I considered myself as a puppet or a dummy, but others, especially John, were annoyed enough that Lewis would take much prominence. However, when they met in depth his musical ideas had no choice but to recognize their quality, which gave him a small hole in the triumvirate Lennon-Harrison-Martin. especially John, were annoyed enough that Lewis would take much prominence. However, when they met in depth his musical ideas had no choice but to recognize their quality, which gave him a small hole in the triumvirate Lennon-Harrison-Martin. especially John, were annoyed enough that Lewis would take much prominence. However, when they met in depth his musical ideas had no choice but to recognize their quality, which gave him a small hole in the triumvirate Lennon-Harrison-Martin.
In April 1966 began the sessions of the new album, Revolver. At first, it was very cold. They were not used to working without Paul, it was as if everyone had remorse when proposing a melody or a lyric. To break this psychological barrier was a big help the nerve and ambition of Lewis, which did not cost him so much ¬
Work share their ideas. He was the only one who had not met Paul and, therefore, was not so present his memory. So, gradually Lewis was infecting others with his enthusiasm and the drive was moving forward. I, for my part, was working in a nearby studio facing the summer tours by Germany, Japan, the Philippines, the United States and Canada. Sometimes it worked and sometimes only accompanied me George Harrison, George Martin or most of the time, Ringo Starr. One day, without warning, he appeared in the studio to talk to me Jane Asher. By the time we were alone it was really hard. It hard to start talking, I reminded him too much to Paul. I greatly appreciated my help, she understood all that assembly as a way to stay close had been and was the man of her life. He did not hesitate to share with me all his most intimate memories so that Paul seemed to me as possible. As he evokes his figure, as was recreating every detail of her personality, her mingled smiles and tears, slowly my mental integrity were filing. In the end, we merge in an embrace of mutual comfort and went with the same discretion with which wine. That visit, as well as to learn more about Paul, helped me to assess in perspective Linda, which had a little abandoned since I joined the Beatles. I tried to spend more time with her. I suggested that returned to order the album cover, but had already spoken to Klaus Voorman, an old friend from Hamburg. As he evokes his figure, as was recreating every detail of her personality, her mingled smiles and tears, slowly my mental integrity were filing. In the end, we merge in an embrace of mutual comfort and went with the same discretion with which wine. That visit, as well as to learn more about Paul, helped me to assess in perspective Linda, which had a little abandoned since I joined the Beatles. I tried to spend more time with her. I suggested that returned to order the album cover, but had already spoken to Klaus Voorman, an old friend from Hamburg. As he evokes his figure, as was recreating every detail of her personality, her mingled smiles and tears, slowly my mental integrity were filing. In the end, we merge in an embrace of mutual comfort and went with the same discretion with which wine. That visit, as well as to learn more about Paul, helped me to assess in perspective Linda, which had a little abandoned since I joined the Beatles. I tried to spend more time with her. I suggested that returned to order the album cover, but had already spoken to Klaus Voorman, an old friend from Hamburg. we melted into an embrace of mutual comfort and went with the same discretion with which wine. That visit, as well as to learn more about Paul, helped me to assess in perspective Linda, which had a little abandoned since I joined the Beatles. I tried to spend more time with her. I suggested that returned to order the album cover, but had already spoken to Klaus Voorman, an old friend from Hamburg. we melted into an embrace of mutual comfort and went with the same discretion with which wine. That visit, as well as to learn more about Paul, helped me to assess in perspective Linda, which had a little abandoned since I joined the Beatles. I tried to spend more time with her. I suggested that returned to order the album cover, but had already spoken to Klaus Voorman, an old friend from Hamburg.
It was inevitable that the disc contains more or less clear to Paul references. His imprint remained unchanged in the memories of John and George when they made up. The most obvious nod to Paul maybe it was John's song "Tomorrow Never Knows", whose title is taken from the Tibetan Book of the Dead. Here we talk about "playing the game existence to the end". One night, Ringo dreamed that after being buried, Paul climbed aboard a yellow submarine and traveled through the bowels of the Earth. The next day she told John who composed Yellow Submarine, Ringo sing song itself. George also made his little tribute to Paul with his song Taxman. Actually, the title covered up the word "Taxidermist" (taxidermist). Some of the new songs Revolver came out a little earlier than the disc itself. They were included in a strange promotional disc that never reached the stores. The album in question is called The Beatles Yesterday and Today, but will always be remembered as The Butcher Album (disc butcher). The nickname is due to the cover, which cubbyhole four white coats and fiddling with pieces of raw meat and decapitated dolls. That was the macabre way the Beatles "made public" the death of Paul. cubbyhole in which four white coats and fiddling with pieces of raw meat and decapitated dolls. That was the macabre way the Beatles "made public" the death of Paul. cubbyhole in which four white coats and fiddling with pieces of raw meat and decapitated dolls. That was the macabre way the Beatles "made public" the death of Paul.
Chapter 6:
A week after the publication of The Butcher Album, in late June, we embarked on a tour that would take us in the first instance to Germany and later to Japan and the Philippines. For nearly six months of work in the studio we fail to agree on how to do concerts. I could sing and vocal blame difference hoarseness or scarce technical resources, or we could choose to playback and sing Lewis behind the scenes. Tucked into the maelstrom of the new album, we had only agreed to reduce as much as possible Paul's songs in the repertoire. I myself was that five minutes before the first concert of the tour, at the Circus Kronen Munich, Lewis decided to sing. It was pretty unconvincing. Nerves made me withdraw from the microphone when he was supposed to get close when not singing and touched me. I could see disgruntled faces in the front row but did not get even more nervous. The next concert was not until two days later, so we had enough time to discuss what to do. John and George wanted that concert was special, because nothing fails held in Hamburg and wanted to dedicate it to Paul. We were rehearsing intensely playback but decided to try the other option. I decided to sing myself. I went on stage with a great burden of responsibility, as John and George had a couple of days telling stories of his previous time in Hamburg and reminiscing Paul and Stu (Stuart Sutcliffe). As the concert progressed, the initial madness of the public was turning into a contagious confidence. This time were unaware of plagiarism only the first few rows, but all Ernst Merck Halle. Discouragement came over me after the performance, had no comfort possible. I do not spare even psychically, we undertook the journey to Japan. During the trip, Brian raised something we all had in mind from the beginning but that no one had dared to comment, the Beatles were doomed to disappear as a live band.
Performances such as Germany only help to undermine the prestige of the group. Inevitably pessimism gripped us all, which made our eastern tour was a disaster. Concerts became a difficult ordeal of combat and the atmosphere within the group was thinning. All this had its heyday in the Philippines where John's refusal to visit Imelda Marcos almost cost us dearly. Philippine out uninjured and returned to England we were joined by some to everyone. In addition, we returned to present Revolver, which renewed the hopes of all. However, these illusions lasted little, because just a week after the release of the album we set sail for the American tour of the United States and Canada. Back to concerts and traveling back us all the long faces and tension. To make matters worse, the reception was most hostile for statements of John in which allegedly stated that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ. Thus, from the first concert in Chicago on August 12, we all set a date and place: Aug. 29 at Candlestick Park, San Francisco. That was the end of the tunnel, the last Beatles concert. The way to Candlestick Park was a real ordeal. In our previous difficulties concerts constant criticism that we were victims of our own press and fans joined. That is why the 29 day before the concert, we did not know what to feel. On the one hand, relief at the end of what had become a nightmare. But then, it was inevitable some nostalgia and grief. Further, ¬
That complicity ended up being very positive and the concert was the best since joining.
As we returned from the United States, George went first to India with Ravi Shankar. Shortly afterwards, in autumn, John went to Almeria, Spain, to film How I Won the War. It looked as if the Beatles were falling apart, as if everyone was more concerned about their particular concerns. To me all that overflowed me, he had no capacity to develop any activity for myself. I needed to make my role in the group. However, Lewis did feel more capable and more independent. Not stop Paul propose individual projects, ie, George Martin and me. In this context the soundtrack of the film The Family Way, who composed between the two frames.
The album itself did not have much impact, but it paved the way for Sgt. Pepper. It served to resume the habit of working in the studio. Lewis again the urge to Kite were key for the new album. John and George seemed more focused on other activities and their contributions to the album were minimal but of extraordinary quality and dedicated to Paul. The real contribution of John the album was the idea of the cover. He thought that if The Butcher Album was the announcement of the death of Paul, Sgt. Pepper had to represent the burial. As happened already in Revolver, Sgt. Pepper had different veiled allusions to the death of Paul, in addition to the cover itself. The clearest was perhaps the verse John "I Blew His mind out in a car". In addition, this time there was talk of Rita, Paul's companion on the day of the accident, and Lewis and I were introduced. He, John dedicated his song Being for the benefict of Mr. Kite, while I was presented in a more subtle way. . It was at the end of the song Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, in the last verse: "Billy Shears". This name covered up the phrase "Billy's here." During the recording, Lewis assumed much of the responsibility. This used to cause minor clashes between himself and John Lewis and George. They would never have reproached the present the memory of Paul, wanting to replace it at all costs. Lewis responded to the accusation with a little help from With my friends. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, in the last verse: "Billy Shears". This name covered up the phrase "Billy's here." During the recording, Lewis assumed much of the responsibility. This used to cause minor clashes between himself and John Lewis and George. They would never have reproached the present the memory of Paul, wanting to replace it at all costs. Lewis responded to the accusation with a little help from With my friends. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, in the last verse: "Billy Shears". This name covered up the phrase "Billy's here." During the recording, Lewis assumed much of the responsibility. This used to cause minor clashes between himself and John Lewis and George. They would never have reproached the present the memory of Paul, wanting to replace it at all costs. Lewis responded to the accusation with a little help from With my friends. wanting to replace it at all costs. Lewis responded to the accusation with a little help from With my friends. wanting to replace it at all costs. Lewis responded to the accusation with a little help from With my friends.
Por un lado, con la canción Lewis se reivindicaba y dejaba claro que sin nosotros dos no habrían podido salir adelante. Y por otro lado, rendía tributo a la figura original de Paul, pues las iniciales de las palabras de la canción coincidían con las de la frase "William and Lewis have faked my fame". La canción la cantó Ringo, quien en todas las discusiones actuaba de mediador. Un día, al salir del estudio, me crucé en el pasillo con un componente de un grupo que estaba grabando en el estudio de al lado. Era Roger Waters, quien estaba grabando con Pink Floyd The Pipers at the Gate of Dawn. Estuvimos charlando un buen rato y nos fuimos a casa a colocarnos con LSD. Entre el ácido y el cansancio acumulado, la conversación fue degenerando poco a poco y terminamos hablando de la película The Wizard of Oz. Fue interesante charlar con él, pero jamás lo repetimos.
Chapter 7:
Con un disco en el mercado y sin una gira planificada, los Beatles volvían a disponer de gran cantidad de tiempo libre, lo que propiciaba la dispersión de sus componentes. George viajó a la costa oeste de Estados Unidos, John afianzaba su relación con Yoko Ono, a la que había conocido unos meses antes. Por su parte, Lewis siguió trabajando con George Martin preparando el programa televisivo Our World. Nos volvimos a reunir otra vez todos para dicho programa y, posteriormente, para hacer un crucero por el Egeo. De regreso, George nos convenció para que fuéramos a conocer al Maharishi Mahesh Yogui, que se encontraba en Inglaterra dando una serie de conferencias. Al año siguiente iríamos con él a Rishikesh. Pero sin duda alguna el hecho más significativo de esta época posterior a Sgt. Pepper fue la muerte de Brian Epstein. Con él se murió el orden necesario en los Beatles, el hombre que firmaba contratos, organizaba eventos y asumía responsabilidades. No fue otro sino Brian el que nos captó para el grupo a Lewis y a mí. También fue él quien se había encargado de invitar a abandonar al grupo a Pete Best para que entrara Ringo. El talento descomunal que tenían los Beatles lo reconducía musicalmente George Martin y Brian se encargaba de difundirlo. Así, el grupo perdió una referencia imprescindible que jamás supo suplir. La muerte de Brian, junto con la llegada de Yoko, fue el principal motivo del declive y posterior desaparición de los Beatles. Lewis intentó muchas veces asumir el papel de Brian pero no lo consiguió. En parte porque no lo dejaban John y George (suplir a Paul ya era bastante), y en parte porque no estaba capacitado.
In tribute to Brian, the Beatles began to lay the foundations of what had been his obsession until he died: create a record itself. But the Beatles had always been musicians and never entrepreneurs, and the project, named Apple for being the favorite fruit of Brian, never caught. They struggling to be multidisciplinary artists (spirit that was the original idea of Apple) launched the filming of The Magical Tour. The experience became a true reflection of the situation of the Beatles. There was a definite script, constantly improvising and everyone was assuming leadership as found more or less inspired. The result was an extravagant movie modest success. Aware that the prevailing lack of control condemn the group to his disappearance, The Beatles decided to spend some time in India with the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi practicing transcendental meditation. Lewis refused to make the trip, which worsened their relationship with the rest, especially with George. He preferred to stay in London and trying to organize songs by Apple. Stay in Rishikesh with Maharishi was generally very positive. It helped us take a view of the future and provided much material for the next album. Rumors emerged only at the end that questioned the intentions of the Maharishi (said they had tried to seduce Mia Farrow) somehow they managed to spot our time in Rishikesh. He preferred to stay in London and trying to organize songs by Apple. Stay in Rishikesh with Maharishi was generally very positive. It helped us take a view of the future and provided much material for the next album. Rumors emerged only at the end that questioned the intentions of the Maharishi (said they had tried to seduce Mia Farrow) somehow they managed to spot our time in Rishikesh. He preferred to stay in London and trying to organize songs by Apple. Stay in Rishikesh with Maharishi was generally very positive. It helped us take a view of the future and provided much material for the next album. Rumors emerged only at the end that questioned the intentions of the Maharishi (said they had tried to seduce Mia Farrow) somehow they managed to spot our time in Rishikesh.
Back in London, we found a nasty surprise. Lewis, at their own risk had hired some of his friends to make a movie cartoon about the Beatles. To make matters worse, the film was called Yellow Submarine, which was a song dedicated to Paul. As much as they were indignant, John and George were forced to work because they established the contract he had signed Lewis, who had made the powers that Brian had before he died. Fortunately, Rishikesh had filled tanks positive energy of John and George and the incident was not a strong anger and limiting the powers of Lewis. In fact, both privately acknowledged the quality of the film.
Chapter 8:
The moribund Apple received another blow on the day that began the recording of The Beatles, known as The White Album. All focused on the disc, the company was abandoned to its fate. Before the start of The White Album sessions, there was another key fact in the final outcome of the group: the divorce of John, and the subsequent definitive entry Yoko Ono to the life of John and the Beatles. It was something that was seen coming for some time, but not until then John decided to take the final step. Not wanting to be separated from Yoko after the divorce, he made the worst mistake: bring her to study the recordings on the disc. Coexisted with it the same way we did with any member of the group, he spent long sessions stuck recording in the studio with us. Dealing with her was most agreeable, It was an extraordinarily affable, as opposed to the image which is then wanted to give her woman. That's why I never extrañasen their show of affection for me, baby I did not hesitate to reciprocate. However, one day I noticed that John looked at me with an air of reproach and that others shunned me and did not want to cross me look. I felt terrible, just and somewhat indignant.
John did not speak to me, George almost no solidarity with John and my relationship with Lewis had cooled much following the theme of the film. Ringo was only me who had never had a serious conversation. I tried to let off steam with Linda but she did not live the situation and failed to help. My decision was to stand firm in my attitude and expect a good time to sort it all out. Unfortunately that moment never came. What if he was the love of Yoko culminating in the declaration of his love. My refusal filled with resentment, my attitude also had confused her. The next day in the study had to grab John for not hit me. He insulted me and told me to get out of their group. I did it like that. In fact, the album cover photo was not wearing any for my absence. They were sad to me by the way he had left the group and for the rest days because my absence meant the end of the Beatles. However, Lewis had even booked us a surprise. While others were in Rishikesh, he had signed several more contracts. Specifically, we would have to shoot another movie and record another album: Let It Be and Abbey Road. Let it be the shot in the huge studies Twickenham in addition to feeling out of place, there was a cold and soulless environment. To record the soundtrack we moved to the studies that we had built in the basement of Apple. I claustrophobia of those studies helped us at all to soften the prevailing tension. In fact, the only recording of that pleasant moment was when we climbed to the roof to play.
Finished shooting the film and while it was assembled, we set to work on Abbey Road, after a pause that Linda and I took advantage to get married. Return to our studies always work much easier. In addition the common desire to end this nightmare made all had a better layout. Since my presence in the study was not as necessary as it was for the filming of Let it be me whenever I could I absent. In fact, I just participated except for photo sessions. Of these it is worth noting the latest in Titenhurst Park, the new home of John in Ascot. He imposed it out at home and Yoko appeared in the report. Not afraid: and I suggested to Linda as a photographer for the sessions. But he opposed John Lewis George and Linda supported me and finally made the report.
Abbey Road on the market had run the group's commitments and therefore had thrown the curtain to a musically brilliant period, however, the break was not made public. Mounting problems Let it be done that had not yet had released. In addition, John gave the soundtrack to Phil Spector to reproduce that which, incidentally, conflicts arose between John and Lewis again. It was also a source of tension between them that John tried to impose Allen Klein, his new henchman, representing the group. The only thing certain of these ongoing discussions is delaying the release of Let It Be and the announcement of the dissolution of the group. I was precisely that it had to go public. It was in the presentation of McCartney's first solo album Lewis. I read a brief statement in which he made official what was already an open secret. The next day came the simple Let it be and was number one. Finally it would be The Long and Winding Road, a song that summed up the career of the Beatles.
Use the google translator to read them in English.
I leave the link of William's letters:
Letters from William Campbell
William Campbell tells the whole story of Paul's replacement at The Beatles
Here is the translation:
William Campbell letters
Chapter 1:
The first time you confused me with Paul McCartney was in the fall of 1962. He had just published with the Beatles their first single, Love I do. For my part, I already spent several months working on the appliance store my uncle. One day, on the way back home from work a girl of about seventeen I stared at me very intently. My first reaction was to stop and look at it with the same attention, because I figured if I looked like that maybe we knew we. Suddenly, she smiled I interpreted as a confirmation of their suspicion and then, he pounced on me. My repeated failures with women I did not put any obstacle to his effusive embrace that as usual the girls would not let me. By the time he started besuquearme, I had already left the task of locating in my memory to my sudden conquest. If I had any doubt that the girl was in a sorry mistake, it disappeared completely when started screaming ?? Paul, Paul! "I do not inmuté me. My pride itself noticed a little more, but in any case deserved it. in most cases the humiliation was even greater and I was not nearly kissed and fondled like that. But of course, little hard happiness in the poor house. immediately I was reprimanded by Ms. Helen Clodish ., a regular customer saw me in such an attitude, did not hesitate to claim me in spank with her purse and, of course, in pronouncing my name loudly, "Billy!". In most cases the humiliation was even greater and I was not nearly kissed and fondled like that. Of course, some hard happiness in the house of the poor. I was immediately reprimanded by Ms. Helen Clodish a regular customer. Seeing me in such an attitude, did not hesitate to claim me in spank with her purse and, of course, in pronouncing my name loudly, "Billy!". In most cases the humiliation was even greater and I was not nearly kissed and fondled like that. Of course, some hard happiness in the house of the poor. I was immediately reprimanded by Ms. Helen Clodish a regular customer. Seeing me in such an attitude, did not hesitate to claim me in spank with her purse and, of course, in pronouncing my name loudly, "Billy!".
Dissolved indecency, Ms. Clodish left the scene with an air of pride and accomplishment leaving me alone with the girl and a lie uncovered. That situation had not lived before. I decided to endure the rain and gloat, before they disappeared in contemplation those lips that I had just savor. To my surprise, when I looked back at her discovered on his face gesture closer to disbelief and doubt that anger or resentment. "Are you Paul?" He asked. You keep up the charade seemed cruel. He had often been humiliated mercilessly, but I understood that this girl, who dribbled me one iota of his affection, should not be the target of my revenge. "No, I'm not that just Paul. I am a guy named William Campbell, Billy, if you want". My confession did not seem out of the stupor in which he came to see me. "Is not you Paul McCartney?" He said. At that time my relationship with the Beatles was limited to the few times he had heard Love me do on the radio, so that name did not tell me anything. The girl then told me who it was Paul McCartney and we were two drops of water. I barely managed to convince her that I was not who she wanted, it's not that I had gained fame in the head and was intended to sneak out, my greatest musical achievement so far was to have sold two radios on the same day. At that time my relationship with the Beatles was limited to the few times he had heard Love me do on the radio, so that name did not tell me anything. The girl then told me who it was Paul McCartney and we were two drops of water. I barely managed to convince her that I was not who she wanted, it's not that I had gained fame in the head and was intended to sneak out, my greatest musical achievement so far was to have sold two radios on the same day. At that time my relationship with the Beatles was limited to the few times he had heard Love me do on the radio, so that name did not tell me anything. The girl then told me who it was Paul McCartney and we were two drops of water. I barely managed to convince her that I was not who she wanted, it's not that I had gained fame in the head and was intended to sneak out, my greatest musical achievement so far was to have sold two radios on the same day.
In successive days, confusions like this were becoming habitual. I humored me or not as interesase, taking advantage of reputation of others. There came a time when I was lacking resources ¬
hold my hoax, ie concluded that if wanted link via Paul McCartney I no longer was enough to know that was one of the members of a band called the Beatles. Therefore, I do not hesitate to buy simple, collect all press clipping as irrelevant it might seem and listen to all radio program, albeit in passing, mention my double.
Following the plan, one morning me away for a while from work to go to the record store Frankie Adams. It was there that I understood the whole litany of confusions came chasing me, where I became aware of "The Miracle of fish and McCartney," as John Lennon christened years later. Looking at the cover and look at myself was like those pastimes in which you have to find seven errors. I returned hastily to work calmly to examine the cover in the back room. Once back, I soon find distinctive nuances. Initially I was disappointed in such differences but I ended up judging as positive, because I gave arguments when not interest me confusion. In such cases, I used to notice my scar on his upper lip, my snub nose or my forehead wider.
My success with women was growing in proportion to the fame and reputation of the Beatles. At one point even I had to change the work in the store the other he could exercise without being in the public eye because he risked being recognized as impersonated Paul McCartney. But my success was inevitably accompanied by the ordeal it was for me to hear each and every one of the group's songs. Some of them even memorized and sang to consolidate my lie. I also learned to play a little guitar. I started playing it right until one afternoon a girl found me and informed me that Paul was left-handed, so I had to learn to play left. At first, all that amused me and really worth, but over time it became a stupid self imposed obligation was not so entertaining. All the girls in Darlington and most county already knew "Peter McCarthy, false Beatle", so my resemblance to Paul McCartney ended up being cause for derision. At that point, I decided to expand horizons and objectives. I decided to move to London, where no one would identify me, and use my likeness not only play on the weekends. Tired of the same songs humming a girl after another and sometimes being teased, I decided to be the one to take the hair to others. London would attend parties and posing as Paul McCartney, signed autographs and, of course, would ligand everything he could exhibitions. All the girls in Darlington and most county already knew "Peter McCarthy, false Beatle", so my resemblance to Paul McCartney ended up being cause for derision. At that point, I decided to expand horizons and objectives. I decided to move to London, where no one would identify me, and use my likeness not only play on the weekends. Tired of the same songs humming a girl after another and sometimes being teased, I decided to be the one to take the hair to others. London would attend parties and posing as Paul McCartney, signed autographs and, of course, would ligand everything he could exhibitions. All the girls in Darlington and most county already knew "Peter McCarthy, false Beatle", so my resemblance to Paul McCartney ended up being cause for derision. At that point, I decided to expand horizons and objectives. I decided to move to London, where no one would identify me, and use my likeness not only play on the weekends. Tired of the same songs humming a girl after another and sometimes being teased, I decided to be the one to take the hair to others. London would attend parties and posing as Paul McCartney, signed autographs and, of course, would ligand everything he could exhibitions. so my resemblance to Paul McCartney ended up being cause for derision. At that point, I decided to expand horizons and objectives. I decided to move to London, where no one would identify me, and use my likeness not only play on the weekends. Tired of the same songs humming a girl after another and sometimes being teased, I decided to be the one to take the hair to others. London would attend parties and posing as Paul McCartney, signed autographs and, of course, would ligand everything he could exhibitions. so my resemblance to Paul McCartney ended up being cause for derision. At that point, I decided to expand horizons and objectives. I decided to move to London, where no one would identify me, and use my likeness not only play on the weekends. Tired of the same songs humming a girl after another and sometimes being teased, I decided to be the one to take the hair to others. London would attend parties and posing as Paul McCartney, signed autographs and, of course, would ligand everything he could exhibitions. I decided to be the one to take hair to others. London would attend parties and posing as Paul McCartney, signed autographs and, of course, would ligand everything he could exhibitions. I decided to be the one to take hair to others. London would attend parties and posing as Paul McCartney, signed autographs and, of course, would ligand everything he could exhibitions.
Chapter 2:
¿Fragment of a letter written by William Campbell? (Second part)
With that plan in mind, in late 1964 I started working in a furniture store outside London and rented a penthouse near Hyde Park. Until six loaded and unloaded dressers, nightstands and other home furnishings. Once home, I had dinner, showered me and who was not transformed into about eight thirty. He took advantage of free time to keep abreast of everything about Paul and his group. Also sometimes he played guitar, but he did more for fans than doing more likely my assembly. In fact, I used to play songs by The Animals or The Rolling Stones instead of Beatles songs. To about nine, he left the house towards any of the trendy clubs like the Ad Lib, the Talk of the Town or the Blue Angel.
Sometimes I even came to deceive friends of Paul himself, like the night I confessed my hemorrhoid problems Pete Townshend or while Keith Richards hinted to me. One night I met an American photographer of Rolling Stone magazine named Linda Eastman. At first, I was afraid to warn my false identity because he saw in it a certain grudging attitude, but as I was chatting me feeling more comfortable with it. When we parted invited me to an exhibition of his a London gallery he had organized and that was why he was in England. The next morning I got up eager to see her again. The working day was interminable, the day seemed not advance. When I returned home, I had dinner hastily, I acicalé like never died and I was impatient until the appointed time. I reached the gallery at nine o'clock. There I greeted many friends of Paul, some already knew who they were, but most were total strangers to me. In the midst of this hubbub I met Linda. I see it a second time was even more destabilizing our first meeting last night. I bristled hair, my stomach clenched and pulse quicken and acquired autonomy or appeased as he saw fit. I got hooked her gaze with mine to which she responded by taking my sweaty left hand and showing me Shot entire exhibition. In the midst of this hubbub I met Linda. I see it a second time was even more destabilizing our first meeting last night. I bristled hair, my stomach clenched and pulse quicken and acquired autonomy or appeased as he saw fit. I got hooked her gaze with mine to which she responded by taking my sweaty left hand and showing me Shot entire exhibition. In the midst of this hubbub I met Linda. I see it a second time was even more destabilizing our first meeting last night. I bristled hair, my stomach clenched and pulse quicken and acquired autonomy or appeased as he saw fit. I got hooked her gaze with mine to which she responded by taking my sweaty left hand and showing me Shot entire exhibition.
Hube de dar verdaderos saltos mortales cuando comentábamos alguna de las fotografías relacionadas con los Beatles. Linda iba asentando con la cabeza a medida que yo improvisaba, por lo que poco a poco me fui sintiendo más cómodo y seguro. Fue entonces, en el momento en que mi corazón bajó las setenta pulsaciones, cuando comprendí que no tenía más remedio que enamorarme. La mujer que una y mil veces había diseñado en mi cabeza y que pensé que jamás existiría estaba justo delante de mí tomándome la mano. Casi sin darme yo cuenta, Linda me condujo a un cuartito que servía de almacén. Bajó una bombilla de cuarenta watios, me miró de manera cómplice arqueando la ceja izquierda y me dijo: "¿Qué tal está Jane?". Jane Asher era la novia de Paul. Sin darme tiempo a elaborar una respuesta y de manera más agresiva, prosiguió el interrogatorio: "¿Cómo os fue en el Ed Sullivan Show?". Mi cara desencajada empezaba a delatarme y su sonrisa socarrona empezaba a hacerme pensar que Linda estaba jugando conmigo. "Diez segundos tardé anoche en descubrirte". Ella no era una quinceañera enamoradiza, ella era una profesional que había detectado de inmediato los ¬
diferentes matices de nuestras respectivas caras. Me sentí ridículo, fracasado y, lo que era peor, humillado por alguien de quien me estaba enamorando. Se hizo entonces un silencio, cuya duración no sabría precisar, en el que dudé entre salir corriendo, besarla, confesar e incluso inventar una excusa. Fue ella la que volvió a tomar la iniciativa. Esta vez me tomó con fuerza por la cintura con ambas manos y me apretó contra sí. Yo la abracé y le correspondí besándole el cabello. Entre limpia cristales, mopas, cubos, y algún olvidado viejo marco confesamos nuestros respectivos sentimientos hacia el otro. Conocer a Linda supuso mi jubilación como falsa estrella. Ya nunca más me haría pasar por Paul, aunque el que me confundieran era algo inevitable y que no estaba en mis manos.
En cuanto le fue posible, Linda se trasladó a Londres y nos fuimos a vivir juntos. Atrás quedaron todas mis mentiras y la soledad a la que me empujaba mi secretismo. Volví a ser Billy las veinticuatro horas del día, recuperé mi vida y la compartí con Linda. Además, por su profesión, seguí moviéndome en los mismos ambientes nocturnos, que ya empezaba a dominar. Confesé mi farsa a muchas de mis víctimas, la mayoría de las cuales, se rieron mucho de sí mismos.
Chapter 3:
Como ya no tenía que esconderme de nadie, una noche en el Bag O'Nails Linda me presentó a los Beatles. En cuanto me vio, John Lennon empezó a reír como un loco y, que yo recuerde, no paró en toda la noche. George Harrison me miró fijamente, miró fijamente a Paul, hizo un leve gesto a medio camino de la aprobación y la sorpresa y se fue a pedir una copa. Ringo Starr…Bueno, a esas alturas de la noche Ringo ya no gozaba de las condiciones mentales necesarias para hacer un juicio de valor mínimamente coherente. Finalmente me quedé a solas con mi doble. El mirarnos cara a cara nos dejó mudos a ambos. Tuvo que ser Linda la que nos hiciera reaccionar haciéndole ver mi cicatriz en el labio superior y mi nariz más respingona. Dichas diferencias le aliviaron de alguna manera, peor en cualquier caso no consiguieron sacarle de la perplejidad que le supuso tenerme frente a frente. Los dos intentamos disimular nuestro mutismo con una risa nerviosa que lo único que consiguió fue prolongar el carcajeo de John. Aquel encuentro puso fin de manera definitiva (eso creía yo) al cúmulo de mentiras en que se había convertido mi vida y daba paso a una nueva época, que viviría con Linda.
Una vez confesada mi verdadera identidad, mi vida se convirtió en un remanso de paz y tranquilidad. Llevaba más de dos años temiendo ser descubierto y por fin me sentía absolutamente libre. Además, había encontrado a la mujer más importante de mi vida. Sin embargo, tanto sosiego no iba a durar mucho. El 13 de noviembre de 1965 vinieron a casa John Lennon y George Harrison acompañados por Brian Epstein, al cual no había conocido personalmente con anterioridad. Poniéndose en contacto con la revista Rolling Stone localizaron a Linda y fue ella la que concertó la cita. Parecían preocupados, nerviosos y me trataban de una manera muy rara. En las ocasiones en que habíamos coincidido, ambos se habían limitado a un saludo o, a lo sumo, un comentario jocoso sobre mi parecido con Paul. Pero esta vez era distinto, el mero hecho de que ellos hubiesen propiciado el encuentro ya me resultaba chocante. Fueron John y George los que llevaron el peso de la conversación. Me hablaron de una manera muy vaga del rodaje de Help!, del estreno, del álbum que estaban preparando, de los contratos que tenían firmados, de las giras. Todo aquello olía a preámbulo, como si no fueran capaces de contarme el verdadero motivo de la cita. Brian, que parecía más tranquilo y distante, permanecía en silencio todo el rato. Yo empezaba a sentirme aturdido, aburrido y un poco estúpido. En un momento de la conversación, John y George se miraron mutuamente de manera desconcertada y ambos miraron a Brian como suplicándole. Finalmente, fue éste quien asumió la responsabilidad y directa y concisamente me informó de lo que estaba pasando: "Paul ha muerto".
Chapter 4:
Me desbordó la noticia en sí y la crudeza de Brian pero, sobre todo, me conmovió el desconsolado llanto de John y George. No se podía decir que yo estuviera especialmente afectado por la noticia, que nos pareciéramos físicamente no era un agravante. Mis contactos con Paul habían sido mínimos, por lo que juzgué más urgente ayudar a John y a George a sobreponerse que mis propios lamentos. Tras unos instantes realmente dramáticos, la situación se calmó y relajó un poco. Tuve entonces tiempo para pensar y preguntarme por qué habían venido a contármelo, pero no fui capaz de plantear mis dudas. El tenso silencio que se había creado lo rompió Brian, que volvió a tomar la responsabilidad. Relató de manera detallada cómo había sucedido todo. Nos contó, a Londa y a mí, que dos días antes Paul había sufrido un accidente de tránsito y había fallecido en el acto. Iba acompañado de una chica llamada Rita, por lo que Jane Asher (su novia), aun no había sido informada del fatal percance. Brian continuó dándonos datos del accidente, sobre quién estaba al tanto y quién no, sobre por qué tanto secretismo. Tanta información privada no hacía sino que me sintiera más lejano al problema, no conseguía entender por qué era yo uno de los elegidos. Finalmente, John se armó de valor, respiró profundamente y, mirándome a los ojos me dijo: "Queremos que seas Paul". Mi primera reacción fue la de no sentirme ni tan siquiera aludido, mi asombro me impidió recordar que Paul y yo éramos dos gotas de agua. Sin darme tiempo a articular palabra, George siguió con la propuesta. No creían que aquélla fuera la manera idónea de que un Beatle muriese, querían que Paul tuviera otro final. Mi papel consistiría en fingir un fallecimiento más digno para Paul y participar en la sesión fotográfica de Rubber Soul, que sería publicado como homenaje póstumo. Me dieron un par de días para reflexionar y nos despedimos.
A mí todo aquello me pareció de lo más descabellado que había escuchado en mi vida, pero Linda me hizo ver lo afectados que estaban y que no me habrían pedido semejante favor si realmente lo necesitasen. Me convenció que de alguna manera tenían razón en que un Beatle no merecía dejar este mundo por la puerta de atrás. Me hizo pensar también en Jane Asher. Así, tras dos días meditando decidí embarcarme en aquel proyecto, con la única condición de que Linda dirigiera la sesión fotográfica de Rubber Soul. Me disponía a localizar a Brian Epstein para comunicarle mi decisión cuando recibí una llamada telefónica de John Lennon. Fue casi tan intrigante como breve: "Hay cambio de planes". Le dije que estaba dispuesto a suplantar a Paul pero no pareció importarle demasiado y se limitó a citarme esa misma noche en el despacho de Brian. Eran casi las diez cuando George Harrison me recogió en su auto. Apenas cruzamos un par de palabras, se limitó a conducir a gran velocidad hasta el punto de encuentro. Al entrar, vi de frente a Brian sentado tras su mesa. A su izquierda había un sofá en el que se encontraban John Lennon y George Martin. Me presentaron a éste último, ya que no nos habíamos visto hasta entonces. Al advertir mi presencia, Ringo salió de una habitación contigua y me saludó de manera más efusiva que el resto. Se sentó en una silla junto al escritorio de Brian y me invitó a tomar asiento en un sillón frente al sofá. George se quedó de pie. Se volvió a crear entonces el tenso clima de indecisión que tanto me incomodó en la anterior reunión. Nuevamente fue Brian el que tomó la palabra. Me agradeció enormemente mi ofrecimiento y que fuese tan receptivo, pero me confirmó el anuncio de John. Habían cambiado de idea. Di por hecho que dirían públicamente la verdad y se olvidarían de mí, lo cual me alegró por un lado pero por otro me dejaba sin mis quince minutos de gloria. Antes de que Brian me sacara de mi error, llegó el último invitado a la reunión. Sólo George Martin lo ¬
conocía y tras presentarlo a los demás dijo: "Éste es". El tipo en cuestión se llamaba Lewis Kite y se sentó junto a mí, daba la impresión de estar aun más despistado que yo. Una vez sentados los dos, Brian Epstein comenzó la exposición del nuevo plan:
"Nunca antes ha habido un grupo como los Beatles, lo sabéis. No te rías, Billy. Sé que prefieres a Mick y a Keith, aunque ellos no hayan tenido tantos números uno como nosotros. En un futuro próximo, si no hoy día, tendréis conciencia del punto de inflexión que suponen los Beatles para la historia del rock. Habrá un antes y un después, abundarán los imitadores que buscarán el oasis en el desierto, que buscarán ser como John o como George. Pero desgraciadamente, Paul ha muerto. ¿Se acabó? Os supongo al tanto de la discografía que hasta el momento ha publicado el grupo. Bueno, os aseguro que no conocéis ni el diez por ciento del talento de estos chicos. Yo sí he escuchado Rubber Soul, el nuevo disco. También os quiero hablar de las giras pendientes, de la gente que está deseando ver de cerca a los Beatles. Tenemos muchos contratos firmados por cumplir. Esos contratos no son dinero, sino gente a la que le gusta la música, a la que les gustan los Beatles… pero esa gente está en vuestras manos, en tu voz, Lewis, y en tu cara, William. Vosotros podéis ser Paul. Él lo habría querido así. Por la gente, por la música. Estos chicos tocaron en todos los antros de Hamburgo para llegar hasta aquí, durmieron hacinados para llegar hasta aquí. Ahora pueden llegar mucho más allá y vosotros podéis ir con ellos."
I was a bit confusing. The lack of clarity of Brian and my suspicion unlikely left me speechless. George berated Brian who was so little less concrete and asked bluntly. To this request, dutifully he answered the other George. Easy and direct speech confirmed my intuition. Lewis wanted to enter and resuscitate Paul for the Beatles could go on. Lewis supplant Paul's voice in the studio and I would face at press conferences, concerts and other public events. To our manifest inability to speak, we were riddled based arguments, explanations and details that failed but make us even more confused. Lewis was the first known escape the harassment and requested time for reflection. One by one they were leaving the office until we were alone together. Almost Ringo had not left the room when Lewis stood before me and I blurted out, "I ride the boat, and you?". "If you have it so clear, why do you ask time?" I replied. "For you I love you convince me," he replied. I did see that, unlike me, he did have musical aspirations. He spent several years singing in hells half of England and this was the opportunity to pursue music seriously. He also stressed reasons we got others but exposed by it seemed more convincing. Thus, between despair and aspirations of each other, I was forced to accept. Immediately, Lewis called the office to rest and announced our decision. I saw in the eyes of John and George a melancholy but at the same time look excited,
Chapter 5:
The meeting in the office of Brian was just the tip of the iceberg, there were still many details to outline. The most complicated was certainly inform Jane Asher of what happened and convince her to collaborate in the farce. Again, it was Brian who assumed the role of spokesman and without too much difficulty got his complicity. So, we had a free hand to develop the cover of Rubber Soul. In the photo sessions that led Linda, it became clear what was obvious: Paul and I were different. Seeing me on the cover, any fan of the Beatles warn our physical differences. Linda tried to hide my wide forehead with bangs to her eyebrows, my nose snub by the photo from a lower point and my scar on his upper lip disguising. The cover was pretty good, It was pretty convincing, but had to seek permanent solutions. I retouched the nose with a simple plastic surgery. The problem of the forehead was always easily concealable with bangs, but more complicated was the scar. To justify it, we add a motorcycle accident on December 26, which Paul would come out unscathed, but damaged his upper lip.
Passed with flying colors ordeal was the publication of Rubber Soul and presentation to the press was even more difficult to pass the exam. This was none other than live performances. As I turned the necessary recovery period after surgery on the nose, I started working hard in the studio to learn to play bass. When I was a faker (non-professional), he had learned to play a little guitar, but never low. In addition, I had not played. Were the two Georges (especially Harrison), who were responsible for instructing me to be the most qualified and John have a strange aversion to the instrument. What he does is commissioned John, and some Ringo, he was to teach me to move, to behave like Paul. I was taught countless gestures, gestures that would assume ownership and take them to light naturally. I was forced to smile in public almost constantly, arched both eyebrows in greeting, to be educated and reverent. I slowly were also inculcating a sense of humor Beatle and ways of thinking and living. This accelerated course on how to be Paul McCartney filled the study of a collective sense of nostalgia, but also helped to keep in mind his memory. While I received bass lessons and interpretation, Lewis spent a lot of time working with George Martin. This helped him to refine certain aspects of her voice and her singing for his imitation was as perfect as possible. Lewis, at first, was dedicated to follow signs for George, but as we were integrating into the group, he was bringing possible contributions for the next album. It was his obsession. Not a day passed that would not ask the start of the sessions for the new job. I kept absolutely apart, because I considered myself as a puppet or a dummy, but others, especially John, were annoyed enough that Lewis would take much prominence. However, when they met in depth his musical ideas had no choice but to recognize their quality, which gave him a small hole in the triumvirate Lennon-Harrison-Martin. especially John, were annoyed enough that Lewis would take much prominence. However, when they met in depth his musical ideas had no choice but to recognize their quality, which gave him a small hole in the triumvirate Lennon-Harrison-Martin. especially John, were annoyed enough that Lewis would take much prominence. However, when they met in depth his musical ideas had no choice but to recognize their quality, which gave him a small hole in the triumvirate Lennon-Harrison-Martin.
In April 1966 began the sessions of the new album, Revolver. At first, it was very cold. They were not used to working without Paul, it was as if everyone had remorse when proposing a melody or a lyric. To break this psychological barrier was a big help the nerve and ambition of Lewis, which did not cost him so much ¬
Work share their ideas. He was the only one who had not met Paul and, therefore, was not so present his memory. So, gradually Lewis was infecting others with his enthusiasm and the drive was moving forward. I, for my part, was working in a nearby studio facing the summer tours by Germany, Japan, the Philippines, the United States and Canada. Sometimes it worked and sometimes only accompanied me George Harrison, George Martin or most of the time, Ringo Starr. One day, without warning, he appeared in the studio to talk to me Jane Asher. By the time we were alone it was really hard. It hard to start talking, I reminded him too much to Paul. I greatly appreciated my help, she understood all that assembly as a way to stay close had been and was the man of her life. He did not hesitate to share with me all his most intimate memories so that Paul seemed to me as possible. As he evokes his figure, as was recreating every detail of her personality, her mingled smiles and tears, slowly my mental integrity were filing. In the end, we merge in an embrace of mutual comfort and went with the same discretion with which wine. That visit, as well as to learn more about Paul, helped me to assess in perspective Linda, which had a little abandoned since I joined the Beatles. I tried to spend more time with her. I suggested that returned to order the album cover, but had already spoken to Klaus Voorman, an old friend from Hamburg. As he evokes his figure, as was recreating every detail of her personality, her mingled smiles and tears, slowly my mental integrity were filing. In the end, we merge in an embrace of mutual comfort and went with the same discretion with which wine. That visit, as well as to learn more about Paul, helped me to assess in perspective Linda, which had a little abandoned since I joined the Beatles. I tried to spend more time with her. I suggested that returned to order the album cover, but had already spoken to Klaus Voorman, an old friend from Hamburg. As he evokes his figure, as was recreating every detail of her personality, her mingled smiles and tears, slowly my mental integrity were filing. In the end, we merge in an embrace of mutual comfort and went with the same discretion with which wine. That visit, as well as to learn more about Paul, helped me to assess in perspective Linda, which had a little abandoned since I joined the Beatles. I tried to spend more time with her. I suggested that returned to order the album cover, but had already spoken to Klaus Voorman, an old friend from Hamburg. we melted into an embrace of mutual comfort and went with the same discretion with which wine. That visit, as well as to learn more about Paul, helped me to assess in perspective Linda, which had a little abandoned since I joined the Beatles. I tried to spend more time with her. I suggested that returned to order the album cover, but had already spoken to Klaus Voorman, an old friend from Hamburg. we melted into an embrace of mutual comfort and went with the same discretion with which wine. That visit, as well as to learn more about Paul, helped me to assess in perspective Linda, which had a little abandoned since I joined the Beatles. I tried to spend more time with her. I suggested that returned to order the album cover, but had already spoken to Klaus Voorman, an old friend from Hamburg.
It was inevitable that the disc contains more or less clear to Paul references. His imprint remained unchanged in the memories of John and George when they made up. The most obvious nod to Paul maybe it was John's song "Tomorrow Never Knows", whose title is taken from the Tibetan Book of the Dead. Here we talk about "playing the game existence to the end". One night, Ringo dreamed that after being buried, Paul climbed aboard a yellow submarine and traveled through the bowels of the Earth. The next day she told John who composed Yellow Submarine, Ringo sing song itself. George also made his little tribute to Paul with his song Taxman. Actually, the title covered up the word "Taxidermist" (taxidermist). Some of the new songs Revolver came out a little earlier than the disc itself. They were included in a strange promotional disc that never reached the stores. The album in question is called The Beatles Yesterday and Today, but will always be remembered as The Butcher Album (disc butcher). The nickname is due to the cover, which cubbyhole four white coats and fiddling with pieces of raw meat and decapitated dolls. That was the macabre way the Beatles "made public" the death of Paul. cubbyhole in which four white coats and fiddling with pieces of raw meat and decapitated dolls. That was the macabre way the Beatles "made public" the death of Paul. cubbyhole in which four white coats and fiddling with pieces of raw meat and decapitated dolls. That was the macabre way the Beatles "made public" the death of Paul.
Chapter 6:
A week after the publication of The Butcher Album, in late June, we embarked on a tour that would take us in the first instance to Germany and later to Japan and the Philippines. For nearly six months of work in the studio we fail to agree on how to do concerts. I could sing and vocal blame difference hoarseness or scarce technical resources, or we could choose to playback and sing Lewis behind the scenes. Tucked into the maelstrom of the new album, we had only agreed to reduce as much as possible Paul's songs in the repertoire. I myself was that five minutes before the first concert of the tour, at the Circus Kronen Munich, Lewis decided to sing. It was pretty unconvincing. Nerves made me withdraw from the microphone when he was supposed to get close when not singing and touched me. I could see disgruntled faces in the front row but did not get even more nervous. The next concert was not until two days later, so we had enough time to discuss what to do. John and George wanted that concert was special, because nothing fails held in Hamburg and wanted to dedicate it to Paul. We were rehearsing intensely playback but decided to try the other option. I decided to sing myself. I went on stage with a great burden of responsibility, as John and George had a couple of days telling stories of his previous time in Hamburg and reminiscing Paul and Stu (Stuart Sutcliffe). As the concert progressed, the initial madness of the public was turning into a contagious confidence. This time were unaware of plagiarism only the first few rows, but all Ernst Merck Halle. Discouragement came over me after the performance, had no comfort possible. I do not spare even psychically, we undertook the journey to Japan. During the trip, Brian raised something we all had in mind from the beginning but that no one had dared to comment, the Beatles were doomed to disappear as a live band.
Performances such as Germany only help to undermine the prestige of the group. Inevitably pessimism gripped us all, which made our eastern tour was a disaster. Concerts became a difficult ordeal of combat and the atmosphere within the group was thinning. All this had its heyday in the Philippines where John's refusal to visit Imelda Marcos almost cost us dearly. Philippine out uninjured and returned to England we were joined by some to everyone. In addition, we returned to present Revolver, which renewed the hopes of all. However, these illusions lasted little, because just a week after the release of the album we set sail for the American tour of the United States and Canada. Back to concerts and traveling back us all the long faces and tension. To make matters worse, the reception was most hostile for statements of John in which allegedly stated that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ. Thus, from the first concert in Chicago on August 12, we all set a date and place: Aug. 29 at Candlestick Park, San Francisco. That was the end of the tunnel, the last Beatles concert. The way to Candlestick Park was a real ordeal. In our previous difficulties concerts constant criticism that we were victims of our own press and fans joined. That is why the 29 day before the concert, we did not know what to feel. On the one hand, relief at the end of what had become a nightmare. But then, it was inevitable some nostalgia and grief. Further, ¬
That complicity ended up being very positive and the concert was the best since joining.
As we returned from the United States, George went first to India with Ravi Shankar. Shortly afterwards, in autumn, John went to Almeria, Spain, to film How I Won the War. It looked as if the Beatles were falling apart, as if everyone was more concerned about their particular concerns. To me all that overflowed me, he had no capacity to develop any activity for myself. I needed to make my role in the group. However, Lewis did feel more capable and more independent. Not stop Paul propose individual projects, ie, George Martin and me. In this context the soundtrack of the film The Family Way, who composed between the two frames.
The album itself did not have much impact, but it paved the way for Sgt. Pepper. It served to resume the habit of working in the studio. Lewis again the urge to Kite were key for the new album. John and George seemed more focused on other activities and their contributions to the album were minimal but of extraordinary quality and dedicated to Paul. The real contribution of John the album was the idea of the cover. He thought that if The Butcher Album was the announcement of the death of Paul, Sgt. Pepper had to represent the burial. As happened already in Revolver, Sgt. Pepper had different veiled allusions to the death of Paul, in addition to the cover itself. The clearest was perhaps the verse John "I Blew His mind out in a car". In addition, this time there was talk of Rita, Paul's companion on the day of the accident, and Lewis and I were introduced. He, John dedicated his song Being for the benefict of Mr. Kite, while I was presented in a more subtle way. . It was at the end of the song Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, in the last verse: "Billy Shears". This name covered up the phrase "Billy's here." During the recording, Lewis assumed much of the responsibility. This used to cause minor clashes between himself and John Lewis and George. They would never have reproached the present the memory of Paul, wanting to replace it at all costs. Lewis responded to the accusation with a little help from With my friends. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, in the last verse: "Billy Shears". This name covered up the phrase "Billy's here." During the recording, Lewis assumed much of the responsibility. This used to cause minor clashes between himself and John Lewis and George. They would never have reproached the present the memory of Paul, wanting to replace it at all costs. Lewis responded to the accusation with a little help from With my friends. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, in the last verse: "Billy Shears". This name covered up the phrase "Billy's here." During the recording, Lewis assumed much of the responsibility. This used to cause minor clashes between himself and John Lewis and George. They would never have reproached the present the memory of Paul, wanting to replace it at all costs. Lewis responded to the accusation with a little help from With my friends. wanting to replace it at all costs. Lewis responded to the accusation with a little help from With my friends. wanting to replace it at all costs. Lewis responded to the accusation with a little help from With my friends.
Por un lado, con la canción Lewis se reivindicaba y dejaba claro que sin nosotros dos no habrían podido salir adelante. Y por otro lado, rendía tributo a la figura original de Paul, pues las iniciales de las palabras de la canción coincidían con las de la frase "William and Lewis have faked my fame". La canción la cantó Ringo, quien en todas las discusiones actuaba de mediador. Un día, al salir del estudio, me crucé en el pasillo con un componente de un grupo que estaba grabando en el estudio de al lado. Era Roger Waters, quien estaba grabando con Pink Floyd The Pipers at the Gate of Dawn. Estuvimos charlando un buen rato y nos fuimos a casa a colocarnos con LSD. Entre el ácido y el cansancio acumulado, la conversación fue degenerando poco a poco y terminamos hablando de la película The Wizard of Oz. Fue interesante charlar con él, pero jamás lo repetimos.
Chapter 7:
Con un disco en el mercado y sin una gira planificada, los Beatles volvían a disponer de gran cantidad de tiempo libre, lo que propiciaba la dispersión de sus componentes. George viajó a la costa oeste de Estados Unidos, John afianzaba su relación con Yoko Ono, a la que había conocido unos meses antes. Por su parte, Lewis siguió trabajando con George Martin preparando el programa televisivo Our World. Nos volvimos a reunir otra vez todos para dicho programa y, posteriormente, para hacer un crucero por el Egeo. De regreso, George nos convenció para que fuéramos a conocer al Maharishi Mahesh Yogui, que se encontraba en Inglaterra dando una serie de conferencias. Al año siguiente iríamos con él a Rishikesh. Pero sin duda alguna el hecho más significativo de esta época posterior a Sgt. Pepper fue la muerte de Brian Epstein. Con él se murió el orden necesario en los Beatles, el hombre que firmaba contratos, organizaba eventos y asumía responsabilidades. No fue otro sino Brian el que nos captó para el grupo a Lewis y a mí. También fue él quien se había encargado de invitar a abandonar al grupo a Pete Best para que entrara Ringo. El talento descomunal que tenían los Beatles lo reconducía musicalmente George Martin y Brian se encargaba de difundirlo. Así, el grupo perdió una referencia imprescindible que jamás supo suplir. La muerte de Brian, junto con la llegada de Yoko, fue el principal motivo del declive y posterior desaparición de los Beatles. Lewis intentó muchas veces asumir el papel de Brian pero no lo consiguió. En parte porque no lo dejaban John y George (suplir a Paul ya era bastante), y en parte porque no estaba capacitado.
In tribute to Brian, the Beatles began to lay the foundations of what had been his obsession until he died: create a record itself. But the Beatles had always been musicians and never entrepreneurs, and the project, named Apple for being the favorite fruit of Brian, never caught. They struggling to be multidisciplinary artists (spirit that was the original idea of Apple) launched the filming of The Magical Tour. The experience became a true reflection of the situation of the Beatles. There was a definite script, constantly improvising and everyone was assuming leadership as found more or less inspired. The result was an extravagant movie modest success. Aware that the prevailing lack of control condemn the group to his disappearance, The Beatles decided to spend some time in India with the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi practicing transcendental meditation. Lewis refused to make the trip, which worsened their relationship with the rest, especially with George. He preferred to stay in London and trying to organize songs by Apple. Stay in Rishikesh with Maharishi was generally very positive. It helped us take a view of the future and provided much material for the next album. Rumors emerged only at the end that questioned the intentions of the Maharishi (said they had tried to seduce Mia Farrow) somehow they managed to spot our time in Rishikesh. He preferred to stay in London and trying to organize songs by Apple. Stay in Rishikesh with Maharishi was generally very positive. It helped us take a view of the future and provided much material for the next album. Rumors emerged only at the end that questioned the intentions of the Maharishi (said they had tried to seduce Mia Farrow) somehow they managed to spot our time in Rishikesh. He preferred to stay in London and trying to organize songs by Apple. Stay in Rishikesh with Maharishi was generally very positive. It helped us take a view of the future and provided much material for the next album. Rumors emerged only at the end that questioned the intentions of the Maharishi (said they had tried to seduce Mia Farrow) somehow they managed to spot our time in Rishikesh.
Back in London, we found a nasty surprise. Lewis, at their own risk had hired some of his friends to make a movie cartoon about the Beatles. To make matters worse, the film was called Yellow Submarine, which was a song dedicated to Paul. As much as they were indignant, John and George were forced to work because they established the contract he had signed Lewis, who had made the powers that Brian had before he died. Fortunately, Rishikesh had filled tanks positive energy of John and George and the incident was not a strong anger and limiting the powers of Lewis. In fact, both privately acknowledged the quality of the film.
Chapter 8:
The moribund Apple received another blow on the day that began the recording of The Beatles, known as The White Album. All focused on the disc, the company was abandoned to its fate. Before the start of The White Album sessions, there was another key fact in the final outcome of the group: the divorce of John, and the subsequent definitive entry Yoko Ono to the life of John and the Beatles. It was something that was seen coming for some time, but not until then John decided to take the final step. Not wanting to be separated from Yoko after the divorce, he made the worst mistake: bring her to study the recordings on the disc. Coexisted with it the same way we did with any member of the group, he spent long sessions stuck recording in the studio with us. Dealing with her was most agreeable, It was an extraordinarily affable, as opposed to the image which is then wanted to give her woman. That's why I never extrañasen their show of affection for me, baby I did not hesitate to reciprocate. However, one day I noticed that John looked at me with an air of reproach and that others shunned me and did not want to cross me look. I felt terrible, just and somewhat indignant.
John did not speak to me, George almost no solidarity with John and my relationship with Lewis had cooled much following the theme of the film. Ringo was only me who had never had a serious conversation. I tried to let off steam with Linda but she did not live the situation and failed to help. My decision was to stand firm in my attitude and expect a good time to sort it all out. Unfortunately that moment never came. What if he was the love of Yoko culminating in the declaration of his love. My refusal filled with resentment, my attitude also had confused her. The next day in the study had to grab John for not hit me. He insulted me and told me to get out of their group. I did it like that. In fact, the album cover photo was not wearing any for my absence. They were sad to me by the way he had left the group and for the rest days because my absence meant the end of the Beatles. However, Lewis had even booked us a surprise. While others were in Rishikesh, he had signed several more contracts. Specifically, we would have to shoot another movie and record another album: Let It Be and Abbey Road. Let it be the shot in the huge studies Twickenham in addition to feeling out of place, there was a cold and soulless environment. To record the soundtrack we moved to the studies that we had built in the basement of Apple. I claustrophobia of those studies helped us at all to soften the prevailing tension. In fact, the only recording of that pleasant moment was when we climbed to the roof to play.
Finished shooting the film and while it was assembled, we set to work on Abbey Road, after a pause that Linda and I took advantage to get married. Return to our studies always work much easier. In addition the common desire to end this nightmare made all had a better layout. Since my presence in the study was not as necessary as it was for the filming of Let it be me whenever I could I absent. In fact, I just participated except for photo sessions. Of these it is worth noting the latest in Titenhurst Park, the new home of John in Ascot. He imposed it out at home and Yoko appeared in the report. Not afraid: and I suggested to Linda as a photographer for the sessions. But he opposed John Lewis George and Linda supported me and finally made the report.
Abbey Road on the market had run the group's commitments and therefore had thrown the curtain to a musically brilliant period, however, the break was not made public. Mounting problems Let it be done that had not yet had released. In addition, John gave the soundtrack to Phil Spector to reproduce that which, incidentally, conflicts arose between John and Lewis again. It was also a source of tension between them that John tried to impose Allen Klein, his new henchman, representing the group. The only thing certain of these ongoing discussions is delaying the release of Let It Be and the announcement of the dissolution of the group. I was precisely that it had to go public. It was in the presentation of McCartney's first solo album Lewis. I read a brief statement in which he made official what was already an open secret. The next day came the simple Let it be and was number one. Finally it would be The Long and Winding Road, a song that summed up the career of the Beatles.