The Love You Make: An Insider's Story of the Beatles
Peter Brown, Steven Gaines
Language: English
Pages: 464
ISBN: 0451207351
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Here is the national bestseller that Newsday called “the most authoritative and candid look yet at the personal lives…of the oft-scrutinized group.” In The Love You Make, Peter Brown, a close friend of and business manager for the band—and the best man at John and Yoko’s wedding—presents a complete look at the dramatic offstage odyssey of the four lads from Liverpool who established the greatest music phenomenon of the twentieth century. Written with the full cooperation of each of the group’s members and their intimates, this book tells the inside story of the music and the madness, the feuds and the drugs, the marriages and the affairs—from the greatest heights to the self-destructive depths of the Fab Four.
In-depth and definitive, The Love You Make is an astonishing account of four men who transformed the way a whole generation of young people thought and lived. It reigns as the most comprehensive, revealing biography available of John, Paul, George, and Ringo.
Includes 32 pages of rare and revealing photos
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would place a brass plaque declaring, “‘John’ by Yoko Ono, ‘Yoko’ by John Lennon.” When they arrived at the cathedral for the acorn-planting ceremony, they were met by Canon Verney. “Unfortunately,” the canon told them, “the cathedral authorities have decided they cannot permit you to put your work in the main exhibition area, as it is on consecrated ground.” The canon didn’t consider acorns real sculpture in any event. Yoko turned into a sputtering little volcano of rage. She launched into a
minds. “Why do you want to do something like this?” he asked. Yoko said it was art. “Well, then, why not show Paul in the nude? He’s so much prettier!” Sir Joe’s final decision was that although he deeply regretted turning John down, he could not allow EMI to distribute an album with such a cover—although EMI was perfectly willing to manufacture the record for them at its usual fee. The record was reluctantly released on the Apple label and distributed by Track, a maverick label owned by the rock
swarming with fans, like bees on a hive, fans screaming, waving banners, hanging from railings on the observation deck, pressed flat against the tinted windows of the terminal by a pack five-deep behind them. When the plane door was opened, the screaming of the fans was louder than the sound of the jet engines. For the first time the size of the crowd was slightly more disquieting than complimentary. A cordon of New York policemen hustled the Beatles inside the terminal to the customs area.
famous hustler bar. Brian agreed to go to this place of dubious repute only if Nat promised not to tell anyone who he was. But after a drink or two Brian was playing “A Hard Day’s Night” on the jukebox twenty times over. Once again, the boy Brian took back to his hotel suite with him was engaged only in conversation. Nat suggested that Brian be more aggressive, but there was no encouraging him. Once Nat even resorted to paying a call boy to seduce Brian, only to learn from Brian the next morning
closets, his and her dressing rooms, and a bed eight feet wide on which she had waited countless nights for him to come home, only to fall asleep alone. On the way down the hall, she spotted Yoko Ono’s tattered slippers placed neatly outside the door to the guest room, and for the first of many times that day Cynthia burst into tears. Well, she told herself, at least they hadn’t used her own bed. 2 In her heart, although she could hardly admit it to herself, she knew the marriage had been
