Sam Leach - KEEP
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Hey Jen, nice to see you here, and everyone else who has joined us! Paulfan i agree with you, we can keep bumping it no problem! Have a good Friday!
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Hey Jen, nice to see you here, and everyone else who has joined us! Paulfan i agree with you, we can keep bumping it no problem! Have a good Friday!
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Hi, all , I was a little busy and my slaves had lost the piece ofo paper where I had my password Welcome Lady Jane.... P
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Wow, you're all so friendly! This is too great! Thanks for the warm welcomes!
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Yes Starr we should keep bumping this thread up to the top. You also have a great Friday. Also welcome LadybeatleJen. I'm sorry I didn't say it earleir. Welcome Back Cbimbi.
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Sometimes I forget to vote during a few days and sometimes I want to vote double in a day. : That's me!. I'll vote now.
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Oliver You're not allowed to vote twice in a day..only once. Then you can't vote again until 24 hours have elapsed. The table just ignores any extra votes. Thanks anyway for the votes you do give. Cheers. Sam
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Sam Leach:
Oliver You're not allowed to vote twice in a day..only once. Then you can't vote again until 24 hours have elapsed. The table just ignores any extra votes. Thanks anyway for the votes you do give. Cheers. Sam
I know that I can vote double in 24 hours. That's because I said "I want to..." and then I realize that I'm not able... : The thing is that you can't vote in 24 hours so... this make you lose the habit... You can't vote just one time every day because always haven't the 24 hours elapsed... We all want to change the world! LOL I have my mind in... you know what!... :
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Hi, 21st, now that I have some time I´ll take my guitar and try to make a cover of your songs. Sorry I dont know how is this thing of putting sound in internet, but if I get famous you may listen on MTV
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Hey Sam and all! Hope you all have a FAB weekend!
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cbimbi:
Hi, 21st, now that I have some time I´ll take my guitar and try to make a cover of your songs. Sorry I dont know how is this thing of putting sound in internet, but if I get famous you may listen on MTV
Hi CBimbi, today is a special day for me!. This morning I've had my first official "NO" LOL, I even celebrate it. It was a Barcelona record label calling me on my mobile and saying "That's not our style"-"Well, Ok". Anyway is my first "contact" to that world, they don't use to call, It means that they have listen to it. The thing is that is... possible... that next Monday I'll get some call from some of the other record labels. They are in Madrid, so postal service took more time to deliver the CD. So I got to the chance next week to have some news. Any new is a good new. If the first one has called me... I think I'll have some call from the rest. And if they don't... 20 or 30 cds more to travel around Spain. Cbimbi... and Sam, and Gipsy, and ...k... and Tori... I have the absolute faith that I will get it. Dunno when, how, where or why. I don't know about guitar tabs, I've sent you the chords, so I think you can make the tabs for the songs. Hey! if you are on MTV I must have royalties . Well, if you are in MTV with a song of mine it will made me be wanted for the labels anyway . LOL. I don't want... royalties, I want the YES. Dunno how, or when or... you know. I'm very very stubborn. "fame and money" is not the thing... is they telling you: "Go, you're a musician".
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Smile Starr Smile! or as Hall and Oates would say Sara Smile!
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okay here i go again!
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Good one Starr. Let us sing Let'Em In. I'll start Somoen's knocking at the door somebody's ringing the bell,someone's knocking at the door somebody's ringing the bell,do me a favor open the door and Let'Em In oh yeah! Now you continue.
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Hi everyone & Sam Sam just got a copy of the Liverpool Echo's special 40th anniversary Beatles special -- good article in it involving you. Cheers! Mike
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Hi Mike Nice to hear from you...I've been wondering where you'd got to. I've been that busy I didn't realise the 40th Anniversary issue was out yet. Can you scan and e-mail the article ?? Cheers. Sam.
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Hi Sam I'll see if I can find someone with a scanner if not i'll find another way to get it to you. Sorry need to get on the site more -- the new site requires me to get off my AOL browser which isn't always convienent -- been busy, too with my new house -- which needs lots of work, including painting! I did have the time today to shoot an email to Philip Norman -- who as you know wrote Shout. He just wrote a farily negative article about Macca. That and an old Beatle fan issue which I found where he in an interview basically said that people should look at Macca in a similar way to Ringo. it was Lennon's band, he was the genius, they let Macca have a few token songs but he was nothing special. That article really grated on me -- so I sent him the following email Philip Read your article about McCartney -- I think it's amusing and I guess somewhat appropriate that of all the Beatles biographers -- they found you to write the article -- simply because I've read a lot of stuff about the Beatles but your book and subsequent interviews are the only stuff I've read which claims that Macca was basically irrelevant to the success of the Beatles and that it was Lennon all the way. Actually, you took it a step further in a Beatlefan article I read where you basically said that Macca was given a few token songs alas Ringo but that was basically it for him. That's an interesting perspective -- when the Beatles were making Revolver -- poor old Macca was doing those light weight barely passable songs such as Here There and Everywhere, Got To Get You Into My Life, For No One, Eleanor Rigby -- which was crap and didn't hold a candle to She Said She Said & Doctor Robert. It must have been interesting to be in the Beatles studio when recording Let It Be -- Macca must have come in with the Long & Winding Road, Get Back, and Let it Be -- while the other Beatles gasped and said all right we will put those songs on because Macca needs a few token ones but what really holds the album up is Dig a Pony and One After 909. I could go on and on Yesterday, Hey Jude, Fool on the Hill -- if only Macca didn't put that rubbish out and we had more songs like Revolution 9 the Beatles reputation would have been even bigger. Anyway, am I being sarcastic, of course. Personally, I think both Beatles are brilliant. It's hard for me to take you too seriously based on your previous assessment of Macca. I actually really enjoyed your book -- but your assessment of Macca brought it down -- and sorry the fact that the periodical decided to use you to asses Macca's recent behavior -- tells me that they are aiming for a hatchet job. Although, you did actually give him some complements in the article which was surprising. Back to your book I always gathered that either you just love John Lennon to pieces and thought it would serve him to denigrate Macca to make up for other books (The Beatles most famous' biographer Hunter Davies alluded to Macca being the more talented one, and their producer George Martin hinted in his book that he slightly preferred Macca) or you just can't stand Macca. Regardless, it is a privilege writing to you -- despite the books flaw (in my humble opinion) its a real good read. In terms of your article it was tough for me to digest coming from someone who I perceive to be a professional Macca basher. Cheers! Mike
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Here's the article I responded, too. Frankly, my previous email was more driven by my annoyance at his Beatlefan article than this one What's eating you Macca? In a letter to the rock veteran, Philip Norman charts the highs and lows of Paul McCartney's popularity. Dear Macca, The millions of people who regard you as pop music's patron saint will have been shocked and disillusioned by your recent behavior - though, as The Beatles' biographer and a long-time observer of your remarkable solo career, it comes as somewhat less of a surprise to me. Last week, you unleashed a stream of foulmouthed abuse at a photographer who had the temerity to try to take your picture during a late-night visit to London's Tower Bridge, where the illusionist David Blaine is suspended aloft in his plexiglass prison cell. According to the photographer, two of your companions, who strongly resembled 'minders', tried to intimidate him when he refused to hand over his film. Not content with that, you were blisteringly rude to a bystander who asked if he could shake your hand. Even David Blaine came in for a bashing when you loudly referred to him as a 'stupid c***'. Later, in more familiar McCartney style, you tried to smile away the episode as 'a boys' night-out' and protested that you hadn't really meant publicly to fire your PR man for having apparently set up the media ambush. But all your formidable spin-doctoring gifts could not undo the ugly, unnecessary scene. Like many others in your superstar firmament, you have the ability to shrug off uncomfortable truths, abetted by the legions of yes-men with whom you surround yourself and whose sole function is to tell you that you are infallibly wonderful every day of your life. But I wonder whether the David Blaine incident may have led even you to ponder on the decline in your reputation over these past few years - and ponder, too, the extent to which you may be almost deliberately unravelling one of the most carefully tended images in showbusiness history. As a Beatle, you seemed as close to perfection as a young man could be. A brilliant songwriter, a uniquely poignant vocalist, cherubically goodlooking, funny, charming, polite, wellspoken and considerate to fans, you seemed to have everything. You were a secular Saint Paul, and the world and the world's media ate out of your hand. Well, what a difference 35 years and £1billion ($1.6 million) make. In those days, it was hard to find a McCartney headline that didn't sing your praises even more lyrically than you sang them yourself. Today, it's hard to find one that doesn't portray you as egotistical, grasping, small-minded, self-deluding, more than slightly absurd - and now, to cap it all, as moody, rude and foul-mouthed as any delinquent from pop's kindergarten. Consider the awful Press you were already getting when you decided to take that ill-advised 'boys' night-out'. Even your old friend and rival, Sir Mick Jagger, with his wrinkly stage antics and puerile pursuit of women a third his age, could hardly match it. On your recent American tour, you were reported to be behaving like the worst rock megalomaniacs of the Led Zeppelin era. A special request added to your backstage requirements issued to promoters forbade meat to be served to you - or eaten by anyone in the road crew. Above all, you portrayed yourself as just an ordinary musician on the road, who would pile aboard the tour bus with the rest of your band. However, I'm told that as you came offstage each night, the band were expected to line up and give you a 'spontaneous' ovation. The fact is that, where you're concerned, we have all swallowed an illusion as skillful as any ever created by David Blaine. All that's happening now is that the mask is being allowed to slip. For, even in those magic, innocent early Beatle times, you were never remotely like the smiling boy-angel the world took you for. You had just the same young man's foibles as John, George and Ringo, as well as a good few peculiar to yourself. The melting moon-face and sad puppy-dog eyes already masked a ruthless ambition to make it, with or without the other three. Remember how, even in the band's earliest days of playing gigs for ha'pence on Merseyside and the Cheshire Wirral, you were always known by the others as 'the Star'? The niceness for which you became famous was not wholly illusory. All four of you Beatles were indeed incredibly nice and, more incredibly, managed to remain so, even after being penned in a goldfish bowl far worse than anything David Blaine could contrive. The difference was that, while the others often gave way to understandable temper or frustration, you could never bear to drop that honeyed manner, whatever your true feelings. Amid the trauma of The Beatles' break-up, your wisest move - though few at the time recognized it as such - was to wed American photographer Linda Eastman. The marriage proved a spectacular success, allowing you to combine your globally successful post-Beatles band Wings, featuring Linda on keyboards, with a stable home life known to few others in that echelon of the music business. Together you raised four children to be civilized human beings rather than over-indulged rock-brats. With shy, dignified Linda around - apart from a few aberrant drugs-busts, one of which got you briefly locked up in Tokyo in 1980 - your public profile was irreproachable. The problem was that, jointly directing your band and your profit-rich publishing company MPL, you became ever more of a ruthless perfectionist and autocrat, elbowing aside anyone who threatened to steal even a molecule of your limelight. Have you ever paused to wonder, for instance, why your feature film "Give My Regards To Broad Street" proved to be such a turkey? Quite simply, it was because, regardless of either the plot or the quality of screen actors you hired, you insisted on making yourself the soft focus centre of virtually every shot. Yet, despite all these rumors and rumblings, your image endured - that of cheerful, cheeky 'Mister Thumbs-Up', an unspoiled boynext-door who still greeted each day with a Beatley cry of 'Great!' Linda's death from cancer in 1998 and your obvious devastation unleashed a fresh tide of love and goodwill which diminished when you met and proposed to former topless model Heather Mills, a woman young enough to be your daughter. It is obviously unfair to compare your new wife with Linda, even though both experienced exactly the same backlash for daring to marry a man whom a large part of the world's womanhood regard as their personal property. Much of Heather's unpopularity may well be undeserved - but she does have an unfortunate knack of compounding it almost every time she opens her mouth. Heather has received much of the blame for the new, abrasive Macca we're seeing, and certainly the symptoms are those which often tend to occur in a 61-year-old man with a much younger wife. Where once you carefully limited your public appearances, you'll now willingly escort Heather to the opening of an envelope. Your hair-dye is so obvious that, when you last played at the Oscars, it received an unofficial award as the evening's best special effect. Swearing at a photographer may also strike you as youthful and macho, though I suspect you'd be far more upset if photographers began to ignore you. So determined are you for Heather to be accepted that you even let her give you critiques of your night's performance, a privilege you seldom gave to your fellow Beatles - and one which I doubt Linda ever exercised. Recently, you refused a music industry lifetime achievement award because you said it implied your career was over and you had nothing left to give to music. But hanging onto youth is only part of the reason why, despite all your colossal achievements, you continued to push yourself to such an extent, touring for months on end and pumping out records as well as writing classical symphonies, exhibiting your (not very good) paintings and publishing your (at best mediocre) poetry. It seems you cannot rest until you've persuaded us that our typecasting of The Beatles all those years ago was so completely wrong; that you weren't just the 'nice' one while John Lennon was the arty and edgy one; that you can do anything John ever did, and still more. That said, it's almost some comfort to us lesser beings that, even if you are Sir Paul McCartney, with that vast pile-up of achievement and honors behind you, you can still be insecure enough to wake in the night, sweating and fuming over the running-order of a credit on a record made almost 40 years ago. In other words, Sir Paul, you're only human. And that's what you're belatedly starting to show us. Yours, Philip Norman (NOTE If you would like to send your comments on above article to the Daily Mail, here is the email address feedback@femail.co.uk
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Excellent piece Mike. I didn't realise Philip had written this rubbish. Perhaps I'd better write to him also. Will you e-mail me his address and/or e-mail. Cheers. Sam.