12/3/2015 7:56:24 AM
Stupid Fuckass Machine, and I'll say it again.
This is John Lennon speaking. Stupid fuckass machine.
Made me log in a second time, when I just had loggied in you damn fuckin' machine.
Pardon me, it's nothing personal, I'm yelling at the machine,
why is it me you want to fuck with you bloody machine?
What'd I do to piss you off Dear Lovely Machine You Are When You Work Proper...?
Lesley channels me. It's a known international fact.
In whenever the goddamned year was, it's about nine years ago by now,
Pete Shotton, that's me boyhood mate since we were both five years old,
came here to NY, and saw first hand, 'oh shit, that's really you alright'.
It's true. This is what Pete said to me, as I inhabited Lesley's body
there in the recording studio after having spent seven hours
making the yet to be released here (but we probably will soon then)
record "From Here To There" by BEATLESEX...
(I'm actually looking forward to releasing that here, maybe around New Year's
or something, we all like that album) Pete looked me us all serious,
and he said,
"You bastard. You knew. You knew didn't you.
You knew that if I saw you work, I'd know it's you."
And I answered, speaking in my resonant-most g-flat,
"I've only been trying to tell you that for two fuckin' years, Shotton."
But about these albums....
Well, they're road markers sort of aren't they.
Sure they are..
Rubber Soul I call the Pot Album, since by now we had completely
fell in love with the magic of marijuana, thank you Bob Dylan Thomas Zimmerman.
And we have I believe some whack-ass dentist of George's to thank
us for the next one, Revolver, 'cause that'd be the LSD Album....
In fact, if you listen to either of these records,
on their key ingredients; ie, pot while listening to Rubber Soul
or LSD while listening to Revolver,
you will in fact hear entirely different records.
You'll go 'how did this get here'
and 'how did they do this'
and 'really is anyone but me hearing this?'
Then you'll come back down and don't hear it anymore.
Fortunately we don't really have that problem.
We couldn't bother with the stairs anymore, so we stopped bothering
to come down.
But I for one and I am one just ask anyone, miss the new spirit
of the thing, the love of creating.
Man as supergroups go, we were fuckin' it. And that's all to it.
Though I have to say, what we do now, myself Hi I'm John Goddamned Lennon,
my mate George, Hi He's George Fuckin' Harrison, yes I know you can
speak for yourself George, it's okay Love, shut up.
And MEATPIE!! The Famous Meatpie of the Meatpies of Long Island.
No, not really about Long Island,
and about hearing our records on pot or acid.
But you may hear bits in it you missed previously.
We hear all the bits of course because we bloody put them there.
Anything to add George? Okay thank you.
George raised his finger like me might, but I didn't give him time.
I'm such a fuckin' prick.
But having had Primal Therapy in the early 70s with Dr Janov or Pablov
or whatever it was, and Yoko flanking my flanks n' beans,
I'm okay with being okay. Foreign concept at first, but I began
little by little to piece together the native language.