Pattie Boyd burst into tears when she found George Harrison had died.
“I know I should have refused,
But I’m happy to’ve been their muse”
I regret allowing myself to be seduced by Eric and wish I had been stronger. I believed marriage was for ever, and when things were going wrong between George and me I should have gritted my teeth and worked through them.
And I wish I’d known I didn’t have to be a doormat and allow both husbands to be so flagrantly faithless.
But if I had resisted Eric, I would never have known that incredible passion. I would never have been the inspiration for those beautiful songs Layla and Wonderful Tonight.
I accept that I paid a high price, but it was in proportion to the depth of the love he and I shared. I loved George deeply, too, but we were younger and it was a gentler love.
I don’t regret leaving Eric. All I regret is that I had to. It was painful beyond belief, but if I had stayed, Eric might have drunk himself to death.
In October 2006, Bill Wyman was 70. He had a huge party at Ronnie Scott’s and he took over the club. It was full of faces from the Sixties: all were friends, all looked as fabulous as they had 50 years ago.
Given my life over again, I wouldn’t change anything.
I loved everything that went with rock ‘n’ roll. I loved being at the heart of such creativity and being young in such an exciting era. I have known some amazing people and had some unforgettable experiences.
Our generation really did lead a revolution: as teenagers we refused to conform and we’re still refusing to do what’s expected of us, still breaking the mould, still doing everything it takes to keep age at bay.
One day we might have to give in to sensible shoes – but don’t hold your breath.
Yes, we look fabulous tonight.
Isn’t that a pic of Buddy Holly?
Yeah. The guy who wrote “Oh, Boy.” Get it?
Sheesh!
Says someone who was notable for doing what, exactly? Oh, right. She was a starfucker.
God, has there ever been a more self-obsessed, pathetic generation of people?
George Harrison died?
One day I picked up the phone and rang an old friend from my modelling days, Amanda Lear. She was Salvador Dali’s muse and living in the south of France.
Well, thank heaven Amanda was not just anybody’s muse. I mean, then it might not be worth mentioning.
Dahling, you look absolutely fabulous tonight!
Might explain this phenomenon.
I’m still waiting to hear back from the Vatican.
Gah! Retry:
I’m still waiting to hear back from the Vatican.
Where’s Jeff?
He’s de-etherialized.
TW: psychical granting
Nice pic of Buddy Holly. Where did you get that picture? I’d like to see what amp he’s plugged into.
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I didn’t crop that photo, and the amp’s not visible in it, but here’s info on Holly’s equipment.
I can’t listen to Layla without thinking of dead bodies turning up in pink Caddys, dumpsters and refrigerator trucks.
Like this
she’s remained tarted up nicely after all these yrs. Nice boobies!
Our generation really did lead a revolution: as teenagers we refused to conform and we’re still refusing to do what’s expected of us, still breaking the mould, still doing everything it takes to keep age at bay.
OK three thoughts here.
1) What, exactly, are they doing that’s not expected of them?
2) Why is it such a good thing to not do what is expected, to be so proud of it?
3) Is not acting your age actually a positive trait?
A generation of Peter Pan wanna-bes. It wouldn’t be so bad, but they refuse to turn over the nation’s car keys and let the grown-ups* run things.
*Any generation other than the baby boom generation.
Indeed. I’m kind of hoping in another decade or so and we can finally start shoving the whole ridiculous Boomer herd out on their ice floes.
As a “late Boomer” I am truly grateful to have had the music that was written for her. Y’all can disparage the “Boomers” all you want, but the music will live on long after the crap “music” of today is compost.