"He just lit the room" -Olivia Harrison 


"Tony Carricker says ‘Stuart was always the most cerebral and intellectual of all of us; I don’t remember him being into rock or having records.  I once loaned him about ten 45’s and they came back warped—-the ultimate sin’.

It was as a painter that Stuart excelled.  His work was often brilliant.  He obtained a first-class pass in the college Intermediate exam in 1958 and exhibited in Bradford and Liverpool in 1959.  He was a quiet but determined and utterly committed young man—-and, as Tony Carricker adds, ‘He always understood image’.”.—-All These Years/Tune In by Mark Lewisohn

John Lennon and his interesting sense of humour. (x)

i love early beatles photos of boys TOO MUCH

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"I never refused (about changing his hairstyle), they never asked me."

Pete Best
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"We were the Kings of Liverpool and Hamburg. We had huge followings in both cities and just took it in our stride. Nothing put us off focus- the sex and drugs or the celeb culture. We knew what we wanted and where we wanted to go. We had a dream, you see."

Pete Best on the Beatles
"What the f*** do you want him for? He hasn’t done anything."

— John Lennon’s apparent comment to the German police as they arrived to give seventeen-year-old George Harrison notice of his deportation for playing underaged in clubs past the curfew (via thateventuality)
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 Stuart Sutcliffe Letter The letter was written over two weeks and reads:
"Dear Mother,
Thanks for your very nice letter which I had the other day. Astrid and her mother have gone to the country to visit the grave of her father so I write and look after the dog. Things seem to be swinging quite well at home and this makes me happy.

John Hart has written to me telling me that I have all his support and Ballard’s when I wish to teach, he’s very happy that I’ve started to paint again. Yes I have started and things are going quite nicely in a few weeks I should have a grip on myself, my pictures are not so abstract now, vaguely figurative and mostly blue. You might have read in the paper that a top English sculptor is now teaching in the big college here, Paollozi (he comes from Edinburgh). Anyway tomorrow I’m going to the college to start drawing again, I’ll go about 3 days a week and just do what I wish. I’ve seen the assistant director and he said he’ll turn a blind eye, then when Paollozi comes (26th May) I must speak with him about staying in his class for a while (Astrid Is beautiful and lovely and wonderful as always and we are so very happy together). Perhaps I will have a bit of a shock for you in a few weeks, it all depends on this Paollozi man (I love Astrid) but I might go to this college for a year, with a grant. It so funny but although it’s vague yet this can be a tremendous fillip to my reputation when I return to England,

I must apologise for not finishing this letter about 2 weeks ago when I first started it. Again Astrid and her mother are at the cemetery, so I have the opportunity to write again. Yes, it seems that it’s quite easy for a foreigner to get a grant at this college, there are quite a few Americans there and others. Anyway on Monday I go to the class of Paollozi who will be here for a week and see what he has to say about this. The college has tremendously high standards all the students are quite old. It will mean that I will be staying here for a year. Anyway I enclosed a hundred D.M (100 DM) and this is for the Westminster Bank, could you please pay this for me, also could you send me my certificate and things because if I’m going to enroll at the college I’ll need them.  You can’t imagine how important it will be for me to have a good reference from this man.

Now please wish my father a happy birthday, there is a little present on the way for him when he hits the country again. Greetings from Astrid for you and the family, need I say that I’m so very happy here with her, she’s so wonderful in all things, for now love from your son Stuart to you and all.


Paul and Jane, 1968.