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The framing of this whole scene is... insane. Like something planned out for a fictional movie.

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Paul via Instagram stories, June 20 2025 ❤️

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November 1st, 1975 (Cottesloe Civic Centre, Perth, Australia): During a Wings press conference, Paul is asked about the fallout of the Beatles breakup.

Q: Paul, you’ve been accused of being the heavy of the Beatles breakup. Do you think you deserve that title?

PAUL: No. I think really what happened was when the group broke up, I kind of was trying to keep hold of the money that the group had earned, and there was a manager in there at the time who was trying to take it off us. And so, in trying to keep hold of the money, I had to sue the other chaps, and I couldn’t sue the manager. So that’s where I got the reputation of being the heavy. But the others now thank me because we managed to save a bit of the money, you know. 

Q: So you are friendly with the other chaps, then?

PAUL: Yeah, yeah.

LINDA: Kissing cousins.

Q: There’s been a lot of talk and rumours of the Beatles getting back together again for one last concert. What are the chances?

PAUL: No chance, no. 

Q: Linda, during the initial time of the Beatles breaking up, there was a lot of criticism thrown at Paul, but there was also a lot of criticism thrown at you by John and Yoko about you being involved in recording sessions. Do you think, in turn, that Yoko should have been involved in the recordings with John?

LINDA: Well, I think anybody can record if they want… There was a lot of friction, a lot of playing people against each other. I mean, in truth, we’re quite good friends now.

PAUL: I think it was like, the Beatles had broken up, and I think they probably would have broken up anyway, and it was like looking for something to blame, really.

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Paul McCartney, “Mod Odyssey”

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“A Family Tragedy Taught Mike McCartney A Lesson About Life

“Growing up in Liverpool, England, I did things my way. In school, I tended to be a naughty boy. We’d do things like fill lunch bags with water and throw them from the top yard onto kids in the lower one. Invariably, we’d get caned by the school’s principal. I loved mischief. Fortunately, my mother, Mary, was forgiving. I had a special relationship with her. She understood me better than anyone. Mum was a midwife and home-visiting health aide. She was a strong woman who wanted the best for us.

My father, James, loved music. Like my older brother, Paul, he had learned to play piano on his own. He formed a ragtime jazz group with our relatives. Jim Mac’s band went around playing dances. If venues didn’t have a piano, he’d play his cornet.

Dad didn’t like putting things off. When Paul and I tried to delay our chores, he’d look at us and say, “D-I-N,” for “do it now.” Dad’s reply to “Why?”: “Because there are no hairs on a seagull’s chest.” His answer was meant to put a stop to my endless childhood queries.

My parents prized education, but they didn’t have money for private school. Paul passed a test and went to the Liverpool Institute High School for Boys. I wasn’t expected to make it. Then something amazing happened. I passed. When I arrived home to tell my mum, she was mixing dough for her cakes.  After I told her I passed, I’ll never forget the look of pride and disbelief on her face. She came over and hugged me with all the white flour transferring from her hands and arms to my clothes and face.

One day in 1956, when I was 12, I walked into my parents’ bedroom and saw that my mum had been crying. She was alone at her vanity fingering her rosary beads. She was looking at a photo of a relative who was a priest. I’d never seen the photo before and haven’t since. I asked her what was wrong. “Nothing, love,” she said. Now I realize she knew she was dying from breast cancer. A month or so later, she had to go into the hospital. During a visit, Paul and I and our dad were asked to leave her room. She died a short time later. I had to come to terms with life when the most precious thing in my life was gone, ripped from my heart.At first, I fought with everyone, but after about a year, I got it. I learned I had to appreciate living. My grief became easier once I understood that.

Watching Paul’s success with the Beatles in the early 1960s was amazing. Mum missed it, but dad saw it. I saw it. All of us had no hope at all [and] suddenly, my brother proved anything was possible.In 1962, I joined the Scaffold, a comedy, poetry and music trio. But I didn’t want to be a pop star. I was happiest in my world of poetry, song and mischief in Liverpool. In the old days, Liverpool buses had a pole in back so if you were late to the stop, you could grab it to get on as the bus pulled away. A while back, I dreamed my mother was holding the pole as the bus drove off. I’m running after her, but the bus is moving farther and farther away. I finally stop. I realize I’m never going to catch up to her.”

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Instagram tributes on Paul McCartney's 83rd birthday, 18th June 2025: Stella McCartney

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Very locked in for Paul day!

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Love this ! Happy Birthday Mr Macca 💖

Happy birthday to Jim McCartney's beloved red piece of meat, Donovan's beautiful two-headed monster, Martha the dog's adored owner, Yoko Ono's great threat. Happy Birthday to Mike McCartney's tender older brother, George Harrison's older brother by nine whole months and the baby brother Ringo's Starr always wanted. Happy birthday to one of the only men Bob Dylan considered a threat, Stevie Wonder's friend, Brian Wilson's admirer, the man who Derek Taylor briefly hated more than anybody else and the person who sent Dusty Springfield flowers in her time of need. Happy birthday to the guiding light in Stella McCartney's life, the man who fought a ram to defend his children and the man who let kids play with knives to teach them life skills. Happy birthday to the man who feels love so much that it comes out in all body tingles, who sees stonehenge as the heart chakra of the earth and who just really really likes buses. Happy birthday to the 1960s pin-up, the indie rock forerunner, the flop movie maker, the writer, the 1980s chew toy, the vegetarian advocate, the protester and the council lad from Liverpool who changed music forever.

Happy birthday to Linda McCartney's prince charming, John Lennon's extraordinary dear one. Happy birthday to today's Mozart, Yesterday's creator and everyones grandude.

Happy birthday to the Gemini who isn't just a Gemini, but a whole constellation.

Happy birthday Paul McCartney.

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They wanted each others cookie so damn bad….

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“I first met John Lennon through Tony King, who had moved to LA to become Apple Records’ general manager in the US. In fact, the first time I met John Lennon, he was dancing with Tony King. Nothing unusual in that, other than the fact that they weren’t in a nightclub, there was no music playing and Tony was in full drag as Queen Elizabeth II. They were at Capitol Records in Hollywood, where Tony’s new office was, shooting a TV advert for John’s forthcoming album Mind Games, and, for reasons best known to John, this was the big concept. I took to him straight away. It wasn’t just that he was a Beatle and therefore one of my idols. He was a Beatle who thought it was a good idea to promote his new album by dancing around with a man dragged up as the Queen, for fuck’s sake. I thought: We’re going to get on like a house on fire. And I was right. As soon as we started talking, it felt like I’d known him my entire life. We began spending a lot of time together, whenever I was in America. He’d separated from Yoko and was living in Los Angeles with May Pang. I know that period in his life is supposed to have been really troubled and unpleasant and dark, but I’ve got to be honest, I never saw that in him at all. I heard stories occasionally – about some sessions he’d done with Phil Spector that went completely out of control, about him going crazy one night and smashing up the record producer Lou Adler’s house. I could see a darkness in some of the people he was hanging out with: Harry Nilsson was a sweet guy, an incredibly talented singer and songwriter, but one drink too many and he’d turn into someone else, someone you really had to watch yourself around. And John and I certainly took a lot of drugs together and had some berserk nights out, as poor old Dr John would tell you. We went to see him at the Troubadour and he invited John onstage to jam. John was so pissed he ended up playing the organ with his elbows. It somehow fell to me to get him offstage.”

— Elton John, Me. (2019) (Note: You can watch the Mind Games commercial of John and Tony King in drag dancing here. You can read the continuation of this quote here.)