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my fav jonesmith moments (2/2) ౨ৎ

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"it’s all a hangover from the days of the left wing or fascism. It’s not the way things are anymore; it’s just us."

Pain. This is infuriating. I hate how current politics had to crop up on this lovely quote. But there's also hope too. I mean they won, we will too.

“To tell the truth, when I first met the boys I was shocked by their long hair and uninhibited mannerisms, but as I sat and talked with them I soon saw their separate personalities emerging. Here, in a nutshell, is what I saw then: […] Peter — very sensitive; great humanitarian qualities; excellent singer and guitarist.” - Gene Ashman (costume designer), 16 Magazine (October 1967) “My goal is become completely happy. I am progressing in this direction all the time, but every time a bad thing happens to me it leaves a wound, a wound that can only be submerged or expressed. If it is suppressed, if affects my behavior always; if it is expressed, it is possible to get over it. If someone used to snarl at me, I would find myself snarling back until I could get off by myself and think, why did this person express anger toward me? Was he responsible for his feeling or did I create the situation that made him express it? And if I met his anger with love instead of a snarl, wouldn’t it make me feel better and happier instead of leaving me depressed and discouraged? More and more I try to meet anger with love. The world is love. Sooner or later everyone will love everyone else. That is the future. I think people are so hipped up on the point of view, us against them; it’s all a hangover from the days of the left wing or fascism. It’s not the way things are anymore; it’s just us. I’ve been a long time discovering this. When I was in junior high school, I was a punk. I wanted people to love and admire me for my gentle wit, my talented music-making and my beauty of personality. Instead I was loathsome and irritating and quarrelsome and I didn’t know why people didn’t like me. But I began to think and meditate on it. Meditation is the only way the personality can be improved, and gradually I began to work things out and better myself. I like to give someone as many ‘different sheets of music paper’ as I can — behave differently toward him each time I see him. That is the only way someone can know what the real me is like. You can’t know the real me by only talking to me. I believe that you can tell more about people by the way they look walking away from you than you can by what they say. In the highest sense, I think a human life is art, that art includes all expression. The way I play a guitar expresses something and the way I scratch my thigh expresses something. I think my guitar music is good; that is where I haven’t made any compromises. I think it really expresses me.” - Peter Tork, interviewed by Edwin Miller for Seventeen (August 1967) “Utterly relaxed himself, he hates what he calls ‘the presence of paranoia.’I ‘I hate being in the same room with lots of uptight people. I have to leave if the atmosphere isn’t relaxed, then I try to work out later why it upset me.’” - article by June Southworth, Fabulous 208 (January 1968)

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GIRL get up off the floor.

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Bonus post — in honor of Paul McCartney’s birthday.

Footage courtesy of derekup.

"The song ['Lady Madonna'] seemed to be in his head the entire day [on the set of Head]. He would often sing or hum it to himself during brief stops and at one point he picked up a guitar and Davy joined him as they sang the song all the way through. Peter’s voice actually sounded better than Davy’s and I wondered why he didn’t sing like that more on the records.” - article by Carol Deck, Flip, August 1968 (read more in an older post) Q: “What’s the best record you ever heard? The best song? Why?” Peter Tork: “Album, Sergeant Pepper, probably. Of course, as a Beatles fan, I was ready for every new recording that they put out. Plus the buzz was (cuz) Sgt. Pepper was exceptional, even for the Fab Lads. I remember driving to David Crosby’s house — he had a copy and the great stereo, don’t cha know, and on the way I heard Fixing A Hole on the radio. Even without knowing in advance that it was Paul, I remember thinking how strong a cut it was; only to discover it wasn’t even the strongest cut on the album. Then to sit down in front of the stereo and put the album on, …well! It was one of the great experiences of art I ever hope to have. Song — Lady Madonna. It was just about the beat and the music; sort of like What A Fool Believes, where there’s just that great combination of beat, melody and instruments.” - Beachwood Confidential Newsletter (1995) “I would count Ringo as a friend of mine, not a profoundly close friend, but I’d say we were friends and friendly. I believe I was friends with George Harrison. John and Paul, you know, they were friendly to us, and Micky counts Paul as a friend, but I don’t, I haven’t spent any time — I did meet him and we had a moment or two together, it was fun and it was great to meet him and hang out. Lovely to hang out with John, but we didn’t find our paths crossing a lot.” - Peter Tork, RNZ (2016)

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I have so so many questions. Cause like mike is being pretty serious, and the guy seems nervous until mike is like "it's alright" it makes me think they had a history or Mike just clocked him and made sure he felt comfortable.

There's just some sort of story and I want to know what it is

crazy, crazy work

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This story gives me deep set anxiety. What the fuck Peter? Like I knew you gave everything away but like....that's a different level and I'm truly traumatized now. I know most of the comments love it, but god do I hate this. Like, he had no boundaries what so ever and that' just so so dangerous in his position.

More of Peter Tork at Monterey Pop Festival. Photo 2 by Fred Arellano.

In case you’ve found yourself wondering about the story behind this first photo, here it is, at least, according to a fan who was in attendance (typed up from the clipping)… “[W]hen I saw Peter right there on ground level, like life, I almost blew up. […] [T]here was a shrieking scramble for his ornamental beads. One string popped and the beads flew everywhere. There was a regular diving and flailing of females to get a bead. […] After the beads were gone, the girls kept begging for things, anything. He was very loving and understanding. One girl started tugging at his shirt, her eyes wide and glazed with determination and love lust. Other hands tugged at the buttons. He didn’t resist. He laughed and enjoyed the wild moment. Off came his shirt and he wasn’t embarrassed, wasn’t mad, wasn’t impatient. I had managed to get close enough to get one hand on the shirt. I tugged with all the other girls, but a crazy thing happened. The milling of the crowd caused a couple of girls to let go and then a couple of others thought they didn’t have a chance or didn’t want to rip it or something and zud, there I stood with Peter Tork’s shirt! I guess I went white. I stared at Peter and he grinned at me. That so undid me that I wasn’t careful and someone grabbed the shirt from me and got lost in the crowd before I could unglue my eyes from Peter. He nodded in sympathy and consolation. When it got to the point where some of the girls really went ape and tried to get his pants, Peter started edging toward the special cabin set up for the talent. He didn’t realize that he had lost his wallet out of his shirt pocket in the tussle. A man picked it up and tried to get through the tightly-packed fans. He yelled ‘Your wallet, your wallet, Peter.’ He finally pushed his way to Peter and handed the wallet over the heads of the girls packed close around, all eager to touch Peter, all struggling to be THE ONE nearest him, all storing up memories and contacts with Peter Tork. ….As he got hold of the wallet, Peter stopped everybody cold. He looked at it thoughtfully a moment, looked at the loving fans and, smiling as if drowning in all that love, threw his own wallet over his head in such a way that it came open, spilling money, credit cards, driver’s license, pictures and everything boys carry in thir [sic] wallets, all the personal things. There was a terrible scramble for his belonging, not because of the money (and there was a lot of it) but because it was HIS, tossed to his lovers in the supreme moment of the love festival. I ended up with a calling card given to Peter by someone in the recording business. It was just a card, but the main thing was that he had held it, had carried it, had had it near his person in his wallet. I’ve never seen such a love gesture. I hope the girl who got the shirt and ran will value it. But in a way, she lost. I missed out on the shirt, sure, but it meant that I was there for that greatest gesture — is throwing his wallet to the girls. And I have the card. It’s like a petal from his love flower.” - Tao Zito (age 16), Movie Teen Illustrated (February 1968) (Previous Monterey Pop Festival posts can be found here and here.)

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Ringo Starr giving Elton John a rose circa 1975

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Peter Tork playing baseball. Flip, April 1968. [x]

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I know, or I think this is a joke, but would like to note that things were vastly different then and I don't think sex between men was necessarily the logical culmination all the time. I think about the fact that Victor Spinetti and his partner never actually consumated their relationship but they were together for decades. It was just a different time that doesn't follow modern assumptions.

Sorry if I ruined the joke.

i think the real conspiracy is thinking John and Paul didn't fuck, because there's barely any way two people are in a relationship where they both want each other romantically and sexually, they sleep in the same bed millions of times, they get drunk alone together, they have sex with other people in the same room as each other (believed to even be in the same bed), they're both somewhat single as they never genuinely devote themselves to anyone throughout the majority of their relationship, and they just so happened to maintain that relationship for over a decade without ever acting on these sexual and romantic desires they have for each other?

Now that's a theory I find hard to swallow.

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a lot of us joke that paul and jane were basically like a lavender marriage or go that route when discussing their relationship but i really think it was important for paul in his own weird ways (the ashers were his gateway into the london art scene, did he use them just for connections and the added emotional / sexual intimacy from jane?) i feel like a memoir from jane’s side would give a better idea of what it was like but we all know that’s never happening so we just have secondary sources and paul’s weird quotes forever

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i just LOVE mike’s vocals in salesman need FULL BLAST in my ears pls

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And now the biggest difference is that Alice is a transphobe and Micky isn't.

Micky Dolenz and Alice Cooper during the Hollywood Vampires Softball days in the mid-1970's. Micky and Alice were neighbors back in Laurel Canyon as well.

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I’m sorry I usually rag on Beatles Reddit but this tale of Paul in the wild is sending me

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If this was real, it would be LGBTQ Nation, Pink News, Open, Advocate or OUT at the top, just in case this does happen for real at some point.

neil young did actually come out as nonbinary

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Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

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so much gay so little time.

these are renaissance paintings to me

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