#braun tape

[takeasadsongandanalyzeit]

One After 909

This is a John song, though Paul strongly disputes that it was John's alone. These are the first times 909 makes an appearance, but we'll discuss later appearances as they appear in the recording catalogue. This was eventually included on Let It Be, but it was originally recorded on the second of the Forthlin Road tapes, in June/July 1960.

There are two versions on the tape.

Version 1:

This appears to have John singing lead, and Paul singing high harmony. This is the way the song is done going forward as well.

However,

Version 2:

In this version Paul seems to be singing lead with John singing high harmony. It makes sense that they would try recording the song in different configurations, but it's interesting to hear Paul sing lead on a John song. Makes us wonder if maybe Paul was telling the truth and it wasn't just a John song.

The drums are most likely being played by Paul's brother Mike, and the bass would be Stu.

The strumming (in both versions) is clearly meant to evoke a train sound, we assume this was an invention of Paul's. (This guess is largely based on Paul's train-like drum pattern he got Ringo to do for "Ticket To Ride").

Lyrics:

Well, my baby says she's trav'ling on the one after 909 She said move over honey I'm travelling on that line She said move over once, move over twice Come on baby don't be cold as ice. Said she's trav'ling on the one after 909

Well I begged her not to go and I begged her on a bended knee, She said you're only fooling around, she's only fucking around with me. I said move over once, move over twice Come on baby don't be cold as ice. Said she's trav'ling on the one after 909

Picked up my bags, run to the station Railman says you've got the wrong location yeah pick up my bags, run right home Then I find I've got the number wrong yeah

Said she's trav'ling on the one after 909 I Said move over honey I'm travelling on that line she said move over once, move over twice Come on baby don't be cold as ice. Said she's traveling on the one after 909.

Picked up my bags, run to the station Railman says you've got the wrong location yeah pick up my bags, run right home Then I find I've got the number wrong yeah

She said she's trav'ling on the one after 909 woo Move over honey I'm travelling on that line woo Said move over once, move over twice Come on baby don't be cold as ice.

Said she's trav'ling on the one after 9 0, Said she's trav'ling on the one after 9 0, Said she's trav'ling on the one after 9 0, Said she's trav'ling on the one after 9 0,

We'll leave discussion of Paul's 1969 reaction to the song (seen in Peter Jackson's Get Back) until much later.

Though we have one really outrageous theory. In John's 1980 Playboy interview he said:

"That was something I wrote when I was about seventeen. I lived at 9 Newcastle Road. I was born on the ninth of October, the ninth month [sic]. It’s just a number that follows me around, but, numerologically, apparently I’m a number six or a three or something, but it’s all part of nine."

So in some way maybe the song has to do with his birthday. 9 09 would be the American way to notate a date, which makes sense considering the song was based on American train songs, according to Paul in Barry Miles' Many Years From Now

It has great memories for me of John and I trying to write a bluesy freight-train song. There were a lot of those songs at the time, like ‘Midnight Special’, ‘Freight Train’, ‘Rock Island Line’, so this was the ‘One After 909’; she didn’t get the 909, she got the one after it! It was a tribute to British Rail, actually. No, at the time we weren’t thinking British, it was much more the Super Chief from Omaha.

If the song is somehow related to John's birthday, even though John was born in the 10th month, not the 9th, though maybe that's why it's the one after 909 would be 1009, maybe it isn't as straight forward as we think. Also between George's dad was in charge of bus routes in Liverpool, and Paul was obsessed with buses. It's possible the 909 was a real bus that held personal significance.

ADDITION:

When we first listened to this track, we didn't have much to say on the track itself, but now that we can hear it clearer, it's very clear that the lyrics they say aren't "fooling" but "fucking."

There are all sorts of studio chatter audios where they swear, but it rarely happens in songs, so this is kind of unique and exciting.

It's also worth noting that Paul is at least a word behind John the entire first half of the song. Maybe the song isn't as old as Paul said, maybe it was new in 1960, or maybe this was just the first time Paul wasn't just playing on it. We can speculate but can't know for sure, but what we do know is, for some reason Paul didn't know the lyrics very well.

[tillthereweretangents]

Icke, Evelyn Hamann und die Beatles: Eine Art Biografie by Hans-Walter Braun, Volker Neumann

In our research to try to understand the origin of the Forthlin Road tapes, we scoured the internet for any mention of Hans Walther Braun. We could find nothing. Barely even a name. The only mention is related to what is on each of these rehearsal tapes. After reading this invisible ink page for the 100th time, we finally saw it. His nickname was Icke, that's why we could never find anything.

Well, when you look up Icke Braun, most of what you find is a Beatle conspiracy theorist that thinks Paul is dead. But, you also find an autobiography:

Icke, Evelyn Hamann und die Beatles: Eine Art Biografie by Hans-Walter Braun and Volker Neumann

Hans-Walter (Icke) is the source of the Braun Tape. He was given it by Paul in 1961. And he wrote this whole autobiography, that frankly it seems like no one has read. The catch, for us at least, is it's in German and neither of us speak German. So before we even delved into it we had to see if it was worth it, and OH BOY was it!

When we first found the autobiography it was on a website that classified it in the LGBTQIA+ section

We both totally freaked out, but thought maybe it was a translation error or something. Maybe they thought there was something queer about it when it wasn't there at all. That felt more plausible than a book that talked about queerness pertaining to the Beatles, ESPECIALLY written by a close friend.

WELL, what we were so sure it couldn't be is exactly what it is. And we say "is" because this book literally came out in 2018.

We haven't read the whole book, but the Beatles chapter is very queer. Between Icke constantly questioning his own sexuality to John literally kissing him, it's everything you ever imagined you'd never find in a 1st hand account about our boys.

We have a theory (based on the picture of Paul and Icke's relationship in this book) that Paul may have given Icke the rehearsal tape as a romantic gift. (Especially cause Icke mentions a lot of things in detail, but that tape is one thing he doesn't bring up once, so it clearly means something.) It seems likely they were "involved" in some way.

Since the book is in German, and neither of us speak German, we're relying on the hard work of friends to help us understand what Icke says.

Shout out to @paulsrighthand and her Mum, and to @idontwanttospoiltheparty thanks for your help!

The chapter dedicated to Icke's relationship with the Beatles, is where we've concentrated our translation efforts. Though there might be a few other things we find from different points throughout the book.

[greasersinpoodleskirts4cumshots]

[vilsoo]

SLASHER SLUT⌇REINER BRAUN

REINER BRAUN AS JASON VOORHEES! 🔪

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WORD COUNT : 2,149

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 SYNOPSIS : slaughterville isn’t always safe at night… if only you were more cautious of your surroundings, a fine babe like you wouldn’t end up in a dangerous situation like this. all dolled up in a lovely dress for a picnic date, only to wake up tied to trees with the sinister presence of a man in a mask.

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WARNINGS : kidnapping, dubcon, semi-public sex, strappado position, rope bondage, pantygag, reiner sluts you out, manhandling, creampie, dumbification, mind break, throat fuck, mask kink, impact play. [nsfw visual]

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The world suddenly had a thick, earthy smell saturating your nose— a crispy scent of feathery pines, damp moss, and wet tree trunks. Then, the ambience of buzzing insects and the snapping of twigs. You struggled to flutter your debilitated eyes open, vision hazy and blurry as if you hit your head. When you tried to move, a straining ache from your shoulders and lower spine seized you.

You found yourself bound in coarse, tight ropes that hugged onto your skin. Your arms were raised up behind your head with your wrists tied, your legs were forced apart, and your mouth with a gag. There were two trees on both of your sides that the ropes were attached to. Nothing was as rapid as your pulse quickening in unimaginable, staggering fear. The more you struggled, the more the ropes bit you back. Your panics and screams are muffled. Cool air unsettlingly grazes your bare skin, gazing down at your body and seeing your lovely mini dress all torn and ripped to expose your breasts and most of your body. Your panties were missing, only to realize they were taped to your mouth.

How did it even come to this very moment? The last thing you remembered was getting all dolled up for a picnic date with a fine man you’ve been talking to from a dating app; Reiner Braun. Nothing but a lovely evening picnic date in a secluded and private forest that looked very beautiful from the pictures. You knew that a date like this could be sketchy, however. Good thing you were cautious and careful as possible, sharing your location to your friends and family just in case. You knew that night times in Slaughterville are never safe for young and vulnerable women like you to be roaming around all alone... But yet, you played right into the hands which made your guts feel worse. Hell, there was even a recent kidnapping on the news of a female secretary working under one of the biggest investment firms not that long ago.

Trembling and afraid, all alone in a dark forest; there was nothing more harrowing than becoming another victim to Slaughterville’s greatest threats. The anticipation haunted you tremendously of wondering what was going to happen to you. It wasn’t until the trudging of dirt and twigs crunching were heard from behind and all the hair in the back of your neck raised. You squint at a sudden source of light expanding hitting you, some kind of lantern illuminating the dark scenery around you. Then, the heavy breathing of a man grew louder you started to whimper and sob. From all the panic ruining your mental state, tears started welling in your eyes, dropping down to the earth.

When you turned your head around, you make out a brawny, large man with a hockey mask looming over you. His buff figure and his body size was enough to emit a muffled scream out of you. He was a large, bone-chilling man, almost like a giant, that looks as if he can snap you in half with those biceps. You wanted to run but you knew you weren’t getting anywhere without the ropes pinning you this way. The man walks around the trees you were tied to and stood in front of you, forcefully pulling your head up to look at him.

He slowly pulls his mask back on top of his head to reveal himself. Your breath immediately quickened after scrutinizing the man’s familiar face to be Reiner himself, subtly chuckling at your terrified state.

“Isn’t this a great start to our first ever date night?” he teases with a sinister grin. “You told me before your favorite slasher is Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th. I just couldn’t help but surprise you like this. You look so fucking good like this… so helpless and all tied up for me.”

You shook your head rapidly, tears still falling down. Although this entire situation was something you never exactly consented to, never even crossed your mind— something about Reiner in that mask sent your stomach stirring. There seemed to be a very subtle amount of relief coursing over you after realizing who was behind all of this. At least… it wasn’t some creepy stranger with murderous intentions that kidnapped you... Knowing Reiner for months, he’s always had this fantasy of railing you on a lovely picnic date. But never have you imagined it to be this extreme with the kidnapping that happened and tying you up like this. Whatever happened to the “drinking wine and kissing while the sun sets” part of the plan?

“Stop crying, baby. It’s okay.” The blond man holds your face to wipe your tears away with his thumb, seeing your mascara staining your cheeks. “I love how you got all dolled up tonight. Which is why I went all out, too. First time meeting you and fuck… I just wanna manhandle you already.”

You replied with muffled whimpers as Reiner adjusts the hockey mask back on his face. In a blink of an eye, he rips the duct tape off your mouth and you let out a whine from the fleeting pain. Letting go of your face, your head drops right in front his crotch area— you can see the outline of his thick cock through his pants, already so hard for you. Your eyes widen as he undoes his pants and slips his cock right in front of your face with precum glistening at the tip.

“I turned off your phone so nobody would track your location. Besides, we’re in another remote area,” he chuckled deeply. “You should know what to do. Be a good girl and take it all.”

With a few light slaps on your dismayed face that parted your lips open, it caught you off guard when Reiner inched the tip of his cock on the frame of your lips. Holding your face right where he wants you to be, he slides into your mouth, hearing him sigh deeply in the mask. Your doe eyes slowly traveled up to his mask while he succumbs to the feeling of your mouth practically enveloping him. Seeing the empty hollow eye holes, the lingering dark anonymity, and the appearance of his brawny, large figure suddenly stirred something inside you.

You kept mewling on Reiner’s cock as he kept shoving it deeper down your throat, in and out. This sudden feeling of helplessness, this vulnerable position of having someone more dominant and stronger and bigger than you, controlling you while you were restricted, as if you were a free use toy, has never felt this arousing to you. No sign of help, no sign of escape. Just surrendering to your fears had your cunt furtively drip with your juices. You were way too excited, just like Reiner, who couldn’t hold back on rummaging your whole body tonight like a worthless fuckdoll.

The anticipation and quenching desire worsened the throbbing ache in your cunt. You were already a mess; strings of saliva and drool hanging off your chin and coated on his fat cock, blissful tears and dribbles of his precum glazed on your cheeks and eyes, and your tongue hanging out while heavily breathing. Reiner was surprised by how fast you indulged into this, considering that he practically kidnapped you. But he adored the fact he managed to uncover your salacity, your forbidden desire of being tied up and fucked in the woods this way like a nymphomaniac.

“Now you’re enjoying this? Aw, looks like we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight,” he taunted, pulling away from your mouth.

You couldn’t utter a reply when he shoves your panties back in your mouth, telling you to stay quiet. The masked man walks around behind you, shuddering when his hand grazes your ass and abruptly slaps it. Your muffled squeal sounded like a whine, almost a moan that it provoked Reiner to keep harshly slapping both of your cheeks. You can feel his tip brushing the folds of your cunt, already coating it with your juices. Nothing could compare to this amount of excitement pounding in your pussy, practically whining like an impatient little bitch for Reiner to shove his fat cock inside you already. You wanted this, you wanted this— all you could think about was getting tied and fucked in a dark forest with a masked man. It sent shivers down your spine wondering how you ended up in this state of mind; writhed in arousal from this supposedly horrifying experience.

And once Reiner slid his cock in, your breath starts to eratically hitch from the sensation of your cunt getting stretched out from his size. Penetrating into you as if you were made for his cock to fuck. Grabbing your hips and pulling you back and forth on his cock as if you were a free use fuckdoll. It was too much for you to handle. You felt like you were going to shatter into pieces. But that ecstatic, blissful feeling blooming like knots in your stomach kept telling you otherwise. Your fluttering eyes roll into the back of your skull as the man kept pounding and pounding, hearing him pant heavily and manage a chuckle when you kept squeezing and squeezing ever so tightly around him. It felt unreal seeing how he molded you and your pussy for his only pleasure. The thought of being reduced to a free use fuckslut that thrives off from only cock and orgasms… maybe this was what you were built for.

Before you know it, several minutes has passed and he was pounding into you from behind while laying on the picnic blanket he found in your car. Your wrists were still tied and your mouth had a ball-gag on this time. Your legs were so high up in the air from him locking his arms on the area behind your knees, roughly bucking his hips into you in full nelson. His cock repeatedly ramming the sensitive spots in your cunt had more tears running down your cheeks, practically screaming and your brain going number and number. Reiner’s grunts gradually grow louder, slowing his pace when he unexpectedly empties his load in your sopping pussy. But that didn’t stop him from continuing to use you. His stamina could never go out; hell, he could be here all night if he wants to.

So suddenly he pushes you off of him to sit up, abruptly grabbing your body closer to him and hovers above you. With your legs already wide open, he quickly grabs excess rope from his back pocket and roughly holds your ankles on the ground near your wrists above your head, tying them together. Your drenched, messy pussy was right in his sight, and his dick nearly twitched at how fucking helpless and messy you were for him. This endless ache and throbbing in your cunt kept you whining, begging for Reiner to slide back in and fuck you. But it wasn’t much of a problem for him giving you exactly what you wanted. What you needed. You were just the perfect little cocksleeve for him.

Your legs and your thighs were quivering, and sometimes aching from all the slaps he gave you. You couldn’t quit moaning like a bitch in heat as another orgasm was building up, your walls erratically fluttering at the sight of Reiner’s Jason Voorhees mask looming over you, pounding that big fat cock inside you like how a hound takes a bitch. Your brain falls foggy. Your mind is suddenly empty. You could only embrace the coherent thought of cock, the feeling of cum filling you up again and again, and the wild craving for another pleasurable orgasm. You were so ruined, yet so perfect for Reiner to use. It was as if you were a dumb little bunny that got lost in the forest, only to end up manhandled by a big bad wolf.

The next thing you knew, you were blindfolded and knocked out once again. Maybe you passed out from the intense amount of orgasms. Although, you couldn’t tell where you were anymore; perhaps Reiner sent you to another remote location again. Not the forest. Someplace dark, a little cold, and quieter. No embrace of nature. You didn’t know how long you passed out; maybe some days had passed ever since your picnic date night. But it didn’t matter— none of it didn’t matter. Wherever you are, this is what makes of you now; all tied up with your pussy being tortured by a vibrating dildo tied to stay in your cunt for however long.

This is your new purpose now. Your new home. Bound with the only purpose of being a free use whore; maybe this is what happens to all the missing women in Slaughterville…

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[apas-95]

Have you seen For All Mankind

i have tried to watch it and was simply unable to bear how hilariously propagandistic and badly-written it was. its like if a Heinlein fan were given a billion dollars and twelve seconds to think of a pitch.

the opening episode is a bunch of people in a small-town US bar depressedly watching the soviet moon landing and zooming in on how this is the Bad Timeline when the cosmonaut starts talking about 'the Marxist-Leninist way of life'. our plucky heroine's mentor figure is Wernher 'nice jacket, human skin I presume' von Braun.

they send actual vietnam-era US marines to the moon to ride sidesaddle on a modified LEM like it's a huey. they make EVA suits entirely out of duct tape. all their references to space-race era tech proposals are just done as material for a surface-level pastiche of Casette Futurism type wanking over stereotypes about Soviet Engineering XD and, increasingly, orientalist ideas of Chinese and DPR-Korean communist fanaticism.

it's as if the spirit of reddit became animate through the medium of Apple TV.

[shihlun]

"We are the children of Fritz Lang and Werner Von Braun. We are the link between the ’20s and the ‘80s. All change in society passes through a sympathetic collaboration with tape recorders, synthesizers and telephones. Our reality is an electronic reality." - Kraftwerk

Christopher Petit

- Radio On

1979

[bananaofswifts]

01 - Taylor Swift

No one in the music industry wielded more power over the past year than Taylor Swift, who made history at stadiums, movie theaters and on the Billboard charts, leaving even the most seasoned executives speechless. While they’d long celebrated her staggering popularity as a singer, songwriter and performer, her force as a strategic business leader suddenly came into sharper focus — and industry veterans took notes as they watched some of her bravest and most innovative business risks reap remarkable rewards.

At 34, she is one of the music industry’s most charismatic and influential leaders — and she rewrites the rules.

“The piece of advice I would give to the other executives on this list is that the best ideas are usually ones without industry precedent,” Swift tells Billboard. “The biggest crossroads moments of my career came down to sticking to my instincts when my ideas were looked at with skepticism. When someone says to me, ‘But that has never been done successfully before,’ it fires me up. We have to take strategic risks every day in this industry, but every once in a while, you have to really trust your gut and take a flying leap. My rerecordings are my favorite example of this, and I’m extremely grateful to my team and fans for taking that leap with me because it absolutely changed my life.”

Sage advice for an industry in which instinct has largely been supplanted by metrics and data analysis.

In December, Time named Swift its 2023 Person of the Year. In September, after encouraging her 279 million Instagram followers to vote and linking to vote.org, the nonpartisan nonprofit said it received over 35,000 registrations. She appears on the cover of this issue of Billboard and in the No. 1 spot of our annual Power 100 issue because her force across the business of music is now unparalleled — and because she models commitment to innovation that the rest of the business will need in order to tackle the big challenges ahead.

Swift’s gambles have paid off handsomely over the past year.

Her massive The Eras stadium tour, which began in March after she controversially put all the tickets on sale at once, crashing Ticketmaster and sparking mass hysteria, grossed an estimated $906.1 million in 2023 and is poised to become the highest-grossing global tour of all time before it wraps in December, according to Billboard.

The Golden Globe-nominated Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour film, taped during her six-show run at SoFi Stadium in Inglewood, Calif., in August, has grossed over $261.6 million worldwide since its October opening, according to AMC Theatres Entertainment. In January, the publicly traded movie-house chain announced that the film’s box-office take made it the highest-grossing concert/documentary picture ever released, surpassing Michael Jackson’s 2009 This Is It. Once again blazing a new path, Swift made a groundbreaking distribution deal directly with AMC Theaters instead of linking with a film studio.

Swift has shaken up the catalog market, too. When Scooter Braun infuriated her by acquiring the master recordings of her first six albums through his Ithaca Holdings and then sold them to investment firm Shamrock Capital at a profit, Swift rerecorded the albums with loving precision and added bonus tracks to the new releases. They performed phenomenally well, as she deftly used her tour to promote them. When her latest rerecording (and 14th studio album overall), 1989 (Taylor’s Version), spent its fifth week at atop the Billboard 200 at the end of 2023, Swift beat Elvis Presley’s record for the most weeks at No. 1 by a solo artist. Her industry market share last year was 1.72%. If she were her own genre, she’d rank ninth for 2023 — bigger than jazz.

“She’s the smartest artist I’ve ever worked with,” says Messina Touring Group’s Louis Messina, who promotes Swift’s tours and has worked with her since 2005. “She outworks everybody and she has always had this vision. If you’re around her, you can’t help but believe in her.” —Melinda Newman

[dasswerke]

Dieter Rams, Braun TG 60 Tape Recorder, 1965.

[oniifans]

Oni's Master Writing List

Welcome to my writing blog! This blog is filled with 18+ content, so beware! Down below is my master list of works that I have done, and works that are coming! Please enjoy and also don't be afraid to throw in some ideas in my inbox, would love some inspiration or even someone to talk to!

Attack On Titan - Eren Yeager

joy ride - toxic! eren yeager x female reader pt. 1

joy ride - toxic! eren yeager x female reader pt. 2

lunch money - bully! eren yeager x female reader pt. 1

lunch money - bully! eren yeager x female reader pt. 2

lunch money - bully! eren yeager x female reader pt. 3

confessions of a sinner - priest! eren yeager x female reader

the emerald dragon - yakuza! eren yeager x female reader (coming soon, fics 2 & 3 in plotting stages)

Attack On Titan - Armin Arlert

stuffed - armin arlert x female reader x eren yeager

stuffed - armin arlert x female reader x eren yeager pts. 2 & 3 (coming soon)

Attack On Titan - Levi Ackerman

at your service - sub! levi ackerman x female reader (coming soon)

Attack On Titan - Jean Kirstein

red lights, seductive eyes - jean kirstein x female reader

Attack on Titan - Reiner Braun

sound check! - punkstar! reiner braun x groupie female reader (coming soon)

Jujutsu Kaisen - Geto Suguru & Gojo Satoru

sex tape - gojo satoru x female reader x geto suguru

the chat says... - webcammers! gojo satoru x female reader x geto suguru (coming soon, a second work associated with sex tape)

Jujutsu Kaisen - Nanami Kento

don't be late - a bdsm session with nanami kento x female reader (coming soon)

Jujutsu Kaisen - Toji Fushiguro

smile for the camera, whore - pornstar toji fushiguro x female reader (coming soon)

Spider Man: Into the Spiderverse - Miguel O’Hara/Spider-Man 2099

my landlord is actually Spider-Man?! -Spider-Man 2099/Miguel O’Hara x female reader (coming soon)

my insane spiderverse. - Spider-Man 2099/Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Woman! female reader (second fic to previous work, coming soon)

be still. - CEO Miguel O’Hara x Babysitter! Female reader (coming soon)

“Mr. O’Hara will see you now.” -CEO Miguel O’Hara x Secretary Assistant Female Reader (coming soon)

My works can also be found on AO3 under oniifans. AO3 has some exclusive works, such as Kinktobers and some personal original works too. You can also find me on my Twitter - where I’m unhinged over a lot of dilfs and fictional men.

Thank you for your support. Everything is coming soon! 🩷

[get-back-homeward]

April 1960: John and Paul record a band practice on a Grundig reel-to-reel recorder at the McCartney home. Contributors are in dispute but are thought to include at least Stuart Sutcliffe on bass. The tape of this practice ends up in Astrid Kirchherr's possession and may have been a practice tape for Stuart as he was learning bass. It’s later released as part of a bootleg, The Braun-Kirchherr Tapes.

[i-am-the-oyster]

John Lennon, Icke Braun and Bettina Derlien, Hamburg 1966

Hans-Walther (Icke) Braun was a friend of the Beatles in Hamburg. He is the source of one of the main bootlegs of the early Beatles music (the Braun tape -- given to him by Paul) and his name can be heard on the Star Club recording (Paul dedicates Till There Was You to him). He wrote an autobiography in German in 2018, which includes the following:

“And you, Icke?” asked Paul. “Who’s your favourite author?” “Henry Miller. I think he’s very good,” I said. In that moment John suddenly looked over at me. Until then he had been watching Bettina, the bar lady, rinsing glasses and tidying up the bar, with his typical somewhat blasé expression. Our discussion hadn’t seemed to interest him much. Now he was looking directly into my eyes. Quietly and without taking his eyes off me, he walked around the whole counter over to me, planted a kiss on my mouth and went back to his spot. At first, I was quite surprised and didn’t know what to do about it, then I found it rather funny and thought little of it. A few days later, it happened again. I happened upon* him in the hallway behind the stage and again he took my hand and kissed me. At some point the thought occurred to me, “man, he thinks I’m gay, but I can’t help him with that.” What was really going on, I don’t know. Maybe he meant the kisses as overtures; he was even treated as a closet case by homosexuals. No idea. In any case, I saw his girlfriend Cynthia, who visited him in Hamburg in 1961 and whom he married a year later. Apart from that, as far as I know, he spent his time ...

Note: *treffen (traf, in the past tense) is usually translated as meet, but it can mean “happen upon” and probably that’s what’s meant here, from context

Translation by @idontwanttospoiltheparty (thank you!) Emphasis mine.

Thanks also to @paulsrighthand and her Mum for working on translating the book for us.

Original German:

„Und du, Icke? fragte Paul. Wer ist dein Lieblingsautor?" „Henry Miller. Den finde ich richtig gut," sagte ich. Im selben Morent blickte John ruckartig zu mir rüber. Bis dahin hatte er mit seinem üblichen, leicht blasierten Gesichtsausdruck Bettina, die Barfrau, beobachtet, wie sie Gläser spülte und die Bar aufräumte. Unser Gespräch schien ihn nichtbesonders zu interessieren. Jetzt sah er mir direkt in die Augen. Schweigend undohne den Blick von mir zu nehmen, kam er um den ganzen Tresen zu mir, gab mireinen Kuss auf den Mund und ging wieder zurück zu seinem Platz. Im ersten Mo-ment war ich ziemlich überrascht und wusste nichts damit anzufangen, dann fandich es her witzig und dachte mir weiter nichts dabei. Ein paar Tage später pas-sierte es nochmal. Ich traf ihn auf dem Gang hinter der Bühne, und wieder nahm ermeine Hand und küsste mich. Das hat mich irgendwann auf den Gedanken ge-bracht, Mensch, der denkt, ich bin schwul, aber damit kann ich ihm leider nichtdienen. Was wirklich dahinter steckte, weiß ich nicht. Vielleicht hat er die Küsse als Annäherungsversuche gemeint, unter Homosexuellen wurde er soar als Klemm-schwuler gehandelt. Keine Ahnung. Auf jeden Fall habe ich einmal seine FreundinCynthia gesehen, die ihn 1961 in Hamburg besuchte und die er ein Jahr späterdann ja geheiratet hat. Abgesehen davon trieb er sich, soweit ich das beurteilen kann, oft und gern mit anderen Mädchen rum.

(this text is taken from OCR, so there may be small errors in the German).

The term 'closet case' is Klemm-schwuler.

Icke, Evelyn Hamann und die Beatles: Eine Art Biografie by Hans-Walter Braun (Author), Volker Neumann (Author)

Working on @takeasadsongandanalyzeit with @ilovedig continues to be a source of incredibly interesting rabbit-holes.

[takeasadsongandanalyzeit]

You'll Be Mine

This song is a parody of crooning love songs that were popular at the time. It was recorded on the June/July home tape, and appears on Anthology 1.

It's not a very clear recording, but it was included in Anthology, so official lyrics are available. These are likely directly from Paul and George. They seem accurate (there are other songs on Anthology with less reliable lyrics).

Paul sings the melody, in a silly voice, with John adding low harmonies on the first verse and falsetto harmonies on the second and third. We discussed the possibility that Stuart’s voice could be heard, but the consensus seems to be that it’s just John and Paul.

John does a spoken word section, with typical Lennon humour:

My darling, When you brought me that toast the other morning I, I looked into your eyes And I could see that National Health eyeball And I loved you Like I’ve never done Like I have never done before

Len Gary has a scene in his book that sounds suspiciously like this spoken section. Gary's book came out in '97, and Anthology 1, which this was on, came out in '95, so it is very likely Gary used this as inspiration for that scene.

The song is a parody of a style, rather than a direct cover of a specific song, but we want to compare it to "That’s When Your Heartaches Begin" as made famous in 1942 by The Ink Spots. The spoken section in particular (starting around 1:50) is a great example of what John is parodying here.

This is especially interesting because they cover this song on these tapes, though they cover the Elvis version, not this one.

While the song is very playful, it could be interpreted as being about John and Paul's possible romantic relationship. Or it could just be a fun silly number about nothing much at all.

[iwanthermidnightz]

1) Taylor Swift

No one in the music industry wielded more power over the past year than Taylor Swift, who made history at stadiums, movie theaters and on the Billboard charts, leaving even the most seasoned executives speechless. While they’d long celebrated her staggering popularity as a singer, songwriter and performer, her force as a strategic business leader suddenly came into sharper focus — and industry veterans took notes as they watched some of her bravest and most innovative business risks reap remarkable rewards.

At 34, she is one of the music industry’s most charismatic and influential leaders — and she rewrites the rules.

“The piece of advice I would give to the other executives on this list is that the best ideas are usually ones without industry precedent,” Swift tells Billboard. “The biggest crossroads moments of my career came down to sticking to my instincts when my ideas were looked at with skepticism. When someone says to me, ‘But that has never been done successfully before,’ it fires me up. We have to take strategic risks every day in this industry, but every once in a while, you have to really trust your gut and take a flying leap. My rerecordings are my favorite example of this, and I’m extremely grateful to my team and fans for taking that leap with me because it absolutely changed my life.”

Sage advice for an industry in which instinct has largely been supplanted by metrics and data analysis.

In December, Time named Swift its 2023 Person of the Year. In September, after encouraging her 279 million Instagram followers to vote and linking to vote.org, the nonpartisan nonprofit said it received over 35,000 registrations. She appears on the cover of this issue of Billboard and in the No. 1 spot of our annual Power 100 issue because her force across the business of music is now unparalleled — and because she models commitment to innovation that the rest of the business will need in order to tackle the big challenges ahead.

Swift’s gambles have paid off handsomely over the past year.

Her massive The Eras stadium tour, which began in March after she controversially put all the tickets on sale at once, crashing Ticketmaster and sparking mass hysteria, grossed an estimated $906.1 million in 2023 and is poised to become the highest-grossing global tour of all time before it wraps in December, according to Billboard.

The Golden Globe-nominated Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour film, taped during her six-show run at SoFi Stadium in Inglewood, Calif., in August, has grossed over $261.6 million worldwide since its October opening, according to AMC Theatres Entertainment. In January, the publicly traded movie-house chain announced that the film’s box-office take made it the highest-grossing concert/documentary picture ever released, surpassing Michael Jackson’s 2009 This Is It. Once again blazing a new path, Swift made a groundbreaking distribution deal directly with AMC Theaters instead of linking with a film studio.

Swift has shaken up the catalog market, too. When Scooter Braun infuriated her by acquiring the master recordings of her first six albums through his Ithaca Holdings and then sold them to investment firm Shamrock Capital at a profit, Swift rerecorded the albums with loving precision and added bonus tracks to the new releases. They performed phenomenally well, as she deftly used her tour to promote them. When her latest rerecording (and 14th studio album overall), 1989 (Taylor’s Version), spent its fifth week at atop the Billboard 200 at the end of 2023, Swift beat Elvis Presley’s record for the most weeks at No. 1 by a solo artist. Her industry market share last year was 1.72%. If she were her own genre, she’d rank ninth for 2023 — bigger than jazz.

“She’s the smartest artist I’ve ever worked with,” says Messina Touring Group’s Louis Messina, who promotes Swift’s tours and has worked with her since 2005. “She outworks everybody and she has always had this vision. If you’re around her, you can’t help but believe in her.” —Melinda Newman

[ddagent]

It was a ridiculous crush. Margo had never really indulged in one before - they seemed like an inordinate waste of time when she could be calculating trajectories that would put the first man on the Moon. As a teenager, she certainly hadn't had a rebellious streak. No leather jacket wearing, chain smoking boyfriends for her. But this - this felt like a delicious act of rebellion. Private, of course. Worth more than her job if anyone found out.

Margo Madison had a picture of the first man to walk on the Moon in her office, taped to the back of a filing cabinet. Sergei Nikulov, in grainy black and white, standing on the surface of the Moon.

"He is rather cute, isn't he?"

One of the astronauts' wives giggled to another; the admission that Sergei Nikulov, with his soft blond hair and electric eyes, was cute would probably earn them a sharp reprimand from Ed Baldwin and the others, seething over a barbecue somewhere. Margo hadn't even wanted to come, but had been persuaded to by Von Braun. You need to interact with your fellow colleagues, Margo. He kept drawing her into conversations with young, single engineers. She kept thinking about the interview Sergei had given about his space module, how he had designed the specs himself.

"What about you, Margo? What's your type?"

Margo spluttered the water she had been sipping, not one for the beers circulating. "I don't really have a type."

But she apparently did. Handsome, reserved Soviets who worked in engineering labs and were miles away from the cocky American astronauts she found herself around every damn day.

[dollwrites]

𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐥 ⟡ 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐩 !!

— ᴊᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ

word count 11492 / 10000

don’t say it’s unholy [ REINER BRAUN ]

(fuck it like you stole it [ BACHIRA MEGURU ]

degradation blurb [ GETO SUGURU ]

edging blurb [ DIO BRANDO ]

size kink blurb [ ZHONGLI ]

pathetic blurb [ JASON TODD & ROY HARPER ]

fuck around and find out [ HAL JORDAN ]

sex tape blurb [ ROY HARPER ]

pretty when you cry [ GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU ]

— ꜰᴇʙʀᴜᴀʀʏ

word count 14945 / 10000

judgement night [ MAHITO ]

just the tip blurb [ DIO BRANDO ]

the jealousy game [ HAL JORDAN ]

eye of the beholder [ ROHAN KISHIBE ]

toxic valentine blurb [ BAROU SHOUEI ]

‘till death do we part [ ILLUMI ZOLDYCK ]

no halo [ GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU ]

meet on the ledge [ REINER BRAUN ]

— ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ

word count 20809 / 10000

weak when you’re around [ GIORNO GIOVANNA ]

learn the ropes [ JINKURO ISARIZAWA ]

daddy’s game [ GUY GARDNER ]

tempting fate [ WALLY WEST ]

too late to beg you [ HAL JORDAN ]

overstimulation headcanons [ THE JUSTICE LEAGUE ]

first class [ JINKURO ISARIZAWA ]

two wrongs make a right [ HAL JORDAN & BARRY ALLEN ]

waking the demon [ ITTO ARATAKI ]

— ᴀᴘʀɪʟ

word count 16220 / 10000

fine line [ ZEKE YEAGER ]

when you come home [ HAL JORDAN ]

in bloom blurb [ JINKURO ISARIZAWA ]

paradise lost [ RUI KAMISHIRO ]

hurt me harder [ ENJI TODOROKI ]

made for more than moaning [ JINKURO ISARIZAWA ]

good girls should be seen not heard [ TOYA TODOROKI ]

big dick headcanons [ TSUKASA TENMA ]

noncon blurb [ SADA ]

— ᴍᴀʏ

word count 12149 / 10000

sex in different sekais [ KAITO ]

beck and call [ AINOSUKE SHINDO ]

blood drinking blurb [ LUKE VALENTINE ]

u.r.a fever [ GRIFFITH ]

facefucking blurb [ HAL JORDAN ]

piss kink blurbs [ GRIFFITH ]

prompt list blurb [ JINKURO ISARIZAWA ]

prompt list blurb [ GRIFFITH ]

prompt list blurb [ ALUCARD ]

total pieces posted 44

total word count 75615

[dannyfariiia]

Dieter Rams for Braun, 1962/1963. Wall Mounted Audio 2/3 (components: control TS45, reel-to-reel tape recorder TG60, slim speakers L450, record player PCS5), (Image 1 credit: Matthew Donaldson) Dieter Rams design ethos was very clearly codified by himself in ten legendary principles for good design: 1. Good design is innovative; 2. Good design makes a product useful; 3. Good design is aesthetic; 4. Good design makes a product understandable; 5. Good design is unobtrusive; 6. Good design is honest; 7. Good design is long-lasting; 8. Good design is thorough down to the last detail; 9. Good design is environmentally friendly; 10. Good design is as little design as possible

Dieter Rams, Nicolas Ghesquière, Sir Terence Conran, Lord Norman Foster, Jasper Morrison and Sir Paul Smith are among the design stars to give their support to the protection of design patent rights.

more info: — https://braunaudio.de/en/braun-hifi-wall-unit-wandanlage-stereo-system-60ties/ — https://designwanted.com/design-icons-dieter-rams/