1969

the get back sessions were horrible. paul was being controlling and bossy, john was coming in late and bringing his annoying wife, george was being left out and getting made fun of for his own songs, and ringo was tired and not being spoken to unless the band was in a good mood. in general, it was just tense and obviously no one was happy.

currently, everyone was having a little break— john was sitting on the floor, smoking a cigarette, paul was in a chair, drinking tea, george was sitting on the sofa, also smoking, and ringo was sitting with you on his lap, a cigarette in between his fingers as the band spoke.

“we’re a rock and roll band, y’know. we can’t have these songs in our album that your making george.” john would say, taking a drag of his cigarette— once again downgrading george’s songs, specifically ‘i, me, mine’.