After freezing all night, we sat sweating all morning, watching the pool with unblinking eyes, waiting for John, Paul, George or Ringo to take a dip. What we finally saw was a roadie, Neil Apsinall, swim back and forth a few times, and a couple of windows open and close. The roadie must of seen us peering in at him, because a few minutes later we were hauled off by unamused boys in blue, shoved unpolitely never to return. On the way down the hill, a limousine passed by, and I saw John Lennon for an instant. He was wearing his John Lennon cap and he looked right at me. If I close my eyes this minute, I can still see the look he had on his face; it was full of sorrow and contempt. The other girls were pooling tears in their eyes and didn’t notice, but that look on John Lennon’s face stopped my heart and I never said a word.
The Beatles left town, and I didn’t meet them. It was a dastardly pill to swallow, but life went on. The look on John’s face made me grow up a little.
-Pamela Des Barres reminiscing of being a young Beatlemaniac with friends, making their way to Bel Air, and camping near the home The Beatles were staying in during their American Tour. Sleeping on the ground all night and morning just to get a glimpse of “The Love of their lives” (“Confessions of a Groupie: I’m with the Band”) (via beatlesneveroutofstyle)
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My name's Elena and I'm 17 years old and live in the boring state of Indiana, in the US.There's nothing too special here, but it's me and it's what I love.
"All I can do is be me, whoever that is." -Bob Dylan
Peace, Love, and The Beatles <3
Ich liebe dich!
