They’re not letting it be. The last Beatles movie, the original Let It Be documentary by Michael Lindsay-Hogg is, at last, restored and available for viewing on Disney+.
Now let’s go back to the first Beatles movie, with a documentary about A Hard Day’s Night.
Before my cancer diagnosis, I was foolishly getting ambitious about actually doing something fun outside of the house. So I signed up for a drawing class. With my continued participation now in doubt, tonight’s class, the second, may be the last I am able to attend. I should definitely know more about my medical condition tomorrow.
Tonight’s warm-up was a “drawing from the right side of the brain” exercise, copying an upside-down picture, borrowed from a Picasso portrait of Stravinsky. On the left is the drawing as I saw it, on the right is what I drew.
John’s son Sean explains his contribution to “Primrose Lane” with Paul’s son James, and everything else he’s been doing.
I have cancer. Six years ago, I had melanoma removed from my scalp. It left a deep scar, but at least the treatment was quick and limited to the surgery. From what I’ve been told, this time around I probably won’t be so lucky.
Whether or not I will continue running this site depends on the extent of my illness, and I don’t yet know what that is. Writing about my “cancer journey” isn’t something I’m interested in doing.
The destructive influence of the thoroughly corrupt Roy Cohn persists long after his death, in the person of Donald Trump. A subtext of this documentary is that Cohn was a “self-loathing Jew” who was ashamed of being gay.
Like Cohn, Beatles manager Brian Epstein was Jewish and gay. But what he helped to present to the world was as positive and happy as Trump is negative and hateful.
