George Harrison + Pattie Boyd on their honeymoon, 1966.
I’m currently reading “Wonderful Tonight: George Harrison, Eric Clapton, and Me” by Pattie Boyd, where she leaks her escapades of muse-dom with two rock superstars. I can’t put the book down. There’s a segment where she talks about going on a holiday with George to Tahiti, disguising themselves throughout airports and laughing all day and night amidst clear waters and white beaches. What I would not give for a time like that…!
In a way the book as made me feel sympathy toward the Beatles, who were supersoaked in fame yet endured zero privacy. Can you imagine finding fans that had snuck into your house, or notice that your belongings have mysteriously disappeared into the hands of obsessive followers?
Fame, I tell you what.
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