And John? Poor John. His
happiest times? Probably when he got his original-‘Just William’- gang together.
Probably sitting with Paul just creating out of nowhere lyrics and tunes which would
captivate us all for the rest of eternity. Probably time with his son in New York City. But
much of the rest: it really got to him: the demands, the expectations, the hiding-his-first-wife-away, the competitiveness with his soul-mate, the stupid press, his lack of
mothering. Yep-understandably-it got to him. But despite it all, his creativity
and dexterity with language showed in that post Beatles, even in his periods of
greatest angst, he could produce some amazing materials. We really miss him.
That's another reason we love The Beatles.