In the Saturday Guardian yesterday, (13th
October), Jarvis Cocker reviewed the new tome about one of the Beatles, John
Lennon. Hunter Davies, who wrote the first Beatles biography, has collated many
of John Lennon’s letters for this book.
The letters are dated from 1951 to 1980.
It has been produced to commemorate fifty years since the
Beatles hit the world stage. Fifty
years!!! I can’t believe it.
"The John Lennon Letters."
Jarvis Cocker comes up with some very creative phrases.
“We are the children of the echo. Born just
after some kind of explosion, and doomed to spend the rest of our lives working
backwards to try and get as close as we can to the moment of The Big Bang.”
Does he mean born after the dropping of the first atomic
bomb or does he really mean the bang that began the universe? I presume the birth of the Beatles is some
sort of Big Bang in the world of creativity and music. Jarvis is a little vague
on his precise meaning in this statement. However I can see his point about
working backwards. We have come so far in this world with trivia, useless
pursuits, greed, consumerism and ego mania we need desperately to put the genie
back in the bottle and get back to a
more frugal, purposeful and purer life. Well, maybe that is what he means. The
Beatles as some sort of purer reality?
Well I’m not sure. Maybe he means the purity of their music? The
innocent honest lyrics and so on. Or maybe the world they came from wasn’t as
tarnished as the world now? The second world war had only finished so maybe not
that. Oh well, I’m sure he knows what he
means.
“ Just
how did those four lads come to “shake
the world”?
He hopes the letters
of John Lennon will help.
However what he finds
in this book are short notes such
as; (they are so short I even
have time to transcribe one or two here.)
“Degs, no fucking
George, Yer Cunt, Jack” ( letter 238:
memo to Derek.)
And even better;
“Fred, lights in kitchen(bulbs),
Honey candy,Kitchen aircon is
“On heat” (something wrong),Cabbage,Grape oil, (ask where),Onions,Peas (the
Korean shop shells them),Sesame oil,
Tomatoes, berries, yoghurt, hamburger meat (for the cat), (letter 255:
Domestic list for Fred.)
Mind blowing! I am sure you agree.
According to Jarvis Cocker what Hunter Davies appears to
have done is contact anybody and everybody who has ever bought a piece of John
Lennon memorabilia at auction. These are not the treasured kept letters of
family and friends. These are valuable scraps of writing because they have been auctioned and are worth money. They are
little investments in bits of John Lennon. Their inanity is not the point.
Lennon touched these pieces of paper and scrawled things on them.
A John Lennon letter, a little more substantial than his ,"post it notes."
They are artefacts. Jarvis Cocker tells us that
next to each transcription is a photograph of the original piece. The
photographs of the artefacts are more important than the content transcribed
next to them. Jarvis Cocker may be
exaggerating to make a point here. I am sure there must be some insightful,
letters amongst the items in this book. Actually, my local Tescos has some
copies for sale. I am not going to buy the book but I might spend
a little while trawling through it for free as I do my weekly shop for apples
and oranges, pasta, milk, butter and bread. I’m sounding like John Lennon now.
He would approve no doubt. Nobody is going to tell me off!!!!!!
Towards the end of the article Jarvis makes a comment which
really lit up my thinking.
“… the whole point of the Beatles is that they were
ordinary. Four working class boys from Liverpool who not only showed that not
only could they create art that stood comparison with that produced by the
establishment- they could create art that pissed all over it……the greatest creative force of the 20th century.”
Again this is an over exaggeration. “The greatest creative
force of the 20th century,” I don’t think so but a great creative
force all the same. But the comment, " they were ordinary," got me thinking. Just recently myself and
some friends were in Liverpool for a school reunion. We all got together at The
Monro Pub in Liverpool’s docklands in the evening for a meal and few drinks.
During the day, before the evening festivities began, some of us decided to
take a Beatles tour. We booked the National Trusts Beatles tour which enabled
us to visit John Lennon’s childhood home in Menlove Avenue ,Woolton and also
Paul McCartney’s childhood home at Forthlin Road.
Me and some mates outside 251, Menlove Avenue, where John Lennon lived with his Aunty Mimi
I agree with Jarvis Cocker's point that the Beatles were
ordinary. John Lennon’s home was a semi detached house in a middle class road.
It was his Aunty Mimi’s and Uncle George’s house. They looked after him because
his mother Julia wasn't cable of doing so. Anyway she had divorced his dad,
Alfred, who was a merchant seaman and never at home. Julia had a new family to
bring up. So John was the typical, unfortunately more so these days, damaged
child from a broken disrupted home. His Aunty Mimi moved heaven and earth to
try and stabilise his life for him. She had ambitions for John. Music was a sort of rebellion for him and
something he could retreat into.
Paul McCartney on the other hand lived in a typical terraced
council house on a council estate. He came from a very stable background. His
father was a working class docker in Liverpool docks and his mother Mary was a
nurse. They were a stable family. Paul enjoyed his music and wrote songs because
he loved to do so. He tried out his songs on his family. His father collected
records so Paul had music to listen to as well.
Paul Mc Cartneys childhood home at 20, Forthlin Road, Liverpool
In visiting their houses it brought back a lot of memories
from my childhood. My family, like Paul McCartney’s family, started in council
property but in Southampton. After the war when my dad returned from Burma he
got a clerical job on board the transatlantic liners, The Queen Mary and the
Queen Elizabeth, as a pursers assistant. When he met my mum he decided to get a
job ashore as a clerk in the accounts department of a seed company in
Southampton. They had little money and so lived in council accommodation. But my
dad had ambitions. He studied hard for his accountancy exams and became a
qualified accountant. Eventually my mum and dad bought their own house. They
had ambitions, for myself and my two brothers too. Just as John’s Aunty Mimi
had ambitions for John. My parents made sure we had a good education. How many
people now really and truly value and understand the importance of a good
education? We attended, first of all Charlton, a junior school and then the
secondary school, St Mary’s College, Bitterne Park, in Southampton both run by the Christian Teaching Brothers, (the
,”de la Mennais Brothers,”) a religious teaching order from Brittany . The
point is, from a lowly start in life my family had ambitions and we progressed.
In the 1950’s and
early 1960’s council estates were full of people on the bottom rung of society and many of them worked hard and they had ambitions to progress in life. One friend of mine who lived
in a council house too is now a professor at Belfast University, another is a managing
director of a company, many are teachers, or became solicitors. Often people on
housing estates, because they had mundane blue collar jobs, poured all their
imaginations and creativity into hobbies. I’ve known judo experts, enthusiastic
boxers, gymnasts, ballroom dancers, musicians who played at weddings and at local
pubs, model makers, go cart enthusiasts, mechanics building their own kit cars,pigeon fanciers, whippet owners who raced their dogs and many many who grew their own vegetables on council allotments and the list of activities goes on. Housing estates used to be bursting
with creative people. Paul McCartney is a prime example, perhaps also George Harrison
too. Ringo Starr was a local drummer who inadvertently tacked along. Nowadays I
am not so sure people on council housing estates have this same drive and
purpose to their lives. For a start much council property has been sold off.
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