Living with…The Beatles…for a week

Revolver (1966) and assorted others…

There’s little new that anyone can add to what has already been said about The Beatles and their greatest album of all time, Revolver.  We’ve just returned from a week’s break in Liverpool where we enjoyed a great cultural time around the Albert Dock and other parts of the city.  The weather and city riots may not have quite gone to plan but we’ve come back loving the people and the city, and knowing that there’s so much more to see another time…

So here’s four photos that connected us with the Beatles through the week.

The Lonely People

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Standing out in the sea at Crosby Beach are the lonely people (well, men) that make up Antony Gormley’s Another Place, a sculptural masterpiece that draws you in even though it is so simple.  They’re scattered like lonely subbuteo pieces rising and sinking in the huge expanse of the sandy beach looking outwards to sea, never at each other and never back.

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The Girl with Kaleidoscope eyes

Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

As galleries go, Tate Liverpool worked for us.  Giant tables and chairs that you could walk underneath; towering stacks of giant crockery and a bed made out of mouldy bread.  This was our type of art where we could have competitions about which art made us retch (mouldy bread definitely), which art made us go ooooh, which was the weirdest and which we didn’t flipping understand.

Our favourite though was The Passing Winter by Yoyoi Kusama, a box of pinhole multi-mirrored kaleidoscopes that whichever way you looked in came back with a different sort of inverted and pyschedelic view of yourself and others.

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Penny Lane

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies

Penny Lane has always been one of my favourite Beatles songs, a beautiful melody, simple and evocative of life on a Liverpool Street.  The revelation this week was that it had links with the slave trade, like so much of the city.

James Penny was an 18th century slaveship owner and advocate of the continuing trade giving evidence to the British Government at the time.  He was clearly well regarded, such that a fairly substantial thoroughfare in the city was given his name.  I wonder if we’d know much about him were it not for the song that draws us back to that lane.

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That ice is slowly melting…

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it’s all right
It’s all right

With little sun to brighten our days in Liverpool (although surprisingly three beautiful evenings) we carried Yenga around with us to bring us light.  Yenga is a shnook.

She crossed the Mersey on a drenched ferry; she rose above a rain-swept cityline in the big wheel; she posed outside the Cavern; she even briefly went to the beach at West Kirby before she was stashed away in a rucksack to save from being blown away.

Here she is sharing a a strawberry (red) and raspberry (blue) slush puppy on the sandy beach that appears in the middle of the Liverpool One shopping centre.

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And finally, from an age of simpler cartoons with no real plot, but great music…

Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine.

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