John accused Paul of trying to seduce Cynthia and Yoko
UsurperTom
DID PAUL SLEEP WITH YOKO?
He boasted of bedding "500 or 600" girls. And John Lennon accused him
of trying to sleep with BOTH his wives. Here, in the first extract
from a new biography, is the truth about McCartney the sexual
gladiator.
By Christopher Sandford
One spring afternoon in 1989, Paul McCartney was on his way to be
interviewed on Terry Wogan's TV chat show when he was accosted by an
attractive, well dressed blonde in her mid-20s. She rushed at him out
of a crowd as he left the offices of his music business, McCartney
Productions Ltd, in London's Soho Square. "Why don't you acknowledge
me?" she screamed, "Why don't you acknowledge me?" (Ed. note-Andrew
Brooks, Keith Badman's source for this story, posted six years ago in
RMB that the mystery woman had a fling with Paul during the recording
of "Rubber Soul" and has a son who looks like Paul. He said that
Badman wrote a censored version of the story in his book, "The Beatles
After the Breakup," for legal reasons.)
Security guards quickly hustled the woman in one direction and escorted
Paul, visibly shaken, in the other. A few moments later, his car set
off towards Oxford Street; his racing-driver friend Jackie Stewart
might not have been disappointed by the speed with which it took the
corner.
The whole distressing episode was over as suddenly as it had started,
and the woman was never identified. It is impossible to be sure of her
reasons for approaching the star, then aged 46, or to know whether they
were ever founded in anything other than fantasy.
Perhaps, though, the incident offered a glimpse - however ambiguous
- of the complicated legacy of McCartney's days as one of pop's most
potent sex symbols.
Today, this ever-youthful man - still one of the world's greatest
musicians - is renowned for his fidelity; his famous determination to
spend every night of married life with his adored first wife, Linda,
(and current devotion to his second spouse, Heather Mills). (Ed.
note-An anonymous journalist who posts in the celebrity gossip
newsgroup said that a groupie named Suzy Thunders told her she had an
affair with Paul in LA during the late 70's. A source close to John
who has no bias for or against Paul told me that John told him that
Paul hit Linda a few times and this probably explains Yoko's choice of
charity to honor Linda in retaliation for Paul not inviting Yoko to
Linda's memorial service.)
Yet, from his mid teens on, for at least a decade he was an ardent
ladies man whose sexual exploits left the other Beatles - including
John Lennon - in the shade. Not for nothing did Lennon teasingly
call McCartney a "sexual gladiator."
At the height of The Beatles' success, he was besieged by female
admirers that the group's roadie, Mal Evans recalled arranging a shift
system on his behalf.
Evans also remembered the inevitable moment when, owing to sheer weight
of numbers, one girl on her way in met another one on her way out.
McCartney tolerated this administrative lapse with composure. "He
laughed and told them both to leg it upstairs and wait for him," Evans
explains. "He did."
Paul had discovered sex early. By the time he was 16 he was skipping
school in Liverpool to write songs with Lennon, he was already
exploring the delights of romance with local girls such as Julie
Arthur, the niece of comedian Ted Ray.
His lovers during this period have since yielded up vivid details of
his activities, agreeing that he was striking in his directness,
virility and at times robust technique, as well as in his smooth
patter, which often focused on music and his latest compositions.
Forty-five years on, one young companion would recall how "he sat me
down in the front room and lovingly told me how the word were his
experience and the music was his soul. Anything to get my knickers
down!"
As well as talent and charisma, McCartney had impeccably lucky timing.
As Lennon put it, the advent of the Pill had ushered in "a whole new
phenomen...the chick wanting to get laid as quickly and often as
possible."
After Julie Arthur there were Celia, Val and Layla - and finally a
pretty, softly-spoken girl called Dorothy Rhone. Her name was
shortened to Dot by Paul further asked that she bleach her hair and
adopt short skirts and fishnet stockings in tribute to his favourite
actress, Bridgette Bardot.
The formation of The Beatles with Lennon, George Harrison and Lennon's
friend, Stuart Sutcliffe, would broaden his horizons still further.
Soon after his 18th birthday in June 1960, the group stumbled down an
ill-smelling flight of stairs into the Kaiserkeller Club in the
notorious Reeperbahn district of Hamburg - the vice capital of
Europe.
Fuelled by an inexhaustible supply of beer and drugs, the young
musicians began to loose their native shyness.
McCartney had allegedly learned the trick of getting high by extracting
and swallowing the Benzedrine strip from a certain inhaler, and all the
band - bar drummer Pete Best, soon to be replaced by Ringo Starr -
enjoyed a diet of amphetamines. As George Harrison would recall; "We
were frothing at the mouth."
They were also attracting their first serious groupies. Much like
Liverpool, Hamburg was - in Stuart Sutcliffe's phrase - "ancient,
raw, open all hours."
Leaving the stage at 2am, McCartney would find his way home to the
groups bleak lodgings behind an X-rated cinema and sleep fitfully with
one or more of his local fans in a dingy room, using tattered Union
Jack as his only bedding.
The "sex gladiator" was also a diplomat. All the time he was in
Hamburg, he kept up a steady stream of affectionate postcards home,
assuring his sweetheart Dot Rhone that he was "doing fine."
In the ten years ahead he would bed "500 or 600 birds," and came close
to disaster on more than one occasion when women accused him of siring
children.
In April 1962, for example, soon after the tragic death of Stuart
Sutcliffe, McCartney began a brief relationship with a young blonde
named Erika Heubers, a waitress in a Rheeperbahn nightclub.
A friend there remembers her saying, "Paul and I were truly in love...I
gave him my heart." The fact that the affair lasted only a week in no
way diminished its intensity for her.
Nor its significance: in December that year she gave birth to a baby
girl, Bettina, and claimed Paul was the father.
He vehemently denied it, but three years later settled a suit in the
German courts by paying £2700 towards the child's welfare, while not
admitting paternity.
His supposed daughter would resurface in April 1983, requesting a
monthly maintenance cheque to augment her earnings as a fuse-stuffer in
a Hamburg fireworks factory.
Bettina then made a vain attempt to launch herself as a singer, and was
subsequently pictured in a girlie magazine wearing only a pair of black
leather gloves and wielding a clear plastic guitar. She went on to
lose two further maintenance hearings against McCartney, who waived his
right to claim costs from her.
All of which might have seemed far-fetched to anyone who encountered
the doe-eyed McCartney in his youth.
To Lennon, he was "cute, and didn't know it," a born performer who was
also a "thruster" and an "operator" behind the scenes. To his family,
he was a slightly prim young man who was scrupulously polite to his
aunts.
But when Paul was on stage, he was an entirely different beast. His
act ran the gamut from the smoochy to the downright sexual.
Back in Liverpool, his father Jim occasionally popped into the Cavern
Club to see him in action and proudly noted "the birds were starting to
go potty." Some were already making their way to Forthlin Road, where
they left lipstick messages on the front door.
By April 1963, the momentum was unstoppable - a recording deal with
EMI; a triumphant second single, Please Please Me - and they were
performing not at the Cavern but the Royal Albert Hall, with a non-stop
barrage of bras and undies sailing over the footlights.
Milling around the backstage was an attractive, flame-haired
17-year-old actress named Jane Asher. McCartney spent some time with
her that night at The Beatles' hotel, and soon they were officially an
item.
"We'd never met anyone like her," Lennon recalled fondly. Despite her
youth, Asher seemed to have been everywhere and done everything.
Encouraged by her arty mother, she'd first enrolled with a theatrical
agency aged seven and had since graced several British films and
starred in the West End, as well as - the ultimate accolade -
guesting on Juke Box Jury. She was the `It Girl' of the moment; in
Lennon's view, she was "smart, dead sexy and fun."
John's first wife, Cynthia adds that McCartney "fell like a ton of
bricks for Jane. The first time I was introduced to her, she was
sitting on Paul's knee. He was obviously proud as a peacock. She was
a great prize."
Asher's mother, Margaret was a vivacious music teacher - her pupils
had included The Beatles' producer, George Martin - and her father,
Richard, was a world-renowned doctor, specialising in blood and mental
diseases.
Soon Paul was spending much of his time at their house in London's
Wimpole Street.
In October 1963, when he and Jane arrived back at Heathrow late one
evening after a holiday together in Greece, Mrs Asher made the
broad-minded suggestion that he spend the night at their place. He
gladly accepted.
Number 57 Wimpole Street was a long way from the Speke council estate
where McCartney grew up. A five-storey Georgian house, it had
bookcases full of first editions, fine paintings and an airy, stone
flagged kitchen where meals were served day or night to a brilliant
array of distinguished guests.
McCartney would soon pronounce it a "cool scene" and, on and off, he
lived there for the next three years. Above the door to his room in
the attic there was a hand drawn sign saying, "Paul's Place."
Beatles fans soon obtained the house's phone number - Dr Asher needed
to keep it public because of his medical practice - and Jane would
find herself taking 20 or 30 calls a day from giggling girls, to whom
she was heroically polite.
There were generally a dozen fans at the front door, though Paul
sometimes made his escape by climbing out of his attic room, shinning
along the parapet to the roof next door, knocking on the neighbour's
window and going down in his lift to the adjoining mews, where The
Beatles' chauffeur would pick him up.
The Ashers always remembered the wet night when Lennon came over and he
and Paul politely asked to borrow the music room in the basement, where
Mrs Asher gave oboe lessons.
The two sat side by side at the piano and before asking the family if
they fancied hearing a `wee tune'. It was called I Want To Hold Your
Hand and became The Beatles' fifth single.
Despite his relationship with Jane, numerous other girls continued to
appear on McCartney's arm when he was on tour, notably on tumultuous
trips to France and America.
When The Beatles arrived in Miami, for example, a girl in a polka-dot
bikini immediately attached herself to Paul at the airport and rarely
left his side for the following week.
Mal Evans acted as a kind of turnstile against the non-stop, all female
siege at his hotel room, but another enterprising local girl, Lucy
Gentry, queue-jumped by coiling up under the room-service trolley.
Upon emerging she shrewdly announced to McCartney that she loved all
his songs and that whatever transpired over the next few hours would
have no strings attached.
The evening allegedly ended with her, McCartney and the girl in the
polka-dot bikini lying in a king-size bed, each one with a glass of
champagne, looking down on the ocean. "Can't Buy Me Love?" mused Paul.
"You kidding? It should have been 'Can Buy Me Love,' actually."
Soon, he was again busy defending his name from a woman claiming to
have borne his child. In late 1963, Anita Cochrane, a 19-year-old from
Liverpool, took to sending maintenance claims on behalf of her son,
whom she called Philip Paul.
The following spring, Beatles manager Brian Epstein allegedly made a
"full and final" settlement of the affair, involving a small payment
and, again, no admission of liability.
This seems not to have satisfied the girl's uncle, who rather spoiled
the premier of The Beatles film A Hard Day's Night by parading up and
down the street, distributing leaflets accusing Paul of being a
delinquent father. Mal Evans was delegated to quietly remove him.
Others saw the Cochrane affair less as a paternity suit than a warning
sign for Jane Asher. To them, this was the same Paul who slept with
dozens of women while on tour and told those who asked what his "chick"
thought: "I don't care what she thinks. We're not married."
For those who really knew The Beatles, McCartney's reputation for
sexual athleticism was as strong as his reputation for professionalism,
drive and business acumen.
"You could be fooled by the fact that he was the big, money-making
machine," said comedian Frankie Howerd, who shot a few scenes on The
Beatles' film Help! "Underneath all that, he was just a guy. And a
very horny one, too."
John Lennon even complained that Paul seemed to be coming on a bit
strong to his wife Cynthia. Behind the charm, Lennon noted, was a
"randy sod." [sic]
Cynthia herself would characterise McCartney as the "town bull," while
to Judy Flanders, a young blonde who dallied with him in America, he
was "one cool customer... champagne and roses at night, a pat on the
ass in the morning."
What struck some observers was how he seemed to love the whole Jane
Asher set-up, with its heady mix of good conversation and free food,
more than he loved Jane herself.
"Things We Said Today," a tune he wrote for her, may have sounded on
the surface like yet another big, brown-eyed ballad. But to insiders
it was Paul taking stock ("You say you will love me/If I have to go")
and predicting the worst. "Jane was very naïve," says a friend.
When the band returned from tours, McCartney seemingly told his
girlfriend that he'd behaved himself immaculately - and Jane did, by
and large, buy this line. Even as gossip about all the groupies and
love children began to surface, says a friend, "she thought the sun
rose and set on him."
A more serious problem, by far, was Asher's blunt refusal to give up
her job as an actress.
Paul liked fixed routine and having his "old lady" there to cook and
clean for him.
Jane wanted what she'd had since the age of 12 - the chance to
perform for her public. McCartney, however, was candid about his
aversion to following her around in provincial rep. "The only thing I
get from the theatre," he announced, "is a sore arse."
They broke up several times only to patch things back together. Paul
was up at his father's house on the Wirral one sunny weekend, strumming
a guitar under the beeches in the back garden, when he hit on a catchy
verse/chorus that quickly became "We Can Work It Out."
Though the original lyrics are rather darker than the title suggests,
Jane's reaction was, by all accounts, effusive delight.
"No, I'm not Paul's wife," she told the Press. "But yes, we're going
to get married."
By October 1965, McCartney had been living in the Asher's upstairs box
room for two years, rent free, though he had arranged to have the
outside of the house painted for them.
When he finally bought a property of his own, a three-storey Regency
house at Cavendish Avenue in St John's Wood, just east of the Abbey
Road recording studios, Jane joined him there.
The place cost Paul £40,000 to buy and £20,000 to decorate, with a
Victorian coaching lamp in the drive, bedsheets that were changed daily
and two oil paintings by Magritte on the walls.
Over the years, various other musicians, artists and poets came to the
house to be entertained, to tea and a smoke, often joining McCartney
around his psychedelic-painted piano.
Paul later remarked that he'd "turned Mick Jagger on to pot" on such an
occasion. "Which is funny, because you'd thought it would be the other
way round." (Ed. note-Mick said this isn't true in 1997 when this story
was first published in Barry Miles' "Many Years From Now.")
Paul spent much of the summer of 1966 at his new London home, squiring
a prodigious number of actresses and models.
A businessman calling by appointment recalled meeting a young brunette
dressed in what appeared to be a swimsuit, "sitting demurely on a chair
in the hallway like a job applicant."
That same summer, McCartney also purchased High Park Farm, set in 180
acres of rolling hills on a remote stretch of western Scotland.
Run-down and sparsely furnished, the place was an escape from the
pressures of Beatlemania.
It was also a "total knocking-shop" says one guest, a minor and notably
unstuffy royal, who remembers she excited Paul's interest by going
about braless.
In London, McCartney remained a fixture at all-hours clubs like the Ad
Lib and the UFO, where, a patron recalls, "he went through the Young
Things like a knife through butter."
Paul's taste in women ignored all considerations of age and appearance,
and also spanned the class structure.
There were debs and domestics, dolly birds and shop girls and one
"fantastic bit" whom he wanted to take on holiday, only he couldn't for
the life of him remember either her name or address.
Alistair Taylor, the band's long suffering Mr Fixit, eventually tracked
her down. Her name was Maggie McGivern, a model, and she and McCartney
enjoyed a passionate liaison.
Fellow rock star Bill Wyman noted the Beatle's wandering eye when he
and his partner Astrid Lundstrom, met Paul at a London nightspot.
After a while Wyman realised that "Paul was playing footsie with
Astrid."
"Later, as we sat talking in the car near her flat we saw McCartney
arrive. He spotted us and drove around and around her flat until he
finally gave up and left."
Left for the time being, apparently. "What did Wyman expect?" asks a
mutual friend. "Paul was the most charming man, kind of irresistible,
Bill was resistible."
On September 1, 1966, the whole sexual politics of The Beatles was
transformed by the arrival in Britain of a small 33-year-old woman
dressed in black and surrounded by a collection of clay dolls and
abstract tinfoil sculptures.
Her name was Yoko Ono.
Not long afterwards, she turned up at McCartney's home in Cavendish
Avenue, talked her way inside, and asked Paul is he had any spare
manuscripts of Beatles lyrics "or other stuff" that she could present
to her friend, the musician John Cage.
Paul turned her down. Instead, he suggested, she might like to try his
old friend and partner, John Lennon.
And that was that - according to the conventional story.
But Yoko, by at least one account, made quite an impression at
Cavendish Avenue.
According to this source, a man familiar with the day-to-day lives of
The Beatles in 1966, Paul's gift when he and Yoko went upstairs was of
a more select kind than some second hand lyrics sheet.
"Down she came, closely followed by Himself with an ear-splitting grin
on his face, giving a wink. It all fitted. People will tell you that
they're incompatible. Not then they weren't."
McCartney, it is remembered, was particularly courteous towards his
guest at the front door. "They stood there up close, and she took his
arm. He was hugging her." Paul also reportedly showered enormous
praise on Yoko's portfolio.
When Yoko met John, and began the decade's most spectacular love
affair, Lennon made no secret of his feelings.
"He warned me off her," Paul would recall. "Sort of said, `Look, no,
no,' cause he knew I was a bit of a ladies man - I liked the girls,
no doubt about that."
Some three years later, during the making of Abbey Road, Lennon
installed a bed in the studio so Yoko, recuperating from a car crash,
could survey proceedings.
Yoko would later tell Paul that, if, for any reason, he seemed to be
standing too close to her bed, all hell would break loose when he got
her home.
Lennon, she said, he was "very paranoid" like that.
Bearded and barely recognisable as the fresh-faced singer of his early
days, McCartney was now spending more and more time in the company of
men like Keith Richards and Jimi Hendrix, and developing a modest
cocaine habit.
Creatively he remained remarkably productive, rising early after a hard
night's partying to write songs for the Sergeant Pepper's album. When
hefelt tired, he snorted himself awake with more coke.
Thirty-five years later, Paul remembered how he made Sergeant Pepper on
"coke, and maybe some grass to level it out."
At the time, his indulgences also included occasional uppers and
copious draughts of scotch.
He has also said he took heroin, just the once, with his art and
drug-dealing acquaintance, "Groovy Bob" Fraser.
And then came the encounter that changed his life.
In May 1967, while Paul was relaxing in the Bag O'Nails club in Soho,
listening to Procol Harum's A Whiter Shade Of Pale, a good looking
blonde photographer on a short, fringed skirt walked by and gave him
the eye. Her name was Linda Eastman.
Four days later, Linda was at Brian Epstein's home in Belgravia for a
Sergeant Pepper launch party. Her pictures from that night would
acquire near-iconic status.
Legend insists that McCartney invited her back to his place with the
line, "Come up and see my Magritte's."
Happily for him, Jane Asher was away touring America. Over the next
few days, Paul and Linda seemed to exactly what he later called it: a
match "made in Heaven."
Witnessing them together, John Lennon noted, was a bit like hanging out
with a Valentine's card.
Linda was 25 and already divorced with a three-year-old child, Heather.
A veteran of clubs like the Fillmore and Warhol's Factory, she knew
"everyone" in New York, as well as being smart, hip and thin as a
cigarette.
Her high school yearbook had described her as having a "yen for men"
and she had been linked romantically with a variety of rock stars
including Jimi Hendrix. Stephen Stills, Steve Winwood, Jim Morrison,
Eric Burdon and Tim Buckley.
According to Bill Wyman, she also spent the night with Mick Jagger
after photographing the Rolling Stones on a boat cruising New York
harbour. Disobliging rock insiders would even refer to her as "Queen
of the Groupies."
McCartney, however, cast a spell over her like no other.
"It was John who interested me at first," she recalled. "He was my
hero. But when I met him, the fascination faded fast and it was Paul I
liked."
Even as the two of them were growing closer, Paul's romance with Jane
Asher continued.
That December, secluded in their dank, unheated Scottish manse, he and
Jane phoned the Ashers to announce their engagement. By the following
spring, however, neither party would give a wedding date.
Other distractions were accumulating. In June 1968, a pert 24-year-old
named Francie Schwartz beat a path to The Beatles' office and told
McCartney that she wanted to "make a movie."
Twenty-four hours later a motorcycle messenger arrived at her flat
bearing a letter on company stationary: "Come, call, do something
constructive." It was signed, "With love, Paul."
She could forget about the film, he promptly announced, but he could
definitely us a friend at Cavendish Avenue while Jane was out of town,
pursuing her career. Schwartz was in residence throughout the summer
and she attended several Beatles recording sessions.
Meanwhile, McCartney flew to Los Angeles to attend a recording
convention and - according to an aide who accompanied him - bedded
down on an industrial scale, enjoying his own "Black and White Minstrel
show" with a Swedish supermodel and the African-American actress Winona
Williams, who later went out with David Bowie.
Despite this formidable competition, Linda Eastman flew in, at her own
expense, to join him. The next morning, Paul and Linda were strolling
through the lobby of the Beverly Hills Hotel when Winona Williams
bumped into them.
"What's the deal here?" Williams asked, looking at Linda. McCartney
apparently replied, "I've just been informed that I'm going to have a
baby."
In fact, it would be 14 months before Linda gave birth to their first
child. But back in London Mal Evans noticed a subtle change in
McCartney. "He suddenly went from `Jane this, Jane that,' to `our
Linda' and `her lovely little kid'."
When he was reunited with Asher, Paul bought her a dozen roses
exhilarated once again not to have been caught out. A month later,
however, Asher came home unexpectedly and finally "confronted Paul
about various issues." These apparently included his being in bed with
Francie Schwartz.
Later that morning, Margaret Asher appeared at Cavendish Avenue and
swiftly removed all her daughters' clothes and personal effects. That
Saturday Paul tuned into BBC TV's Dee Time chat show to hear Jane
reveal her engagement was off.
Although McCartney did not find the break-up especially traumatic, he
had clearly enjoyed being looked after in the sense of having his
then-favourite steaks cooked for him, his shoes polished and a new
shirt laid out whenever he wanted it.
In Jane's absence there was a tendency for unwashed dishes to pile up
in the sink and for discarded clothes and tapes to be strewn across the
floor.
Accompanied by Mal Evans, he also began drinking heavily, sinking a
bottle of scotch a night, chased by the best Peruvian marijuana.
Linda came to his rescue. In September, she flew in to spend a month
at Cavendish Avenue and was shocked to find hordes of young girls
outside, and only a lump of cheese and a bottle of sour milk within.
She received a warm welcome from Paul but not from others.
The Apple Scruffs - as The Beatles' groupies were called, after the
group's Apple record label - had tolerated, even liked, Jane Asher,
but would never quite warm to the pushy New York divorcee with the
young child back home.
A night or two later graffiti appeared, not for the last time, on the
black metal gates to the house, "Get lost Linda, you slut."
By mid-morning the last two words had been erased by an unknown fan,
who still agreed with the main thesis. "All very sad," said Paul.
"People preferred Jane Asher. She fitted. Linda didn't fit."
McCartney saw things differently. At the end of 1968, Linda told him
she was pregnant - no mistake, this time - and later that week, he
asked her to marry him.
It was the start of a contented and, so it seems, impeccably loyal
union. The sex gladiator had left the arena.
donz5
call McCartney a "sexual gladiator." >>
When did Lennon ever say this?
<< According to this source, a man familiar with the day-to-day lives
of
The Beatles in 1966, Paul's gift when he and Yoko went upstairs was of
a more select kind than some second hand lyrics sheet. >>
Well, that's proof enough for me.
My lord, what is this, 6th-grade-level gossip?
paramucho
I was pretty suprised to see at least a dozen Beatle quotes that I'd
never seen before, all in quick succession.
Revenge of Sith
> When did Lennon ever say this?
Take this up with Christopher Sandford.
Martin Hofner
Runnnerr
Let's think about this clearly and logically.
A blind man would rather run into oncoming traffic than sleep with
Yoko.
Case closd.
Seth Jackson
>
>Let's think about this clearly and logically.
>
>A blind man would rather run into oncoming traffic than sleep with
>Yoko.
>
>Case closd.
And yet, John Lennon married her. Go figure.
fatt...@yahoo.com
"A blind man would rather run into oncoming traffic than sleep with
Yoko."
"And yet John Lennon married her. Go figure."
Well, John did have very bad vision. Some sources say he WAS legally
blind without glasses. And he was a very bad driver. Go figure.
fatt...@yahoo.com
of it sounds like real sensationalist gossip to me. John was a
jealous, possessive person and there is evidence he believed Paul was a
"threat" as far as Cynjthia and Yoko, but that does not mean Paul
actually slept with them. For example in Cynthia's books she included
copies of a letter John wrote to her indicating his jealousy of Paul
visiting the apartment where Cynthia was . . . . Of course, John's
insecurity may have been well placed given Paul's good looks and sex
habits.
Runnnerr
Either his glasses must have been dirty that day or Yoko knew how to do
things with her tongue that no woman in the history of the world has
ever been able to do.
UsurperTom
> much of it sounds like real sensationalist gossip to me.
We'll see what Sandford's book says when it comes out. He did write a
highly regarded biography of Mick Jagger, "Primitive Cool."
fatt...@yahoo.com
Is this an excerpt from an upcoming MCartney bio? Or is it a Beatles
bio?
When is it due out?