I got my processor woking again...
After tellin' John I bought Sgt Peppers, I remembered & said,"That was the year I first tried pot." I looked at him sidewys with a halfway sort-of-a grin. He put up hid hand & & said,"Now wait a minute.."
I laughed and said, "No, I don't blame you for anything, but...I always wondered,... how serious you were about religion." He grabbed his chin & thought for half a second & said,"Well,... I speak Sanskrit."
I just nodded, and thought for second myself.
Then I told him that after his Live Peace In Toronto Album & gettin' real political, I realy stopped listenin' to him to spend more time & asttention on the blues.
His eyebrows went up & he raised his head & started to nod, giving me the thumbs up.
We walked, I don't know, 5-10 blocks up Telegraph Avenue, and maybe one block left was the Regency Street Apartments, about a half-dozen condos in a row.
We walked up the porch on the one on the far end.
He opened the screen door, & then unlocked & opened the front door. It was kinda wierd how there was a couch right by the door. He took one step in, pivoted & sat on the couch, kicked up his heel, reached down & started yankin' off his shoe. He's lookin' up at me like he expects me to keep talkin', but he hadn't invited me in or asked me any engaging questions. I just stood there, probably with a dumb look on my face as the screen door slung shut. Sorta right in my face.
I don't think he meant for that to happen, but it took me by surprise & I felt my Mid-Western manners get offended, so I just turned my back to him & took a step forward, lookin' up at the stars & thinkin' "Wha-?"
It was wierd. but I was cool. I didn't wanna bend his ear off anyway. And then I hear some voices around the corner...
So I walk down the steps & around the corner sorta to see what's up, & sorta to get away from that awkward moment.
I find myself walkin' up next to Ringo Star, Paul McCartney, & about 4 or 5 others, jut standin' in a circle talkin'. They were havin' about the most painfully boring conversation I'd ever heard, mostly about cool buildings & cars. I was excited about the possibilities of hearin' somethin' about music. I didn't want to seem like a zombie fan, & I didn't want to be suspected of being a cop, so I lit up a fatty & passed it to Ringo.
Pretty quick, the conversation started bein' about food.
One guy said somethin' about meetin' at the IHOP, so we started the 4-5 block walk in that direction.
Ringo, Paul, & me were walkin' 3 abreast out front. Paul's knees buckled & me & Ringo caught him by his wrists & forearms & held him up. Lookin' back I saw the guys behind us look real disapprovin', shakin' their heads & one guy said somethin' & they all turned around & walked away. The three of us continued on in the restaurant as Paul gained his composure.
Nobody else was in the restaurant, except John already, and he was with some guy I recognized a dozen years later as a lawyer who wrote an unauthorized biography.
Turns out John was seperated from Yoko, havin' an affair with his much younger Asian secretary, & hangin' out with Harry Nillson. If you're familiar with Harry's work, you might notice how big of an influence he was on John's writing style.
Anyway, we took a seat at a different table & they ordered meals. They hadn't offered me anything & I was broke, so I just asked for water.
Halfway thru the meal, I couldn't take it any more.
I hadn't heard one thing said about music & I was starvin' & I was out of patience.
Now thinkin' back, I can see how what I said may have been interpreted as wise-ass, but I didn't want to be the usual boring fan. I just spoke spontaneously, & said,"Do you guys ever listen to Beatle music?"
Like I'd told John, I realy stopped payin' much attention to 'em & I was pretty wrapped up in assessin' my own life at the time, so I wasn't realy thinkin' a lot about what to say, I just wanted to talk music & was fantasizin' about playin'.
Ringo's fork stopped in mid-air on its way to his mouth.
Same with Paul. They both just looked at me, then at each other, then back at me.
Ringo put his fork down & said, I think a little pointedly,"We don't
associate with The Beatles!"
I had no thought in my mind about the break-up, I just felt like he'd copped an attitude & dissed me, so I said, "Well maybe that's your problem. You
disassociate!"
He looked at Paul & said,"Send the bill out the door."
Paul nodded & put down his fork, backed up his chair, got up & walked over to the register. I saw him speaking to the girl behind the register, gesturing. She nodded, and he left. Then Ringo got up, walked over to the register, spoke & gestured, & then left.
I thinkin',"Wha--?" I look down an see plates half full of food, thinkin' how hungry I was. Then I see the bill! They stuck me with the bill! LOL!
I stood up & picked up the bill. I walked to the register lookin' for a wallet I didn't have, arriving at the register, I said in my best Cockney accent, "I musta fergot me wallet at the Regency where the band is stayin'!" (Hopin' they'd get mobbed).
"Tell ya wot, I'll just sign the back, send it over & we'll take care of it." I signed the back with a flourish. She was too star struck to do anything but nod, so I winked & headed out the door.
Last time I'll let
that happen!
I must'of spent 2 & 1/2 months in Berkely.
Faith is the key.