domingo, 1 de julio de 2012

TIME Paul McCartney: The legend rocks on

To spend time in 20 Forthlin Road, the small brick row house in the Liverpool suburb of Allerton where Paul McCartney lived from age 13 until two years or so after he became a Beatle, is to know both far more about him -- and far less -- than all the records, photographs, books, and interviews can ever convey.
The two-floor house is tiny, and dowdy in that lower-middle-class British way that Americans have a hard time wrapping their heads around -- where are the radiators? where is the shower? -- and for anyone with even a smattering of knowledge about McCartney's history, being in this place, with this particular Northern light shining palely through the parlor window, feels almost embarrassingly intimate, and unbearably poignant.
It was Paul's mother Mary's income as a midwife that allowed her small family -- her husband Jim, a cotton salesman by trade and an amateur musician by avocation; Paul and his younger brother Mike -- to move to this new council house in 1955, a move up in the world after the smaller flat they'd occupied in a tougher neighborhood called Speke, close to the River Mersey. Allerton was the suburbs, or the Northern English version of them, anyway.
Yet the family had occupied the place for only a year when cataclysm struck: on October 31st, 1956, at age 47, Mary McCartney died of breast cancer. Paul was 14; Mike, 12. Jim reeled with grief. "That was the worst thing for me, hearing my dad cry," Paul remembered. "I learnt to put a shell around me at that age." But somehow the three of them braced up and carried on, and music had everything to do with it: Jim once more began to plink on the parlor piano; Paul, of course, picked up the guitar.
A black-and-white photograph taken by a teenaged Mike McCartney hangs on the wall of that parlor: it shows Paul and John Lennon, twentyish, sitting knee to knee, guitar to guitar, composing, in that very spot. A school notebook with scribbled lyrics sits on the floor. The song is "I Saw Her Standing There." A great reckoning in a little room, as another Englishman wrote. And a great mystery as well -- how on earth did all that come from here?

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