Jack gazed curiously into Monday's face to check if she really had fallen asleep. He was surprised to see that she was still wide awake and staring straight up at him. Her eyes awash with tears buttheeuphoric expression on her face showed him they couldn't be born from sadness. At least not entirely. The album had moved him too, a great deal more ( Read more... )

Jack began to flick through her record collection. When the first few discs he turned up were those of Bob Dylan, Joan Baez and Woody Guthrie, he suspected he was seeing a pattern. But from there on in, things got interesting. Smiley Lewis,  Fats Domino and Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys. In response to his questioning look, she told him they'd ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

( Read more... )

More pictures comparing Johnny and Bobby. More to come whenever I come across them.

THE hat


( Read more... )

( Read more... )

When John met Cynthia we knew that something had happened; we knew that some great thing had happened although we didn't quite know what. John was totally on edge and disappearing and then eventually, I do remember him hanging out of the window at Mendips in his bedroom waiting for the bus, and I was there with Mimi that day, and he was waiting for ( Read more... )

"I met Cynthia at art school. She was a right Hoylake runt. Dead snobby. We used to poke fun at her and mock her, me and Geoff Mohammed. 'Quiet Please,' we'd shout, 'No dirty jokes, It's Cynthia.' We had a class dance and I asked her to dance. Geoff had been having me on, saying, 'Cynthia likes you, you know.' As we danced I asked her to come to a ( Read more... )

I would like to introduce you to my husband, John Lennon, and my secret lover ahem close friend, Bob Dylan. They're both quite shy underneath their cool exteriors, so forgive them if they try to hide now they've realised what I'm doing.


( Read more... )

( Read more... )