It was on this day, in 1967 (a few weeks after a semi-impressive album called Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band was released), that Paul McCartney put a prurient, and tight-assed reporter firmly in his place.
Indeed, Sir Paul McCartney acquits himself quite nicely here.
Check it:
I’ve written, recently, about the good, bad and potentially very ugly aspects of LSD (HERE).
As many have noted, the potential of hallucinogens and the potential for all kinds of trouble are contained in the story of Syd Barrett –who serves as an inspiration and a cautionary tale. Much more on him, HERE.
Bottom line: whether it was in art or social interaction or spiritual seeking, a cursory acquaintance with mind-expanding (and/or altering) substances can make a profound difference.
Don’t take MY word for it.
