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The Dirty Weekend


One weekend in 1968, Paul arrived in L.A. on some Apple business. Of course, it's not all work and no play when Macca is in town. According to companion and business associate Ron Kass, Paul staged something he called "The Paul McCartney Black and White Minstrel Show" in a Beverly Hills Hotel. One can only assume what went on: 2 rooms + one call girl + one young hollywood starlet + one cute but far from innocent Beatle = I've never been good at math, haha. But that's not all! Apparently Peggy Lipton and Linda (then Eastman, obviously) had both called (separately, mind you) to say that they were in town as well and wanted to stop by. Lucky Linda got there first, and got to sail away with Paul and spent what she called a "dirty weekend" with him.


These were taken outside of Capitol Records I believe.





Surrounded by a bunch of women outside the hotel.











These photos were taken on the boat that Paul rented that day. Now, I could have sworn that there were more of these boat pics, you can even see Linda in some of them, but alas, I can't seem to find the rest.


*EDIT* I found them! The blonde in the white shirt next to Paul is obviously Linda.




Paul and Linda in the back seat of a car. Probably the first photos of them together after the initial meeting in 1967.



Photos that Linda took.




(fan photos via meet the beatles for real blog)

“I became like a band member whose instrument was the camera.”


One of the things I find interesting about photography in general are the photographers. Who is that mysterious person behind the lens? Linda McCartney was probably the first leading female rock photographer of the Sixties and one of my favorite photographers of all time. I actually have a couple of posts planned about Linda, but on this one, instead of focusing on the future icons she photographed, I'll focus on their photos of her.

Jim Morrison




















Brian Jones

















Eric Clapton


Graham Nash

 Jimi Hendrix


















Paul McCartney









































(photos via child of the moon)

The Muse Behind the Song: Linda McCartney



Linda's life as a muse began all the way back at the age of 5, when she was still Linda Eastman. Her father Lee Eastman, a New York show business attorney, asked one of his clients, Jack Lawrence, to write a song for his daughter. The result was a song titled "Linda," first performed by Buddy Clark. But Linda is most famous as the muse of Paul McCartney, who once said that every love song he wrote was for Linda. Starting with The Beatles beautiful song "I Will" and continuing with Wings "My Love" and Paul's "Maybe I'm Amazed" and "Calico Skies," to name but a few of the sigh and swoon-worthy songs that Paul wrote for his Lovely Linda, you can actually hear what love sounds like.

Here's a 7-year-old Linda with Jack, holding the music sheet for the song he wrote for her.


“Across a crowded room, as they say, our eyes met and the violins started playing … There was an immediate attraction between us. As she was leaving — she was with the group the Animals, whom she’d been photographing –- I saw an obvious opportunity. I said: “My name’s Paul. What’s yours?” I think she probably recognised me. It was so corny, but I told the kids later that, had it not been for that moment, none of them would be here. Later that night, we went on together to another club, the Speakeasy. It was our first date and I remember I heard Procol Harum’s A Whiter Shade of Pale for the first time. It became our song.” - Paul

















Locking eyes early on with Paul at the Sgt. Pepper launch party.



Paul and I loved each other. He told me he fell in love with me the first time we met, and that was so sweet of him to say, whether or not it was true. What really mattered so much to me was that he always would tell me that he was falling more and more in love with me as time went on. - Linda

Wedding Day.