“We sold out. The music was dead before we even went on the theater tour of Britain . . . The Beatles’ music died then, as musicians.” “I didn’t become something when the Beatles made it or when you heard about me — I’ve been like this all me life. Genius is pain too. It’s just pain.” “Fuckin’ big bastards, that’s what the Beatles were. You have to be a bastard to make it, man. That’s a fact, and the Beatles were the biggest bastards on earth.” “One has to humiliate oneself to be what the Beatles were, and that’s what I resent . . . About all we can do is do it like fuckin’ circus animals. I resent being an artist in that respect, I resent performing for fucking idiots who won’t know — who don’t know — anything. ‘Cause they can’t feel — I’m the one that’s feeling, ’cause I’m the one that’s expressing what they are trying to. They live vicariously through me and other artists.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Entrou numa oficina onde nada é oficial. Espaço sem rotina, língua ou direcção. Recanto onde transbordam noites, encaixam dias, sobram palavras e deambulam sentidos.