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“Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.” —(via grizzlytales)
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  • us government: *accidentally likes your pic from 2009*
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“On that November night, the studio atmosphere was so relaxed that John invited me to contribute to the album’s sound effects. Yoko and I took turned dropping coins in a tin bowl to duplicate the sound of someone giving change to a beggar. We had to do it several times before the noise level was just right. For most of the evening, I just watched John and Yoko at work—and took advantage of the breaks to ask them questions. The studio tape must have been running much of the time, because years later a bootleg of that interview surfaced in Japan. One thing troubled me during the all-night recording sessions: the way John would slip from time to time into an adjoining lounge. The first thing that came to mind was drugs, because I was so used to seeing musicians pass around bowls of cocaine with the callousness of M&Ms. John had had drugs problems earlier in his life, and I feared he had relapsed—despite all his talk about feeling healthier then ever. Maybe the pressure of being back in the studio was greater then he was letting on. At one point, I happened into the lounge and saw John at the far end of the narrow room. He was reaching for something on a cabinet shelf, and my first instinct was to go back into the studio so I would invade his privacy. But he spotted me and called me over, putting his finger to his lips in a signal to be quiet. When I was next to him, he reached into the cabinet again and pulled out something wrapped in a towel. “Want some?” he asked. “Just don’t tell Mother,” he said with a conspiratorial look. “She doesn’t want me doing this anymore.” As he opened the towel, I had to laugh. John Lennon’s private stash turned out to be a giant-size Hershey bar. He broke off a chunk for me and one for himself. Holding his piece in a toast, John smiled and said, “Good to see you again.” —Robert Hilburn (Cornflakes with John Lennon)
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