I Am Not The Beatles. I'm Me.

We Were Cowards When We Sacked Him.

All Kids Draw And Write Poetry And Everything, And Some Of Us Last Until We're About Eighteen, But Most Drop Off At About Twelve When Some Guy Comes Up And Says, "you're No Good." That's All We Get Told All Our Lives. "you Haven't Got The Ability. You're A Cobbler." It Happened To All Of Us, But If Somebody Had Told Me All My Life, "yeah, You're A Great Artist," I Would Have Been A More Secure Person.

The Writing Of The Beatles, Or John And Paul's Contribution To The Beatles In The Late Sixties - Had A Kind Of Depth To It, A More Mature, More Intellectual Approach. We Were Different People, We Were Older. We Knew Each Other In All Kinds Of Different Ways Than When We Wrote Together As Teenagers And In Our Older Twenties.

And Paul Hits This Chord, And I Turn To Him And Say, 'that's It! Do That Again!' In Those Days We Really Used To Absolutely Write Like That - Both Playing Into Each Other's Noses.

I Believe Time Wounds All Heels.