Diary of a Demented Store Owner

Thursday 17 January 2013

Peace and Lead, Peace and Lead


The investigative staff of Fantasy In Glass' acclaimed journal. The FigLeafLet has irrefutable proof of the demise of Paul McCartney, affirming rumours heard throughout the Sixties. 
We have documentation proving that he was replaced by an associate- someone with even less talent than the real Paul McCartney (send letters care of Ed, 703 The Queensway, T.O.).Apparently, it was John Lennon's wish to announce the change in the Beatle's lineup with the release of what was to become their last studio recording originally entitled Gary's Pound of Brown after Gary Brown, stained glass instructor to the music industry's rock stars. 
It seems John, along with George, Paul and Ringo had become disillusioned with the Maharishi and his teachings on transcendental meditation, and looked to stained glass in their quest to find inner peace, harmony and inspiration. It was during the recording sessions for this album that Paul met his unfortunate death when a truck's delivery of lead shifted and came crashing through the bathroom window onto Paul while he was indisposed.
John wrote 'She Came In Through the Bathroom Window and Carry That Weight in memory of this tragic event.
With the imminent release of the now renamed Abbey Road, the need to replace Paul became apparent. Searching no further than their fellow stained glass students a young lad of small frame and poor complexion was chosen, it seems not for his resemblance to Paul, but for his skill at cutting compound angles in flat 1/4" lead. Going by the name of Mikey, his lack of songwriting skills (as Paul) (send letters care of Ed, 703 The Queensway…) were immaterial to the remaining group members.
It was at this exact moment that Ringo first coined his famous phrase- “Peace and Lead, Peace and Lead” (see below).

2 comments:

Doris said...

Definitely been eating those fries again!

FusedLight said...

Ah, Mikey! Those were the days. The production of High Quality Art Pieces for the lads was exciting. The synergy (though, of course, we didn't use THAT word back then!) between music and glass was spectacular. We all were heartbroken when that trailer of plumbum slid and took out poor Paul. It was darned lucky that you were there to take the Late Lamented's place. I often speak to my young step daughter (a backup singer for Feist, no less!) about those heady days. She usually yawns. Sallow, callow, youth...