Since Lennon’s death in 1980, McCartney has fought an uphill battle to assert his place in history, often finding himself dismissed as a shallow hack, a Salieri to Lennon’s Mozart, as Lennon’s widow Yoko Ono cruelly put it. So even as McCartney’s tunes continue to carry the load for the Beatles’ back catalog (14 of the 27 chart-topping songs featured on the group’s wildly successful “1” compilation were predominantly Paul’s, and another four were at least half-written by him), little of the prestige reflects back on him….
Seeing the mid-’90s “Beatles Anthology” releases as an attempt to rectify the historical record, McCartney asked Ono if his name could be placed ahead of Lennon’s, if only for the song “Yesterday”….
But Ono was adamant that the Lennon-McCartney billing should not be altered, arguing that it would be “opening a can of worms.” McCartney did not forget: Two years later, when Linda McCartney died of cancer, Ono was not invited to the New York wake.
I’m sorry I wasn’t there at your, ahem, wake. I’m sorry that you had to die, and in such a bad way. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, that old thing,” she waved off. “Yeah, I died. But it really wasn’t me. As you are really not who you are either. Clones are standing by, as Mid-Hazel likes to say. I am only a product of Oregon; Merlin merely points that out. Where is Merlin anyway? Helping Golden Josephine out of that tight dress she likes to wear when digging more greenbacks out of men?”
“I don’t know,” Yoko returned simply and plainly, wondering who Merlin is. Another dead person?
(to be continued)
Marty was moving across the street, and, in the process, giving away his
true former identity as determined reinforced by the Piera.
Who or what is the Piera? That’s a question to be asking. Next…
We can probably start with the Man About Time, since he seems to have created it.
“Yes I did.”
“My latest creation, Golden Jim. The Rubi Gardens. 2 parcels in 1. I have almost encircled…”
“No you haven’t,” countered Golden Jim, wiser than the girl fairy for now. “You will never encircle these enchanted woods, except…”
“*Except,*” spoke the *now* wiser child. She was wiser than Golden Jim almost all the time except, in this post, for that little lapse back there. Except.
“Except what, child?” Golden Jim stared at her, at the woods behind her. *Their* woods. They become one through it.
“Although you are almost an anagram between your owner and your creator, I cannot quite see you eye to eye on this Diagonal. You are not my ultimate answer. The answer as to whether we, the Baker Bloch family, should move back to the Heterocera continent.”
The horse let out a long, loud neigh (“Neeeiigghhhh!”). She had her answer.
But The Diagonal, now more commonly known as the Head Diagonal to differentiate it from the Heart one, still had power. Ruby had more to find tonight. She’d already met Merlin on The Diagonal yesterday, who, upon seeing the small red fairy just appear out of nowhere on his (girlfriend’s) couch, yelped an “OMG” at her. She didn’t stick around long enough to respond. She never does. The Woods are her natural home, and the only place where she trusts the creatures and avatars of Our Second Lyfe. She trusts Unch. She trusts Golden Jim and Sid and Indigo and Ragdoll. She *didn’t* trust Martha Lamb and thus got rid of her. She trusts the other versions of herself, the Ruby’s that have been buying property around the woods for many years now. They snatched up the chance to buy the old Collagesity land formerly nestled against these woods. Small Ruby Fairy had never met the town’s (primary) owner, Baker Bloch, in person. Maybe it’s time to change that. But first… another visit to “Merlin’s (Girlfriend’s) House”. Just across the small forest from the horse barn here.
Good. She hasn’t been banned from the parcel.
She stares over at the picture of the 2 cats that seems so familiar…
She reads Merlin’s (girlfriend’s) sketch diary and learns so much more. Heart *is* much different from the Head. This was an exercise in mental acrobatics.