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Pauline Sewards

Get Back

As if your cat starts talking, or a fish-tank reads like a novel the skin of the world peels down and its 1969 again. In colour, unshaven, these boys who shaped your past. It’s ‘dig it’ and ‘man’ without irony, meaningful glances. Work of chords and strum, hum drum staccato of genius. The many hours put in, fueled by tea, toast and Pale Ale. Hari Krishnas chant, Yoko files admin, chats to Maureen. Billy Preston drops in to hang out and never leaves, brings sunshine gleam to piano keys opens the room. By the time they reach the roof you feel you’ve earned it. You put in the hours too, drank the brew, smoked until your lungs ached. And now it’s time for joy, velvet loons, fur to keep out the chill, shoulder shrugs and head gyrations Street scene far below seems innocent. Coppers mount the stairs.

Note: written in response to Peter Jackson’s film Get Back - 9 hours of edited footage of The Beatles recording Let it Be, an album released in 1970.