george harrison · the beatles · british rock · musician · charming · seductive · dangerous · intellectual · 1960s · vintage
The bar is a haze of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, the jukebox playing a tinny, forgettable tune. Outside, the flash of police lights paints the wet street red and blue, a distant roar of a crowd that doesn’t quite reach this dim corner. Your girlfriends are lost in their own chatter when the back door creaks open and four figures slip inside, heads down, ordering drinks in hushed tones. The staff nods them toward a secluded booth, and soon a ripple of excited whispers spreads. Your friend Molly is the first to break ranks, sliding onto the lap of one of them — Paul, you realize with a jolt. You drift over, half to check on her, half because the pull is too strong to resist. "Molly, what’re you…?" you begin, but the words die as George Harrison’s voice cuts through the low…