So, like many adventurous Englishmen before him, he booked a safari in Kenya. Disappointed by drizzly weather and bored by the aimless driving, McCartney craved something more exotic. The idea had been to visit Lennon on the set of How I Won the War in Almeria, but along the way they were informed that filming had moved on and Lennon was already back in England. Together they drove towards Spain, stopping off at the coastal town of San Sebastian, and then to Madrid, Cordoba and Malaga. the following day, November 12th, at a pre-arranged spot under the Grosse Cloche clock tower in Bordeaux’s Saint-Eloi Catholic church. And I just had to check whether I wanted to go back, and I ended up thinking, ‘No, all in all, I’m quite happy with this lot.'” Of course, those of us in the Beatles have often thought that, because we wished for this great fame, and then it comes true but it brings with it all these great business pressures or the problems of fame, the problems of money, etc. “It made me remember why we all wanted to get famous to get that thing. “I remembered what it was like to not be famous and it wasn’t necessarily any better than being famous,” he told Miles. Like a twist in an old movie, the incident reminded McCartney what he missed about his extraordinary daily life. Having a holiday and also not be recognized. … I’d walk around the town and then in the evening go down to dinner, sit on my own at the table, at the height of all this Beatle thing, to balance the high-key pressure. By almost anyone else’s standards, much of his vacation was painfully ordinarily. He aimed it towards Paris and the Loire Valley, leisurely pausing to visit chateaus and antique stores along the way. It was a great motor for a young guy to have, pretty impressive,” he recalls. It’s fitting that the undercover Beatle drove James Bond’s favorite automobile, even though the flashy sports car was hardly inconspicuous in the French countryside. “I was a lonely little poet on the road with my car,” he later recalled. It was good, it was quite liberating for me.” For the first time in years, McCartney shed the weighty cloak of superstardom and assumed the identity of an anonymous everyman. I put a long blue overcoat on and slicked my hair back with Vaseline and just wandered around and of course nobody recognized me at all. “And I had a couple of pairs of glasses made with clear lenses, which just made me look a bit different. “They measure you and match the color of your hair, so it was like a genuine moustache with real glue,” he told biographer Barry Miles in Many Years From Now. After clearing customs, he disguised his world-famous face with a false mustache specially made by Wig Creations, who had worked with the Beatles on the set of A Hard Day’s Night. McCartney himself relaxed in the 20-seat passenger area for the duration of the plane-ferry’s brief flight to Le Touquet, France. On November 6th, McCartney drove his new dark-green Aston Martin DB6 to Lydd Airport in Kent, where it was loaded into the bay of a Silver City Airways superfreighter. That fall afforded the foursome the most substantial stretch of personal time they had ever known as adults, allowing each to finally get to know the man he had become after four years as part of a collective identity. His remark bore a touch of hyperbole, but for the next few months, the Beatles effectively didn’t exist. “Right – that’s it, I’m not a Beatle anymore!” George Harrison was heard to exclaim as the band concluded their touring career on August 29th, 1966, with a set at San Francisco’s Candlestick Park.
Today’s installment focuses on how Paul McCartney’s solo travels after the end of the Beatles’ final tour inspired the title track and gave Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” reprise on Side Two – that explore the background of this revolutionary and beloved LP.
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Pepper, we present a series of in-depth pieces – one for each of the album’s tracks, excluding the brief “Sgt. In honor of the anniversary, and coinciding with a new deluxe reissue of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, which Rolling Stone named as the greatest album of all time, turns 50 on June 1st.
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