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The Private Life of George Harrison

The youngest and the shyest of the Beatles retreated from the limelight early — but his life only got deeper, richer and wilder

George Harrison

MAY 01: Photo of (L-R) singer-bassist Paul McCartney and guitarist George Harrison of The Beatles, live onstage at the Star-Club in Hamburg, Germany, circa May 1962.

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The skinny boy with the thick dark hair sat in the back row of a full classroom, head down, intense brown eyes fixed on his notebook. As his teacher lectured, the boy scribbled with his pencil, as if taking down every word. But George Harrison wasn’t lis­tening. The 13-year-old son of a bus driv­er drifted into visions of his future, filling his notebooks with obsessive drawings of guitars — the instrument he’d been long­ing to play since he’d heard Elvis Pres­ley’s hits, the sonic embodiment of all the fun and joy missing from dreary postwar Liverpool. Soon enough, he was filling his notebooks with lyrics and chord charts, and maybe an occasional sketch of a motorcycle.

He became close friends with an older classmate, Paul McCartney, who needed a guitar player for a new band. “I know this guy,” McCartney told the group’s leader, John Lennon. “He’s a bit young, but he’s good.” Harrison passed his audition, play­ing the guitar instrumental “Raunchy” on the top half of a double-decker bus one night — and with that, he was a Beatle, or at least a Quarryman. But his bandmates never quite shook their idea of him as a ju­nior partner — an “economy-class Beatle,” in Harrison’s sardonic formulation — and he soon began pushing for an upgrade.

Harrison wasn’t really the quiet Beatle: “He never shut up,” said his friend Tom Petty. “He was the best hang you could imagine.” He was the most stubborn Bea­tle, the least showbizzy, even less in thrall to the band’s myth than Lennon. He was fond of repeating a phrase he attributed to Mahatma Gandhi — “Create and pre­serve the image of your choice” — which is odd, because his choice seemed to be no image at all: He was an escape artist, forever evading labels and expectations. Harrison challenged Lennon and Mc­Cartney’s songwriting primacy; almost single-handedly introduced the West to the rest of the world’s music through his friendship with Ravi Shankar; became the first person to make rock & roll a ve­hicle for both unabashed spiritual expres­sion and, with the Concert for Bangladesh, large-scale philanthropy; had the most Hollywood success of any Beatle, produc­ing movies including Monty Python’s Life of Brian; and belied a rep as a solitary re­cluse by putting together the Traveling Wilburys, a band that was as much social club as supergroup.

As Martin Scorseses new documentary and accompanying book make clear, Har­rison had no casual pursuits: He followed his interests in the ukulele, in car racing, in gardening, and especially in medita­tion and Eastern religion with fierce ener­gy. “George had a really curious mind, and when he got into something he wanted to know everything,” says his widow, Olivia Harrison, who met him in 1974 and mar­ried him four years later. “He had a crazy side, too. He liked to have fun, you know.” Harrison’s first wife, Pattie Boyd, de­scribed him veering between periods of in­tense meditation and heavy partying, with no middle ground. “He would meditate for hour after hour,” she wrote in her memoir, Wonderful Tonight. “Then, as if the plea- sures of the flesh were too hard to resist, he would stop meditating, snort coke, have fun, flirting and partying…. There was no normality in that either.”

Says Olivia, “George didn’t see black and white, up and down as different things. He didn’t compartmentalize his moods or his life. People think, oh, he was really this or that, or really extreme. But those extremes are all within one cir­cle. And he could be very, very quiet or he could be very, very loud. I mean, once he got going, that was it. He wasn’t, you know, a wimp. I’ll tell you that. He could outlast anyone.”

Harrison and his bandmates lost local talent shows to a novelty band fronted by a midget — but even that indig­nity didn’t shake them. “We were just cocky,” Harrison said. Things turned around rather sharply, and Harri­son loved it all at first, embracing the stag­es of success in “sort of a teenage way”: his underage apprenticeship in Hamburg’s red-light district (where he lost his vir­ginity while his bandmates pretended to sleep in the same room — they applaud­ed at the end); the painstaking process of developing his own country-and-R&B-inflected guitar style; the beginnings of Beatlemania; the fame, the money, the girls, the tight bond among the Fabs. “We were four relatively sane people in the middle of the madness,” Harrison said. In the early years, he also idolized Lennon in particular: “He told me he really, real­ly admired John,” says Petty. “He proba­bly wanted John’s acceptance pretty bad, you know?”

But in 1965, Harrison dropped acid, and all at once, he didn’t believe in Beatles. “It didn’t take long before he re­alized, ‘This isn’t it,’ ” says Olivia. “He re­alized, ‘This is not going to sustain me. It’s not going to do it for me.’ “

“It’s all well and good being popular and being in demand, but, you know, it’s ridiculous,” Harrison told Rolling Stone in 1987. “I realized this is serious stuff, this is my life being affected by all these people shouting.” He felt physical­ly unsafe. “With what was going on, with presidents getting assassinated, the whole magnitude of our fame made me nervous.”

On the set of A Hard Day’s Night, he met Boyd, a lithe blond model; on the set of the Beatles’ next movie, Help!, he en­countered Indian classical music — which led him on a quest that would last far lon­ger than the marriage. Trying to master the sitar led him to yoga, which led him to meditation, which led him to the East­ern spirituality that would help define his life. “He was searching for something much higher, much deeper,” said Shankar, the sitar virtuoso who became Harrison’s mentor and friend. “It does seem like he already had some Indian background in him. Otherwise, it’s hard to explain how he got so attracted to a particular type of life and philosophy, even religion. It seems very strange, really. Unless you believe in reincarnation.”

For a while, it was like he was sitting in the back of the Beatles’ classroom, doo­dling sitars — hence “Within You Without You,” that beautiful, anomalous Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band track. But after he realized he’d never be more than an average sitar player, he refocused on the guitar and songwriting, coming up with some of the Beatles’ best songs: “Some­thing,” “Here Comes the Sun,” “While My Guitar Gently Weeps,” not to mention “Not Guilty” and “All Things Must Pass,” which Lennon and McCartney wrongheadedly rejected. He also began playing slide gui­tar, developing an emotive, distinctive in­strumental voice that reflected his newly liberated spirit.

Fighting for his place in the band, and his songs’ place on its albums, was ex­hausting. So was just being a Beatle. “Sometimes I felt a thousand years old,” said Harrison — who was 27 when the Beatles ended. “It was aging me…. It was a question of either stop or end up dead.” The band’s touring days were over, but Beatlemania had left him with something like post-traumatic stress disorder. “If you had 2 million people screaming at you, I think it would take a long time to stop hearing that in your head,” says Olivia. “George was not suited to it.”

Harrison became friends with Bob Dylan (“They had a soul connection,” Ol­ivia says) and Eric Clapton, and his time with the two solo artists showed him a way forward. As the Beatles imploded in 1970, he stepped up with the triple album All Things Must Pass, letting loose his store­house of songs.

The next year, at Shankar’s request, Harrison persuaded Clapton, Dylan and Ringo Starr, among others, to assemble for the Concert for Bangladesh, which set the template for every all-star rock bene­fit of the next 40 years. The concert was a triumph, but the aftermath was a pain­ful mess, as Harrison’s efforts to get the proceeds to refugees bumped against tax codes and bureaucracies.

His marriage was also collapsing: Infa­mously, Boyd left him for Clapton, though the two men’s friendship somehow sur­vived. For all of his spiritual grounding, Harrison was drinking too much, par­tying too hard, sleeping around. “Sens­es never gratified/Only swelling like a tide/That could drown me in the mate­rial world,” he sang, wearily, on the title track of his next album, Living in the Ma­terial World.

Harrison’s 1974 North American tour was his last time on the road, save for a short 1991 Japan jaunt. With lengthy Shankar sets, strained Harrison vocals and his refusal to play fa­miliar Beatles songs (he’d shout his way through halfhearted versions of “Some­thing”), reviews were brutal. Harrison was unnerved by the rowdy crowds and his hard-partying backup band — it didn’t feel like his world anymore. “George talked a lot about his nervous system, that he just didn’t want to hear loud noise anymore,” says Olivia, who began dating him the year of the tour. “He didn’t want to be startled. He didn’t want to be stressed.”

Harrison released seven more solo al­bums, but he became progressively less interested in any conventional career arc. “George wasn’t seeking a career,” says Petty. “He didn’t really have a manager or an agent. He was doing what he wanted. I don’t think he valued rock stardom at all.”

His relationship with Olivia centered him, and he eased back on the partying. Harrison was ecstatic when the couple had their only child, Dhani, in 1978. “The only things he felt I had to do in my life are be happy and meditate,” says Dhani, who grew up in Friar Park — the 120-room mansion in the English country­side Harrison purchased in 1970, strain­ing even a Beatles finances. The property was beautiful and mysterious, with caves, gargoyles, waterfalls and stained glass in­stalled by Sir Frank Crisp, an eccentric millionaire who’d owned it until his death in 1919. Harrison was intent on restoring the 35-acre property’s gardens, which had fallen into disrepair. As a small boy, Dhani says, “I was pret­ty sure he was just a gardener” — a rea­sonable conclusion, since Harrison would work 12-hour days out there, missing fam­ily dinners as he pursued his vision, plant­ing trees and flowers. “Being a garden­er and not hanging out with anyone and just being home, that was pretty rock & roll, you know?” says Dhani, who under­stood his father’s affinity: “When you’re in a really beautiful garden, it reminds you constantly of God.”

After a five-year gap between albums, Harrison enlisted producer Jeff Lynne for 1987’s Cloud Nine, which won him a Num­ber One hit with “Got My Mind Set on You,” a rollicking cover of a Sixties obscu­rity. More important, a session to record a B side — a casual collaboration with Lynne, Dylan, Petty and Roy Orbison — led him to the Traveling Wilburys, the post-Beatles project he most enjoyed.

He reveled in being in a band again, not to mention collaborating with Dylan, who was both friend and hero. “I’m so much more comfortable being a team player,” Dylan would tell Petty. The Wilburys re­corded two albums (Dhani remembers hanging with Jakob Dylan and playing Duck Hunt on his Nintendo while the band worked on the second one down­stairs), but never managed a live show.

“Every time George had a joint and a few beers, he would start talking about tour­ing,” says Petty. “I think once or twice we even had serious talks about it, but no­body would really commit to it.” A third Wilburys album was always a possibility. “We never thought we were gonna run out of time,” says Petty.

Instead, after a 13-date tour of Japan with Clapton, Harrison became a garden­er again. “He didn’t want to have any obli­gations,” says Olivia. He kept writing and recording songs in his home studio, but turned down offers to appear on award shows, or to do almost anything. “I’ve just let go of all of that,” he said. “I don’t care about records, about films, about being on television or all that stuff.”

In 1997, he was diagnosed with throat cancer, and underwent radiation treat­ment. Two years later, a mentally deranged man somehow made his way into Friar Park, and in a horrific, prolonged tus­sle, stabbed Harrison through a lung be­fore Olivia subdued him. Harrison made a full recovery, but Dhani believes the in­juries weakened his father as he subse­quently battled lung cancer. The disease spread to his brain, and after a long fight, George Harrison died on November 29th, 2001. Olivia is convinced that the hospital room filled with a glowing light as his soul left his body.

“He would say, ‘Look, we’re not these bodies, let’s not get hung up on that,’ ” says Petty, who has practiced meditation ever since his friend introduced him to it. “George would say, ‘I just want to prepare myself so I go the right way, and go to the right place.’ ” He pauses, and laughs. “I’m sure he’s got that worked out.”

This summer, Dhani Harrison, now 33, returned to Friar Park and gazed out at the garden for a long while. It had never looked better — the trees his father planted have finally grown. “He’s probably laughing at me,” says Dhani, “saying, ‘That’s what it’s supposed to look like.’ You don’t build a garden for yourself, right now — you build a garden for future generations. My father definitely had a long view.” 

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