There’s not much Paul McCartney hasn’t talked about in his 60-year career — until now.
With a new album to plug, Egypt Station, Paul spoke with — and modeled clothes for — the October issue of GQ. He revealed some questionable moments from his past and hardly talked about the new release.
Paul the killer:
As a kid in Liverpool, the future animal rights activist went through a phase of frog-killing.
“I was very aware that I would soon be joining the army, because all of us were called up for National Service. I was looking at being 17, which is kind of looming — it’s going to happen fast — and the one thing that I thought is: ‘I can’t kill anything — what am I going to do? Get a bayonet and hurt someone? I’ve got to kill someone? I’ve got to think about that. How do I do that?’ So I ended up killing frogs…and stuck them up on a barbed-wire fence. It was like a weird sort of thing that I kind of hated doing but thought, ‘I’m toughening myself up.’”
Paul the driller:
John Lennon tried to convince Paul that they both should do trepanning — drilling a hole in the skull.
“John was a kooky cat. We’d all read about it — you know, this is the ’60s. The ‘ancient art of trepanning,’ which lent a little bit of validity to it, because ancient must be good. And all you’d have to do is just bore a little hole in your skull and it lets the pressure off — well, that sounds very sensible. ‘But look, John, you try it and let me know how it goes.’ … And he knew me well enough that if I said no, I meant no, and I’m not frightened of being uncool to say no. And I wouldn’t go so far as to say, ‘You’re crazy,’ because I didn’t need to say that. But, no, I’m not gonna trepan, thank you very much. It’s just not something I would like to do.”
Paul’s not into threeplay:
“I’m just not into orgies. I don’t want anyone else there, personally. It ruins it!… Once when we were in Vegas the tour guy said, ‘You’re going to Vegas, guys — you want a hooker?’ We were all, ‘Yeah!’ And I requested two. It was a wonderful experience. But that’s the closest I ever came to an orgy.”
He also recounted a weird story about solo sex. “It was was over at John’s house, and it was just a group of us. We were all just in these chairs, and the lights were out, and somebody started masturbating, so we all did. We were just, ‘Brigitte Bardot!’ ‘Whoo!’ and then everyone would thrash a bit more. I think it was John [who] said ‘Winston Churchill!’.