3/1/2005 - When I Was Fab

I bet you've been thinking "I know I've seen Jay somewhere before". Aside from the fact that I look like a lot of other guys my age, you may have seen my face here or there through the years. I've snuck my cute little face into plenty of situations through the ages - heck, a guy's gotta leave his mark. So, while you may have never heard my name in these situations, you know the face. Kind of like Calvert De Forest (who I actually saw in person one time - he seemed a little grumpy, though).

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This was a transitional point in my life, really. I had to do something different to get noticed - I was tired of the monotony of life up until this point. So Klaus Voorman said "Jay, I've just got to get your face on this album cover". I was a little reluctant, of course. I mean, this was something totally off the wall, and I have to admit, it even seemed a little odd to me. Of course, my number one fear was how it would come across.

"Klaus", I said, "what about my ears?"
"I can fix 'em," he said.
"But how about my nose?"
He balked, then replied "I don't think anyone will notice it next to
George's".
So I agreed. Klaus was an artist, and I trusted him. Personally, I'm
satisfied with the results.



The first one, right by Paul's ear, was ingenious. It meant something philosophical to Klaus, but I couldn't really understand it. I do like how John was kind of peeking out from behind me, though.



This one was sort of tucked away - "Kind of like a fab little prize," Klaus was known to say. He was into this sort of thing. The rest of the guys thought it brought the right balance to the cover. As Paul put it :

"It's like a jungle - a sort of mish-mash of everything that makes us us, and there's John's hair, just all a mess, a jungle, madness, and right there in the middle of it... [he paused for a while here, but then, as if no time had passed at all] is google-eyed Jay, adding just the right touch of comedy. Fab. Just fab."

John didn't like it, and felt we should "take a rubber" to it. Had I known that "rubber" meant "eraser" in England, I might not have been so offended, and I probably would have taken his calls after that. Oh, well. We can't live life in regret.
Sorry about that last joke. I just couldn't resist.