Italian Another Day.
Front, rear and record label of Japanese Another Day.
Japanese lyric sheet.
Weird home-made picture sleeve consisting of two ads for the single cut out of a UK music weekly and pasted together. Another Day folk art bought on eBay.
Front and rear of Portuguese Another Day.
Front and back of the French Another Day.
Belgium Another Day.
Front and rear of the Israeli Another Day (which is more or less the same).
German Another Day.
Record Store Day release. 2012.
For the McCartney completist, here’s a interview LP issued to American radio stations to promote Wings‘ Band on the Run album. Below is the first page of the script that was included so radio DJs knew which tame questions to ask Paul and Linda. The disc also includes a handful of tracks from the album all in exceptionally poor sound. I think the mix of Helen Wheels might be slightly different from the normal one though so there’s that, I guess. 1973.
Readers of Life Magazine react to this cover story on Paul McCartney still being alive. November 28, 1969.
We’re starting a new occasional feature today wherein guest writers contribute appreciations of Paul McCartney’s second, less loved band, Wings. First up, Jess Rotter on the song Wild Life from Wings’ first album.
Wings – “Wild Life” by Jess Rotter
“You’re moving so fast, but baby you know not where..”
Ahh the half-glassed glory of 1971′s “Wild Life” – the last song (track 4) on side one of Wing’s Wild Life record questioning, essentially, just what the hell happened? While people argued the lighter direction of this record to be a bit of a burn, that is not to be said about this whopper title ballad which has been a repeat staple of Rotter corner for years. It’s the great blues-filled shoulder shrug riff that transports you to the end of a seedy bar while the gorgeous starlit chorus soars around the room; almost as if the full Muppet cast is singing around you “Benny and the Jets” style. But besides the puppet glimpses, “Wild Life” can be super gutting. It wasn’t until my late 20′s when my dad’s copy of this record began to surface/hit home so hard like a cliff hanger..a ponder jam: what comes next…? As Paul says: “What’s gonna happen to?”
I have written about this song many times through the years on my Rotter and Friends blog – it’s a sincere personal totem and has provided many a booze-filled soundtrack to my artwork and heartbreaks. Here’s hoping…it inspires you too.
NYC-based master of poppy psyche scribble Jess Rotter paints and draws
trippy worlds that have been exhibited in galleries and boutiques in
New York City, Los Angeles, Marfa, and Tokyo. Her whimsical,
hand-drawn illustrations have appeared on album + book covers, wood
burns, stickers, and limited edition musical T-shirt label, Rotter and
Birthday boy Paul McCartney (with Stu Sutcliff) in Hamburg, Germany. November 1960.
In Los Angeles. June 1968.
Old man McCartney. Circa 2006 (?).
The Quarry Men: Paul, some guy named Arthur Kelly (who was in George’s pre-Beatles band The Rebels but was not a Quarry Man), George and John. Circa 1958-9.
Toward the end of The Beatles. Paul is either wearing the same shirt as in the Quarry Men shot or a replica. April 9, 1969.
Performing at The Concert for George with Clapton, Ringo and Harrison offspring and spitting image, Dhani (sorry girls, he’s married). November 29, 2002.
In India. Sometime in February or March 1968.
Paul and future wife Linda Eastman at the Sgt. Pepper album release party. May 19, 1967.
Paul and Linda McCartney. Ram sessions. New York City. February 1971.
In Nashville. Summer 1974.
Beatles and Yoko looking out the window of Paul’s Cavendish Road, London home. April 1969.
Wings strike a similar pose 3 years later. 1972.