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Wednesday, October 12, 2005

One For Macca: Did we all get Yoko's oh-so-subtle slam on McCartney the other night? Here's a somewhat tangential return of serve, from Mark Steyn's review of the Ono-backed Lennon on Broadway ("this show comes to us 'by arrangement' with Yoko Ono"), which he dubs "Yoklahoma!"
"Imagine" is an amazing song: an article of faith for people who have none, it's astonishing how deeply it's penetrated in a mere three decades to every corner of the culture. At my daughter's school a couple of Christmases back, it was the grand finale of the holiday concert. The music department had thoughtfully printed the lyrics on the program, and the teacher, inviting the parents to sing along, declared the number summed up what we were all "praying" for: "Imagine there’s no heaven/ It's easy if you try/ No hell below us/ Above us only sky/ Imagine all the people/ Living for today."

Ah, that's the message of the season, isn't it? Happy holidays! The next time I heard those words was when I switched on the TV a few months later and saw a half-Jewish/half-Muslim choir backing Bill Clinton, who was up on stage crooning them down the cleavage of some hot Zionist babe as the top-of-the-bill lounge act at Shimon Peres' birthday party. I am not making this up. I wish I were. But I doubt any "creative writer" would ever create such a scene: Too implausible -—or rather, all too plausible but too obviously tacky. Yet it happened. And there's more imagination in President Clinton’s staging of the song than anything in Lennon.

I don't doubt that Ono, if she needed the money, would dig up and auction off Lennon's very bones. She should can it with this pestering McCartney bit.

1 Comments:

  • You have to admit though, that Yoko puts all other widows of famous men to fucking shame.

    Ivanka Trump, Courtney Love, Imelda Marcos -- bush league.

    By Blogger Razor, at 12:09 PM  

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