I bear Yoko Ono no particular ill-will and even see your point, if there is a great deal of similar material from the same era I would gravitate toward as a general rule. Per the Beatles and rock 'n' roll more generally, there's a place, and a crucial one, for three chords and the truth, dick-out mayhem, and, really, imagining a world in which one's
face is a Maserati, which might be just
what the doctor ordered.
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Originally Posted by Orwn Acra
Quincy may or may not admit that a lot of the music he likes was influenced, even if indirectly, by Ono’s music, which remains challenging and ear-opening, unlike the Beatles who are wrapped in nostalgia. Maybe they are pop perfection, maybe not, but besides the self-titled white album, which I admire conceptually, “A Day in the Life,” which really is brilliant, and the suite at the end of Abbey Road—besides these bits of pleasure I am tired of their music and their songs which sum themselves up too neatly when they end.
None of this excuses the poem.
Two favorites from her first two albums:
“ Greenfield Morning”
" Mind Holes" |