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”
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Mind Holes"