Some of the greatest music ever made. Look, let’s get honest. Do they make music like this anymore? Come on.
I disagree with White nationalists who say that the greatest music ever made was made by, saw, Whites like Bach and Beethoven, and they can prove it scientifically (LOL). These guys don’t get it. John Lennon and the Beatles are as good as the great classical composers. And there would be no Lennon or Beatles without Black music.
This is from 1971, John Lennon’s solo album, Imagine , which, if you ask me, is one of the great all-time albums. It’s his best solo album, I guarantee that.
The Beatles’ breakup has never been well-explained. Most bands start hating each other after a while, the way a lot of family members, spouses, co-workers and “best friends” do. A little familiarity births a lot of contempt. There’s something to be said for a bit of distance in relationships.
The best analysis is that John and Paul were always rivals. Almost all of the music was written by John and Paul, I believe John often writing lyrics and Paul often writing music. Of course, they were both total geniuses. As an outside opinion, I’ve always felt George and Ringo were geniuses too. George and John were introverts and Ringo and Paul were extroverts.
By the time of the breakup, John was already running around India with gurus, dropping quite a bit of LSD and taking up with super-weirdo avant-garde artist Yoko Ono of Japan. Paul especially hated Yoko, calling her “the Okinawan witch.” As an outside opinion again, I’ve always loved Yoko. I don’t see what anyone has against her, other than “she broke up the Beatles.” BS. The main argument against Yoko is that she is talentless (not as an artist, no) and that she’s ugly (Hell of a critique of a woman’s essence as a human being, and as an outside opinion again, I recognize a beauty in her that maybe John saw). Both John and Yoko were original hippies who stayed true to the cause.
The most important subplot of the John and Yoko story, the one that rings louder than all the rest, nearly drowning them out, is the one of perfect love. For a while at least, maybe until his death, they were in love as deeply as any two adolescent lovebirds can be. You can see it in these photos. You can see it in their eyes, their expressions. Perfect love reverberates off these photos like a Kirlian aura. For us Lennon lovers, that makes her great right there – she was the woman John really and truly loved.
They were both socialists too, and Yoko still is.
No one knows what happened to John holed up in his apartment in New York. He became withdrawn and lived off brown rice, LSD, psilocybin mushrooms and Thai sticks. It’s said he became a grouch, and he may have been depressed. And maybe more than a little paranoid., maybe for good reason.
Until that asshole, one of the biggest assholes of the 20th Century (may his name burn in Hell forever) shot him dead. Mark David Chapman is probably mentally ill in some way, but no one seems to know how to categorize homicidal stalkers. They love the celebrity, so they are going to kill them. Ok, makes sense? Nope. I just don’t get these types. Maybe we need a separate DSM entry for them, as they are definitely not healthy.
John Lennon’s greatness stemmed from his introversion. You can see it in his eyes and his expressions. He was always off in his own world, thoughts in the cloudy ether. You can hear it in his music – that music could only be written by an introvert. In a world of extroverts, there will be PUA’s and American Idols galore, but there will be no John Lennons. This is what the wiser and more ancient cultures like the East have always recognized. There’s a place for most civilized personality types in the Garden of our World. A spot here, a corner there. Give them sun, water and watch them grow. One crop is hardly better than another. They all grow tall and strong and can produce their own kind of perfect beauty.