John.

I often wonder what John Lennon meant when he wrote ‘Oh Yoko’, I mean, its obvious isn’t it?
He did some bad things, the way he treated Cynthia and Julian was certainly nothing to aspire to, but it was all in pursuit of true love and that must count for something. The fact is, this eccentric woman grabbed him by the heart and wouldn’t let go, he loved her more deeply than most could hope to love anyone, it didn’t follow traditional means or seem very logical to throngs of Beatles fans; but it was pure.
The songs stand testament to this relationship. She was a mother, a friend, a lover, a heart connected to his. It seemed that she couldn’t have been closer to his mind, that she was always there. That it didn’t seem much to matter what happened, how awful things got or how weird they got, so long as John and Yoko were together. Theres something comforting in all that.
I guess they stand for love beyond all. I realise I am retelling the stories, adding my own retrospective cliché-laden spin on them, but to me it doesn’t matter so much. As much as I myself have loathed Yoko over the years, she was the nutrient he needed to grow.



Here is my second favorite picture of the man.

I am not in the business of caring so much about entertainers’ wellbeing, but John seemed the most human. He was so utterly personal that it mattered what was going on offstage, I cared, well, I cared when I was born; 9 years post Johns sad death.
I still hold firm to the thought that Lennon could’ve saved the world, he had the power, the people and the right thoughts in his head. The songs were one thing, but the messages could right a few wrongs now, 30 years later.
And as much of a crazy bitch Yoko has been over the years before and since John died, you’ve got to respect the side she could bring out in John.
Spare a thought for him...