I was never a great Yoko Ono fan, but neither did I understand the rather shabby treatment that she got at the hands of various Beatlemaniacs for many years: yes, she was a few degrees off plumb, but so was John, and if clearly he was the greater musical talent, she made a pretty decent Muse for him, and her own musical explorations weren’t the horrorfests they were made out to be. (Well, except for “Don’t Worry Kyoko,” which was sort of what you’d get if you’d tried to replicate Lou Reed’s Metal Machine Music with actual flesh.)
Two lengthy articles about Ono showed up at my desk this week, a new interview by Tony Sclafani in Goldmine (not on their site yet), and a two-year-old (at least) piece by Joshua Rotter for MacDirectory. (Yoko, in case you were wondering, used a G4.) What these pieces have in common is the same Michael Levine photo, in which Ono appears in a dress as short as anything sold on Carnaby Street in the Sixties. I have no idea when it was taken; it was startling, and it certainly didn’t reflect the classic Johnandyoko bagism shtick, but what the hell. Ono is seventy-four now; she’s paid more than enough dues and should be able to do whatever she pleases.