Last!

Sadly, no.

Do me a favor? I don’t mind your playin’ at this shit with me (my armor is goddamn stout), but don’t *ever* try this with anyone else online…….some folks are fragile…and the last thing they need is to have some thoughtless asshole urging them to pull the fuckin’ trigger, ya dig?

Dig, man! Dig!

Good grief. You’re the replacement model for the “Simba A”? Musta been a real piece of shit, that one.

Having watched a screening of “Juno”, I’m informed that it is cool to call females “dude”. Deal with it.

If you have original, substantive, verifiable insights into the last years of John Lennon’s private life that might significantly add to his personal biography, I’d suggest you do what most alleged insiders do these days and get them into the archives. Otherwise, your wanking here serves no purpose whatsoever.

Having spoken at length to a number of folks usually included in the biographies of Lennon, along with a hellovalotta reasonably plausible music industry gossip back in the day (much of which I’ve never seen reported), my opinion is probably better informed than most. That being said, I have no interest in writing a tell-all book on the subject…its depressing enough to have had the impression of my one-time idol shattered as badly as it has been, digging for more would probably leave me planting a shotgun barrel under the base of my jaw.

The reflective geek koan:
Should my wanking have a point? I mean other than the obvious.

Between the 9/11 conspiracy crap and this, I’m getting real tired of whateverdude. The cocksure attitude and tone doesn’t really help.

Douchebag.

Ummm….dude? In his later years, he was so devoid of creativity that he wrote a whole shitload of songs that mirrored *nothing* of his inner self, rather…he simply wrote whatever Yoko was kveching about.

The first thing you’re wrong about in this snippet, and which really is neither here nor there, is that I’m not a dude. The main thing you’re wrong about is that you have no clue, really, now do you, nor could you possibly?, about John Lennon’s “inner self” or what inspired his last works.

If you have original, substantive, verifiable insights into the last years of John Lennon’s private life that might significantly add to his personal biography, I’d suggest you do what most alleged insiders do these days and get them into the archives. Otherwise, your wanking here serves no purpose whatsoever.

You are making the age-old mistake of equating the artist with his art. John Lennon could have sucked donkey dicks every night and eaten puppy entrails for breakfast every day of his life for all I care, and “Across the Universe” alone would have mitigated against it.

Also, PENIS

Yeah. I guess that’s why he wrote “Woman is the Nigger of the World.” Think about it. Do something about it.

(sigh). Ummm….dude? In his later years, he was so devoid of creativity that he wrote a whole shitload of songs that mirrored *nothing* of his inner self, rather…he simply wrote whatever Yoko was kveching about. Believe it or not (I really don’t give a shit), but his public persona had very little resemblance to his real life.

He apparently despised women, save those that he regarded as mother figures.

Which sets him apart from, oh let’s say 90 percent of men, how?

Well, most of them don’t actually find beating a woman as a form of communication or that sex=rape. BTW, and FWIW, most “motherfuckers” are fairly subtle in their manifestation of this perversion, whereas Lennon was completely over the top pathetic about it. To each his own, I guess…but let’s not pretend that this is normal behavior.

he and Yoko were human monsters

Yes. Which explains that whole “War is Over If You Want It” thing.

Which was pure public relations bullshit, as was the supposed “love” between John and Yoko (which was a sado/masochistic affair devoid of affection). I don’t mind talking to you about this crap but it would be nice if you were informed beyond the PR machinations of Yoko Ono, which were designed to use John’s persona to elevate her in the public eye. Given your responses, its clear that she was successful in pulling the wool over most of the world’s eyes.

Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet, and that’s not a sly send-up to BTO. Next up, my counter assault on the West Coast movement, starting with the Kennedys’ Fresh Fruit. Then, it’s onto D.C. hardcore. That’s right, Bad Brains. I’m looking at you! Finally, the coup de grâce, the emocore of Fugazi and Sunny Day Real Estate. Decade by decade, city by city, we are taking it back.

For Yoko and John, for Scot MacKenzie and the Haight-Ashbury, for the children, the flower children. Peace, love, out!