Fuck Yeah John & Yoko

John Lennon and Yoko Ono: Playboy Interview

PLAYBOY:

How do you feel about all the negative press that’s been directed through the years at Yoko, your “dragon lady,” as you put it?

JOHN LENNON:

We are both sensitive people and we were hurt a lot by it. I mean, we couldn’t understand it. When you’re in love, when somebody says something like, “How can you be with that woman?” you say, “What do you mean? I am with this goddess of love, the fulfillment of my whole life. Why are you saying this? Why do you want to throw a rock at her or punish me for being in love with her?” Our love helped us survive it, but some of it was pretty violent. There were a few times when we nearly went under, but we managed to survive and here we are. [Looks upward] Thank you, thank you, thank you.

PLAYBOY:

But what about the charge that John Lennon is under Yoko’s spell, under her control?

JOHN LENNON:

Well, that’s rubbish, you know. Nobody controls me. I’m uncontrollable. The only one who controls me is me, and that’s just barely possible.

John Lennon and Yoko Ono: Playboy Interview

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6 November 2009 • john lennon yoko ono 1969

Preparing to release the balloons at the You Are Here exhibit.

6 November 2009 • john lennon yoko ono 1968

olerud:

John, Sean and Yoko
Central Park, NYC, 1975

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Get Back sung by John Lennon. It has tons of cute and rare footage of John & Yoko from the Get Back sessions. This take also includes the verse that was removed from the final version of the song for fear that it would not be taken in the ironic way that it was intended.

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Nylon Magazine recently asked people to write about an experience they’ve had in America. This is what Yoko wrote:

One beautiful spring, sometime in the ’70s, John and I decided to go cross-country from New York to the Gold Coast (as we called San Francisco). We kept driving on the straightest road that went on and on in the middle of a desert. The new moon was already out on one side, and the slowly sinking sun was on the other. The sand was a soft color of pink. The sky was still blue, like in a Magritte painting. The soft breeze smelled faintly like some magical desert flower. We were high on just being together.

At one point, John said, “OK, let’s get out of the car.” So we did. We drew a huge heart on the ground, stood together in it, and had it photographed by our assistant and driver, Peter. I wonder if Peter ever thinks of that evening with us-wherever he is now? I wonder if that photo still exists? If it does, it will be a nice one for our son, Sean, to have somewhere in his loft, house, apartment, or castle he would one day decide to live in.

But then again, that’s his Mom thinking. Did Mom understand that maybe her son would like a photo of him and his family in the desert instead? Yes, probably. But the beauty of the American desert of that evening will always stay with me, meshed with the love we expressed for each other.

I love you, America. Thank you for the experience.

5 November 2009 • john lennon yoko ono