Yoko? O, No.
Like most Beatles fans, I donâ€™t have too many nice things to say about Yoko Ono. She broke up the band, man. Not cool. Very not cool. And sheâ€™s weird. Like, super-weird.
Recently, though, wellâ€¦
Recently Iâ€™ve been listening to the soundtrack for the movie Rushmore. One of the songs on it is â€œOh, Yokoâ€ sung by John Lennon. He sings â€œIn the middle of the night I call your nameâ€ and â€œin the middle of a shaveâ€ and other mundane times in a personâ€™s normal day. Sheâ€™s on his mind all the time. And it hit me â€“ they were in love. No matter how weird they were or how â€œartyâ€ or how whatever they were, they were in love.
John met her at a showing of her â€œwork.â€ There was a ladder and John climbed it. On the ceiling above the ladder on a small card and in small type, there was a single word: â€œyes.â€ It intrigued him, and the ballad of John and Yoko spun out from there.
Youâ€™d be hard-pressed to find someone who wouldnâ€™t say John and Yoko were perfect for each other. Two more strange people you wonâ€™t find anywhere. But that hasnâ€™t stopped 30+ years of Beatles fans being mad at her, including me.
But I think I finally get it. No matter how much it changed his life or the lives around him, he was in love. I can respect that. I think I can almost forgive him, even.
Yokoâ€™s still a wacko, though.