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Monday, August 11, 2025

Lennon and Yoko (Part 2) Beatle John's Bossy Girl


 
Photos  by Susan Wood 



Lennon and Yoko (Part 2)

Beatle John's Bossy Girl

By Betty Rollin

Daily Express

March 13, 1969


    What sort of effort does John Lennon's girlfriend Yoko Ono have on one? Frankly, she gives me a pain. Not for moral reasons and not because I don't respect her art. I do. It may not be art, but whatever it is, it is creative, and she has integrity about it. Besides, it's great just to be silly sometimes, don't you think? 

    But the thing about Yoko is that when she's being silly, she doesn't think it's silly. John has infinitely more humor about what he does. Also, he is not pushing so hard, and that's not only because he is already there. I doubt if John ever pushed. 

    Actually, Yoko is pushy-- ambitious is a nicer word. The way 20-year-old actresses are pushy, but Yoko is 34. Yoko is bossy, too. She is bossy with the people in the Beatles' Apple office, and they resent it. 

    And she is bossy with me. "Say it this way!" she shrieked, trying to dictate the story to her specifications. I decided I didn't like her.

     On this particular day of the interview, she seemed particularly irritable. She began the conversation by telling me that I had spilled some sugar on the tablecloth the previous day and forgot to wipe it off. And then later, she explained herself by saying, "We are really very difficult people."

     As time went by, she eased up a bit. She began her cooking, standing in the kitchen as if deserted by the two other witches, hovering over a pot and stirring constantly. She held her hair back against her bosom and kept leaning forward with a wooden spoon to taste whatever she was cooking. And she began to speak about the subject that totally engrosses her--- herself. 

    "My parents were close with each other", she said, still stirring, "but not with me. My father was very distant when I was a child. If I wanted to see him, I would have to call his office and make an appointment.

     "My mother had her own life. She was beautiful and looked very young. She used to say, 'You should be happy that your mother looks so young.' But I wanted a mother who made me lunches to take school and didn't wear cosmetics. 

    "I was terribly lonely at school. I was ahead mentally, but I never had any friends." 

    Yoko's parents came from a prominent Tokyo banking family. When she was young, they went to New York, and she grew up in Scarsdale, that affluent, intellectual, and pretentious suburb which is the nearest thing to Hampstead in New York. She went to a smart college, Sarah Lawrence, and while very young, married a Japanese violinist .Her parents disapproved and cut her off financially, since he was of the middle class.  The marriage soon ended. 

    Yoko moved to Greenwich Village and became a kind of darling of the underground art world. She married an American, Tony Cox, and they had a baby girl, Kyoko, now five, who lives in America with her father. She speaks of Kyoko approvingly but distantly. When I asked her about being separated from her child, she said, "It must be." Then she reminded me that psychologists say that people usually treat their children the way they were treated themselves.

     She talks about her art, "My art is social," she says. "I don't believe in examining the navel." Indeed, not. She achieved a theme of sorts with her film, which shows 365 naked humans behind -- not a single navel among them. "That," she says, "is concept art."

     To find out what this meant, I went to an art critic who, she said, would explain it to me. He was a fan of hers. "You can get such a variety in the human behind. It's fantastic!" He said.  "Concept art is a work of art that exists in your mind. Take Yoko's work, Cut Piece. She sat in her best dress and invited the audience to cut it up with scissors. At first, there was an awful silence. Then, well, it was terrible. Once they started, they couldn't stop. She was left naked, of course."  

    Thus, this is the extraordinary woman that John Lennon loves and whom he wants to marry. "At first, I didn't want to get married", he said. "Yoko and me just get such a kick out of it, out of just being in love, changing the food in the larder, like young married kids, you know?

     "But then, when we thought a baby was coming, we thought it over." The baby was lost when Yoko had a miscarriage; she blames the miscarriage on the strain of her two divorces. 

    Now, they both say they are intensely happy. This happiness they attempted to show on the cover of a record on which they are both naked. Said John, "I just thought it would be nice. A nice cover for her to be naked --alone. Then, after we got friendly, it seemed natural for it to be us both. I took the photograph myself. I didn't think there would be such a fuss, but I guess the world thinks we are an ugly couple. "

    Yoko has no doubt. "Now that we love each other. We showed that love to the world. Love is an art, too, and we are both artists."

 The End.

Sunday, August 10, 2025

Lennon and Ono (Part 1) I Have Always Dreamed of This One Woman


 

Photos by Susan Wood (edited versions of these appeared with the original article)


Lennon and Ono Part 1

I Have Always Dreamed on This One Woman Coming into my Life

By Betty Rollin

Daily Express

March 12, 1969


    Underneath Beatle John's comfy, unmade bed is a bare wood floor with a border of tacks. The tacks are there, John Lennon explains, because his ex-wife, Cynthia, and his mother-in-law removed the wall-to-wall carpeting. John thinks the tacks are funny and Yoko hasn't noticed them.

    In any case, John Lennon hates his superbly ponderous Tudor house in Weybridge. He and Yoko plan to move to a contemporary glass job nearby.

    John recalls how he bought the stockbroker Tudor Mansion. "I was besieged in me flat in London, so I just took the third house I saw. This was it," John said, in the old Liverpool lilt, running his beady four eyes over the mess around him.

     The mess turned out to include what his wife left, what he kept, and what his mistress brought. His own stuff falls into two categories: equipment like tapes and hi-fis, and bits of whimsy. For instance, a clock on a pedestal with a stethoscope wrapped around it like a necktie.

     Yoko brought, besides herself, a pile of macrobiotic food and an unwatered hospital orchard plant, which sits dying in the dark, Moorish, mirrored foyer. 

    "Welcome to Beverly Hills," calls Lennon waving us into the kitchen. It is one of those vast, obviously remodeled jobs with the sink in the center, and it is Beverly Hills, except, instead of the gilded spice rack, there is a portrait of Queen Victoria. And instead of a lush calendar, there is a sign that says, "The drunk and the glutton shall come to poverty". And instead of someone like Sandra Dee in the breakfast nook, there is Yoko Ono.

     Yoko is short, not small. Short. Her face, what you can see of it in the middle of a bushy outburst of black hair, is almost fierce, and her chest is barrelled. So there they are, the Elvira Madigans of the pop world, their heads smelling of shampoo and both extolling the virtues and pleasures of the non-meat, pure food thing, which John says gives him a bigger high than drugs.

     After a while, we all sit cross-legged on the floor, and they begin to talk about where they first met. "It was the Indica Gallery," says Yoko. "I was having a very important show there. It was damn successful. John came the night before the opening. He asked if he couldn't hammer in one of the nails of the Hammer In Nail Piece. It was symbolic. You see a virginal board for a man to hammer a nail in.

     "I decided people had to pay 50s to hammer a nail in. And when the gallery owner told John he had to pay, he stopped for a moment and asked if he could just hammer in an imaginary nail. It was fantastic! That is what my art is about. It was my game. Suddenly, the two of us were playing the same game.

     "I didn't know who he was, and when I found out, I just didn't care. I mean, in the art world, a Beatle is, well, you know....  Also he was in a suit, and he looked so ordinary."

     John: "I was not! I was in a highly unshaven and tatty state. I had been up three nights. I was always up in those days, tripping. I was stoned. I wasn't in a suit. That was my psychedelic period. It's disgusting. Taking me for a clean-cut lad!"

     Yoko: "Okay, I take it back."

     John: "I don't remember her at the gallery at all. I was stoned. Then she called me up. She wanted scores of my songs for some book."

     That's how they became friends. He said,  "And from there it progressed. I used to bring her out to the house when my wife was here. We were just friends. I respected her work, and I knew she was having trouble with her husband. I tried to teach her how to meditate."

     Yoko takes up the story. "I was getting very famous at that time. My career was going well, but my husband and I were fighting about who would answer the phone. He always wanted to answer the phone so that he could be into everything.

     "I always thought of him as my assistant, you see, but he wanted it to be both of us. All I wanted was someone who would be interested in my work. I needed a producer," but now, apparently, it has changed. She agrees. 

    "The only thing about being in love", and she looks sideways at John with a fishy little smile, "is that it takes so much time, the work suffers. I am not working enough now. "

    "What do you mean?" shouts John. "It's never been easier for you to work. If no one will produce what you do, I will! Whenever I'm not doing my Beatle work, I'll do her work completely. There's not much Beatle stuff now anyway, "

    I asked him when he will stop all Beatle activity. "When I get fed up," he says.

     Later, when Yoko left us, John flopped back on a yellow sofa and talked about his relationship with her. "We both think alike, and we both have been alone. We both had these dreams, the same kind of dreams. I always had this dream of this particular woman coming into my life. I knew it wouldn't be someone buying a Beatles record. His mind went back to his own marriage. He began to talk about it. "The way it was with  Cyn was that she got pregnant, and so we got married. We never had much to say to each other, but the vibrations never upset me. Because she was quiet, you know, and I was away much of the time. "

    He talked again then of his dream. "I would get fed up now and then, and I would start thinking, 'where is she?'  I'd be hoping that the one would come. Then I'd get over it again. I mean, everyone's got that thinking of the one. The one what?"

     He answered his own question. "Well, I suppose I was hoping for a woman who would give me what I get from a man intellectually. I went to someone I could be myself with. Of course, I'm a coward. I wasn't going to go off and leave Cyn and be by myself."

     OF the state of affairs of his marriage, he said, "I was no good. Now, Cyn keeps saying in the papers that she didn't know anything was wrong. I just don't understand that."

     And back the conversation goes to Yoko, "At the beginning, I was just enjoying her company. I mean, I didn't know what was really happening. Pretty soon after we knew one another, I had given up on the one woman thing. It was going to be the holy thing for me. I went to the Maharishi Yogi and stayed there. 

    "I kept telling her to meditate too, you know, but I still had no idea about us. Then, while I was in India, she began writing to me, 'I am a cloud. Watch for me in the sky.' I would get so excited about her letters. There was nothing in them that wives or mothers-in-law could have understood. And from India, I started thinking of her as a woman and not just an intellectual. And then when I got back, well, that's when it all began."

Monday, April 22, 2024

Doorway


 

I have always liked this photograph - but I couldn't find it for the longest time.  I am happy to discover it again!

Thursday, April 18, 2024

April 1968


 This photograph of John with a fan was taken in April 1968 - which was an interesting time in John's life.  He had recently returned from India and was about to get together with Yoko.  In spite of all going on in his personal life, he took the time to meet with this fan who came to his door at Kenwood.   And once again, he is standing in his famous "Kenwood" stance. 

Sunday, November 26, 2023

Tub Peace




 November 26, 1968


These pictures completely remind me of the a scene from The Rutles.  Anyone else?