Posts Tagged ‘Lennon’

THAT SIDE:

Friday, February 14th, 2014

GET A GRIP:

Monday, February 10th, 2014

DECEMBER 8TH 1980:

Saturday, January 25th, 2014

It’s amazing that more than 33 years later new photo’s and frames surface of John
in 1980.

This photo is an unseen frame from December the 8th 1980, and is on the cover
of this weeks edition of the NME.

This photo says so much, and really moves me. At no other time
did John look like this, besides the pics of him in Hamburg taken by Astrid.

Something happened to John in the last couple of days of his life, he transformed,
he looked and sounded different, i can’t put my finger on it, nor put it into words,
but as this photo shows, John looks resigned, at peace, anticipating.

Yoko’s remembrances from this day may go some way into explaining it ..

WALKING ON THIN ICE by Yoko Ono was first published in Rolling Stone, December 2010 issue as “John’s Last Days: A Remembrance by Yoko Ono”.

“The last weekend was very quiet. The sky was cloudy in a restful way. And the town seemed as though it was asleep.

Saturday started with John listening to “Walking on Thin Ice”. As John was so focused on it, I went out to the news stand and suddenly thought I should get John some chocolates as a surprise. He loved chocolates, but it was not in our sugarless diet at that point. After the drug binges of the Sixties, John wanted both of us to clean up and be healthy “for Sean’s sake too.” But that Saturday, the last Saturday John would enjoy, I thought of getting him some chocolate and surpri sing him. I don’t know why I thought that. I didn’t like chocolates at all then, so I wasn’t suffering not eating them. I got some and came home. As I came out of the elevator, I was surprised by John opening the door to the apartment before I rang the bell. “How did you know I was coming back just now?” “Oh, I know when you’re back.” He was so happy that I got him the chocolates. I remember how he smiled.

The same day, John wanted all my artwork to be brought upstairs from the basement to the white room. This was not the first time he asked for it, but he asked for it on this weekend again. “It’s ridiculous. We have those great works, and we are leaving them in the basement. I want to enjoy them.” For me, it was boring to have to see my old works every day. As a result, my pieces were piled up in the basement storage covered in dust. In those days, I didn’t particularly care about that. “John, can we do it after we finish the album? We are all so busy now.” “No, we should do it now. You’ll never do it otherwise.” As he said it, there was a touch of sadness in his voice, as if he already knew we would never bring them upstairs. We didn’t.

All day, John did not stop playing “Walking on Thin Ice.” He played it over and over again. We still hadn’t overdubbed the guitar solo, so I thought he was checking what to do with it. But it was unlike him that he took so much time on it. I went to sleep. When I woke up on Sunday morning, he was still playing “Walking all Thin Ice” as he looked over the park. I knew the song was a good song. But I was just thinking of what else should be done musically. Never thought deeper than that at the time. Only just recently, it occured to me that maybe John was aware of the song in a different light.

Walking on thin ice
I’m paying the price
For throwing the dice in the air.

But it goes into the middle eight after the second verse:

I may cry someday,
But the tears will dry whichever way…
And when our hearts return to ashes
It’ll be just a story.

I hadn’t realized that it said “I may cry someday,” not “YOU may cry someday” or “WE may cry someday.”

What was I thinking?! John probably noticed it as he listened to the song that weekend, so intently. Was that what made him keep on listening? Did we know something? John? Me? Death was one thing we didn’t discuss that weekend. But it was around us like a thick fog.

The last Sunday. I’m glad in a way that we didn’t know that it was our last Sunday together, so we could have had a semblance of normalcy. But it turned out that it was not a normal Sunday at all. Something was starting to happen, like the dead silence before a tsunami. The air was gelling tenser and tenser, denser and denser. Then, I distinctly saw airwaves in the room. It was wiggly lines, like on the heart monitor next to the hospital bed, just before it becomes a flat straight line. “John, are you all right?” I asked through the density. He just nodded and kept listening to “Walking on Thin Ice,” playing it loud. “Walking on thin ice. Walking on thin ice …” “John, John, arrre youuuu alllll riiight?” I heard my voice vibrating. I could not go near John, for some reason. WALKING ON THIN ICE. WALKING ON THIN ICE. WALKING ON THIN ICE. I realized that both of us were in a strange dimension in a weird time zone, as if we were in a dream. Then it all stopped. I went into a long and shallow sleep, with John over me, kissing me tenderly.

Monday. The very last day of John’s life, we woke up to a shiny blue sky spreading over Central Park. The day had an air of bright eyes and bushy tails. John and I remembered that we had a full schedule. Annie Leibovitz’s photo session, RKO radio show, and studio work from 6 p.m. John liked being prompt. John was English, I was Japanese. The result was both of us possessed extreme austerity and hilarity back to back. The sky was turning gray in the afternoon. And John kept talking to the RKO radio guy, cramming in a lot of things. We nearly became late for the studio. I rushed into the car and saw John still signing an autograph for a guy in front of the Dakota. “John, we’ll be late!” I remember being a bit irritable. “Why one more autograph?” I thought. John said something like, “OK,” and rushed into the car, sat next to me and held my hand as usuaL The car drove off.

I know I speak of his hands a lot. I loved his hands. He used to say he had wanted hands like Jean Cocteau – long and slim fingers. But I grew up surrounded by cousins with those aristocratic hands. I loved John’s, clean, strong, working-class hands that grabbed me whenever there was a chance.

The studio work went until late at night. In a room next to the control room, just before we left the studio, John looked at me. I looked at him. His eyes had an intensity of a guy about to tell me something important. “Yes?” I asked. And I will never forget how with a deep, soft voice, as if to carve his words in my mind, he said the most beautiful things to me. “Oh” I said after a while, and looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed.

In my mind, hearing something like that from your man when you were way over 40… well… I was a very lucky woman, I thought. Even now, I see his piercing eyes in my mind. I don’t know why he decided, at that very moment, to say all that as if he wanted me to remember it forever. Did it matter that the whole world hated you if your guy loved you that much? Who cares if you had to live in hell with him? Some couples might be lucky to live in heaven. John and my heaven was in Hell. And we loved it. We would not have wanted it any other way.

Yoko Ono
London, October 18th, 2010

JUKE BOX JURY:

Monday, December 2nd, 2013

Why do i suspect John was never able to get this thing to work :-)

GRAMMYS 1975:

Wednesday, November 27th, 2013

PLASTIC ONO BAND PROMOTION:

Wednesday, November 27th, 2013

ON TOUR:

Wednesday, November 20th, 2013

1967:

Wednesday, November 20th, 2013

INSTANT CALMER:

Wednesday, November 20th, 2013

APPLE PONDER:

Monday, November 11th, 2013

PYTHON:

Tuesday, October 29th, 2013

48TH STREET:

Monday, October 28th, 2013

THERE CAN’T BE TOO MANY SIGNED TWO VIRGINS COVERS FLOATING AROUND OUT THERE:

Monday, October 28th, 2013

INDIA:

Monday, October 28th, 2013

1963 PROFILE:

Monday, October 28th, 2013

WEDDING ALBUM PROMO:

Tuesday, October 22nd, 2013

TAH DAH!:

Friday, October 18th, 2013

INSTANT KRAMER:

Friday, October 18th, 2013

THE PICKER, PICKS WITH HIS FINGER:

Friday, October 18th, 2013

YOU WILL FIND GREECE:

Wednesday, October 16th, 2013

PROFILE:

Wednesday, October 16th, 2013

BEIGE PHASE:

Wednesday, October 16th, 2013

NEW FRAME:

Wednesday, October 16th, 2013

YOKOS WIG IS EVEN WORSE THAN THE ONE NAOMI WATTS WORE IN ‘DIANA’ .. AND THATS SAYING SOMETHING:

Wednesday, October 16th, 2013

HOBNAIL BOOTS:

Monday, October 14th, 2013

MIND GAMES:

Monday, October 14th, 2013

JOHN IN MELBOURNE AUSTRALIA:

Tuesday, October 8th, 2013

BIZZARO WIG:

Tuesday, October 8th, 2013

SQUATY D CHORD:

Tuesday, October 8th, 2013

PRIVATES ON PARADE:

Tuesday, October 8th, 2013

VEST:

Tuesday, October 8th, 2013

CALENDAR GIRL:

Thursday, September 26th, 2013

EXOTIC:

Thursday, September 26th, 2013

WHAT ELSE CAN I DO:

Thursday, September 26th, 2013

GIVE THE MAN A CIGAR:

Thursday, September 26th, 2013

ONE LUMP OR TWO:

Thursday, September 26th, 2013

MY # 2 WORST EVER JOHN LOOK:

Thursday, September 26th, 2013

Great to have a fantastic quality pic from this day, but really John, that hair? .. and cowboy boots, who knew. (I’d still love to know if this is Japan or New York).

IMAGINE SCRUFFINESS:

Wednesday, September 25th, 2013

SAILING AWAY:

Wednesday, September 18th, 2013

NEW YORK:

Wednesday, September 18th, 2013