Imagine That!!!

Surfing through the net (as usual), I found this article about that Lennon’s overrated song “Imagine”. The headteacher of a school in Exeter determined that the pupils at St Leonard’s C of E Primary cannot play that song because it’s anti religious.
And this article stars with: “It’s taken 40 years, but Jesus is finally having the last laugh.” According to the article, the song contains offending lines like: “Imagine there’s no heaven, it’s easy if you try/ No hell below us, above us only sky…Nothing to kill or die for/ And no religion too”. Enough said.
Ok, you may agree with the idea, or just deny the fact that the song points to a religious thing. The thing is that once again I found myself reading comments against this John Lennon myth. I thought people would go in his defense showing that he was someone asking for peace, a great human being or whatever. But no. Most people claimed John was a hypocrit, living a luxurious life in his “small” apartment, while screaming peace and “no possesions” so loud. They even mention that “imagine” is a crappy song. Well, I agree with it.
“John Lennon could talk about peace and love out loud to the world, but he could never show it to the people who supposedly meant the most to him: his wife and son. How can you talk about peace and love and have a family in bits and pieces–no communication, adultery, divorce? You can’t do it, not if you’re being true and honest with yourself.” Cheating his own wife and abandoning his song at the same time that calling your long time music partner ” just a pretty face”, telling hundreds of lies, make you a real shitty guy. Well, that’s what John Lennon was. I don’t blame this headteacher for banning the song. If I was a teacher I would teach my pupils about the true life this overrated beatle had. He’s a liar and now a hypocrit.
I like for the music with the beatles but his solo career and his personal life really needed a shrink…or two.
It took 40 years for Jesus to laugh his saint ass off. So kids, if you really wanna be a working class hero, take good care.

conversation with a deranged mind…

Patient: twisted thoughts are getting closer…..I feel they’re coming around again…
Psychiatrist: what are all those thoughts about???
Patient: deranged scenes from what I’ve become…
Psychiatrist: Jesus……

Yoko…..Oh No

I just found this on last.fm, and I wanted to share it with the Beatles community through my blog. It’s just a simple poll in which you have to pick one answer, no right or wrong answers, just an opinion.

2 Min. Pop Quiz; Ono or Oh no?

Seems like most people are pretty sure they either love Yoko or they hate her. I love her, and I’ll tell more about that later , right now it’s simple;

1. Yoko Ono
2. Yoko Oh no!

Pick one.

I believed most people would say something interesting when answering n° 1, but I only got this “John loved her” fuckin answer. Yeah, it’s true, John loved her, but, you cannot give your opinion based on someone else feelings. I don’t care about her musical skills, not sure if she really has some talent to show, I even think that just judge her by her songs (does she have one????, doesn’t she???) is not a good way to put her head in a noose.
Well anyway, my answer of course is n° 2. It’s the simple fact that I hate bitches, and she’s one. A bitch and a witch who destroyed not just one life, but four at the same time. So what the fuck if someone says nooo, she didn’t do that, that’s what I think and for what I’ve heard and read, my hate just grows.
If you’re a member of last.fm, don’t forget to vote. Pretty sure we will agree.

Ioco pays tribute to Linda

Tiempor atrás encontré esto en internet, que es una especie de tributo a Linda hecho por el mono ono después de la muerte de ella en 1998. Esto obviamente me hace pensar que el simio todavía es un ser humano, a pesar de que no lo parece mucho.
Hay una parte en especial que de vez en cuando me hace soltar lágrimas, y es que me hace recordar que a pesar que Lennon y McCartney no continuaron siendo amigos después de los Beatles, aun podían decir cosas lindas el uno del otro.
Destacaré con negro esa parte.
El texto está en inglés, así es que los que solo saben decir “hello”, apliquen san google.

The latest edition of Rolling Stone Magazine featured a full-page letter written by Yoko about Linda McCartney, who died recently of cancer. Here is the text of that tribute.

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The first time I met Linda was at one of the Beatles’ recording sessions. Paul introduced her to us. She was attractive, obviously–she had a sunshine smile–but I thought that there was a certain vulnerability about her. Later I came to understand that that impression was wrong, because when I think of Linda’s life, I think of a very strong woman.

One day, around the time of that first meeting, Paul brought in to the studio some photographs of Linda in New York, in front of the building where she grew up. She was wearing a camel coat and a white scarf, just looking casual and glancing around. That is the Linda I remember from that time.

During the Beatles’ sessions, Linda and I quickly learned that our husbands were not all buddy-buddy. John and Paul were both talented but very strong-willed people. There was some tension there. Linda and I left them alone. But we didn’t go chummy-chummy, wink-wink, “Aren’t they silly boys?” either. We both stood by our men. That was how we were.

Then came the Beatles’ breakup. The world blamed it on Linda and me. The attack was like a storm. I think the fans needed a scapegoat, and they chose us! We both had the love and protection of our husbands. Linda had that very much from Paul. But still, it could not have been easy for her.

The long years after the breakup were not easy, either. John and Paul were not talking. John and I would play Paul’s latest Wings record in our kitchen. John would say some nice things. He couldn’t say it to Paul, but when Paul was not around, John would say nice things about Paul. When Paul and Linda got a farm in Scotland, John said, “That’s Linda. She’s good for him.”

Was the ice finally starting to melt? In the late Seventies, Paul and Linda came to visit us a few times in New York. In a fine old Liverpool tradition, the two guys did most of the talking, and we sat beside them as Paul held Linda’s hand and John held mine. It was nice to see the guys talk after all those years, even if a little stiffness existed between them.

After John’s passing, Sean and I started to receive Linda’s beautiful calendar every year. We felt her warmth; and as a photographer she was getting into her most creative years.

We both wanted to show our farms to each other. I was about to go to London with Sean at the time. “Mine first, then,” Linda said. So Sean and I were invited to her farm. I say Linda’s farm, because you really felt Linda’s energy there – you just knew that she was the one who had created this environment for her husband and their children. There was something very real about the way they lived. They weren’t surrounded by servants or anything. And it was wonderful. Linda had horses and sheep – it was a working farm, not a manicured estate.

She and her children were doing things together. Seeing them with Sean was great. Hopefully, our children will be wiser than us.

What I noticed with sadness was that Paul and Linda’s children were living with the pain of what their mother went through. Their mother was attacked by the world and for a long time not recognized for her achievements. Everything that was good was considered the work of her husband, and everything the public did not approve of was considered her doing. I didn’t hear any of this from Linda. But when I met her children and saw how protective they were of their mother, I felt the pain of their knowledge that the world was not always kind to her.

When I heard of her illness, my first instinct was to share that with the fans at the concert I was giving in London and to pray together. But, of course, I couldn’t. So I dedicated the concert to “a friend in England who has been taken ill.” “Names!” they shouted. “No names!” I shouted back. That’s how it was. We were no-name friends.

The last conversation I had with her was in January this year. She sounded like the usual powerful and energetic Linda. I thought she had beaten the disease.

Linda and I did not meet up and have coffee and muffins in a corner cafe or anything like that. But we communicated. We communicated in deeds more than in words. When she was strong, I felt strong. She took a sad song and made it better. Her commitment to vegetarianism and animal rights brought her message to a wider audience than that of rock & roll. But her most important contributions were all made in private. Just like so many women before her, she made a difference in silence. It was nice to know you, Linda.

With love,
Yoko

interview with a twisted mind.

C: I can feel my mind is sick…
P: How do you know that?
C: ’cause my face is deranged…
P: Oh my….

The deranged session, with very twisted scenes coming up next!

Estreno exclusivo, miércoles 31 de Octubre, Halloween’s day!!

what’s on tv, huh?

Y finalmente me decidí a colgar el tv en la pared. Más menos hace una semana.
Fue como en agosto cuando en el dentista vi un pequeño LCD en la pared y me dije lo sensacional que sería reducir espacio de muebles con un televisor en la pared. Y cuando me compré mi televisor Phillips en septiembre, me alegré más al saber que la misma base me servía de soporte y no era necesario comprar uno. Pero fue 1 mes!, de puro hueveo; que sí que no, que sí que no. Que lo cuelgo, que se cae, que no se cae na.
Pero en sí igual tuve como miedo porque la porquería de pared es taan blanda, que se me imaginaba que con el peso se vendría con pared y todo abajo. Y pregunté y pregunté y claro obtuve respuestas varias: “noooo, no le sirve, no resiste”, “ssiiiii, si resiste, es buen material”, “ocupe unos tarugos que atraviesen para el otro lado, para que así resista”, “use tarugos paloma”, y la hueá es entera débil. No fue hasta cuando vi uno igual en Falabella, colgando de una cuestion de madera, que me dije, si, si resiste y compré los putos tarugos que a la tercera le achunté.
Y ya lleva casi una semana colgado, jaja. Y no se ha caido!, jaja, está tal cual lo dejó mi cuñado, porque yo cero precisión y cero cálculo pa taladrear y esas cosas. Bueno he instalado mi radio, y unos cuadros, pero para obras con precision, nop. O sea nada que ver que el tv quede entero chueco; es pa’ colgarse. De la pared. Tal cual.

fotolog paying tribute to meeeeeeeee

Al fin Fotolog me está devolviendo la importancia que me merezco….

y aunque es bastante tarde (too late), igual acepto estos pequeños gestos. Por algo se debe empezar.
Después de la estafa de los 20 mensaje de texto, donde nadie además se hizo resposable, los cambios y los borrones de post; y mucha anterioridad, en mi primer fotolog, la repentina, inesperada y “no deseada” desaparición de fotos (I still wonder what the heck happened), lo mínimo que espero es que como Gold, se rajen y me pongan de vez en cuando en la pagina principal. Además soy la ex esposa de John Lennon, osea…..MINIMO!!!!!

Paul VI

Paul is soo fuckeable

Happy Birthday John

Happy Birthday Dear John
Happy 67 after all
your breath’s still around us.

we miss you soo much!!!!

Someday the four of you will be singing once again, for the angels.
one song for you:

People say Im crazy doing what Im doing
Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin
When I say that Im o.k. well they look at me kind of strange
Surely youre not happy now you no longer play the game

People say Im lazy dreaming my life away
Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me
When I tell them that Im doing fine watching shadows on the wall
Dont you miss the big time boy youre no longer on the ball

Im just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go

Ah, people asking questions lost in confusion
Well I tell them theres no problem, only solutions
Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if Ive lost my mind
I tell them theres no hurry
Im just sitting here doing time

Im just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go
I just had to let it go
I just had to let it go

yet another birthday

Me demoré harto en escribir finalmente como estuvo mi cumpleaños. Tenía la sensación de que iba a ser un buen día, porque los cumpleaños impares han sido en general siempre buenos. Pero desde que cumplí 23 no había tenido realmente un buen día de cumpleaños. Para mí un buen día de cumpleaños es celebrarlo afuera. Y celebrarlo afuera significa salir con mis amigas o compañeras de trabajo, porque en casa es una lata. La primera celebración la tuve a la hora de Salud Mental. Ahí junto con el grupo de cine celebramos la despedida de una nutri que ya se fue a España a una pasantía (suerte la de ella) y mi cumpleaños. Comi harto, y la comida estuvo buena, entretenida, me cantaron feliz cumpleaños, jajajajajajaja, lo pasé bien. Después me junté con mi otro equipo que ya no trabaja conmigo, salvo la Geno, y nos fuimos a comer a las Terrazas del Mall. Tb, un buen momento donde pudimos hablar, pelar y cuchuchiar sin problemas. Tamben me cantaron el cumpleaños feliz con un pedacito de torta y una velita encima. Ya a estas alturas del partido la única que se hace regalos soy yo. Jajajajajajajajaja, pero en realidad prefiero que sea así. Me gusta más el estilo de una comida o algo para compartir y que se acuerden. Para mi eso es mas importante que recibir un presente, que de seguro y sabiendo bien mis gustos, no será de mi agrado. No tengo muchas pics, pero es lo que hay.