Hudson St, West Village, New York, about 3:30pm...

A short woman is walking toward me and I notice that she's peering at me above her sunglasses. Then it dawns on me, holy crap that is Yoko Ono. The look says "You're going to recognize me aren't you. Don't even dare acknowledge it." 

So I smiled at her. A big, over the top, cheesy grin. And she scowled at me!

I was so shocked that I didn't even get a chance to tell her that her albums are the musical equivalent of tinnitus.  

I remember when we started borrowing DVDs from the Cirque library, one of the ones I wanted to see most as a die hard Beatles fan was, of course, All Together Now, the making of Love.

If I had any illusions left about Yoko Ono, they vanished there and then. If the words "All Together Now" were ever used ironically... What a ?%$#.

sharke


I was so shocked that I didn't even get a chance to tell her that her albums are the musical equivalent of tinnitus.  

Oh I wouldn't give them that much credit.

Ya should have whispered to her ... "Ah Bowa Cowa Posse Posse"

I've had that song stuck in my head every since I saw your thread thank you very much. :)

You should have said "Don't frack me".

Oh, no.  I can't think of anything that won't be a TOS violation!  

I always found it strange that she still lives in the Dakota building after all this time. Right where Lennon got shot. I guess the amenities must be pretty good. 

Try and audition to get an apartment in Dakota - you'll understand why she isn't leaving. 

I'm convinced it'd be easier to win the audition to replace Lennon in the Beatles than it is to get an apartment in that building. 

I'd rather live in the Ansonia building on 73rd and Broadway...some of the most soundproof apartments in the city and once home to Rachmaninoff, Mahler, Stravinsky and other noted Sonar users 

I'm glad she scowled.  Now we can go back to disliking her and not feel guilty about it.