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ULTIMATE INTERVIEW FOR ROLLING STONE By Jonathan Cott / December 5, 1980
"Welcome to
the inner sanctum!" says John Lennon, greeting me with high-spirited,
mock ceremoniousness in Yoko Ono's beautiful cloud-ceilinged
office in their Dakota apartment. It's Friday evening, December
5, and Yoko has been telling me how their collaborative new
album, Double Fantasy, came about: Last spring, John
and their son, Sean, were vacationing in Bermuda while Yoko
stayed home "sorting out business," as she puts it. She and John
spoke on the phone every day and sang each other the songs they
had composed in between calls.
"I was at a dance club one night in Bermuda," John interrupts
as he sits down on a couch and Yoko gets up to bring coffee. "Upstairs,
they were playing disco, and downstairs, I suddenly heard 'Rock
Lobster' by the B-52's for the first time. Do you know it? It
sounds just like Yoko's music, so I said to meself, 'It's time
to get out the old axe and wake the wife up!' We wrote about
twenty-five songs during those three weeks, and we've recorded
enough for another album."
"I've been playing side two of Double Fantasy over
and over," I say, getting ready to ply him with a question. John
looks at me with a time and interview-stopping smile. "How are
you?" he asks. "It's been like a reunion for us these last few
weeks. We've seen Ethan Russell, who's doing a videotape of a
couple of the new songs, and Annie Leibovitz was here. She took
my first Rolling Stone cover photo. It's been fun
seeing everyone we used to know and doing it all again - we've
all survived. When did we first meet?"
"I met you and Yoko on September 17, 1968," I say,
remembering the first of our several meetings. I was just a
lucky guy, at the right place at the right time. John had
decided to become more "public" and to demystify his Beatles
persona. He and Yoko, whom he'd met in November 1966, were
preparing for the Amsterdam and Montreal bed-ins for peace and
were soon to release Two Virgins, the first of their
experimental record collaborations. The album cover - the
infamous frontal nude portrait of them - was to grace the pages
of Rolling Stone's first anniversary issue. John had
just discovered the then-impoverished, San Francisco-based
magazine, and he'd agreed to give Rolling Stone the
first of his "coming-out" interviews. As "European editor," I
was asked to visit John and Yoko and to take along a
photographer (Ethan Russell, who later took the photos for the
Let It Be book that accompanied the album). So, nervous
and excited, we met John and Yoko at their temporary basement
flat in London.
First impressions are usually the most accurate, and John was
graceful, gracious, charming, exuberant, direct, witty and
playful; I remember noticing how he wrote little reminders to
himself in the wonderfully absorbed way that a child paints the
sun. He was due at a recording session in a half-hour to work on
the White Album, so we agreed to meet the next day to do the
interview, after which John and Yoko invited Ethan and me to
attend the session for "Back in the U.S.S.R." at Abbey Road
Studios. Only a performance of Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre
might have made me feel as ecstatic and fortunate as I did at
that moment.
Every new encounter with John brought a new perspective.
Once, I ran into John and Yoko in 1971. A friend and I had gone
to see Carnal Knowledge, and afterward we bumped into
the Lennons in the lobby. Accompanied by Jerry Rubin and a
friend of his, they invited us to drive down with them to
Ratner's delicatessen in the East Village for blintzes,
whereupon a beatific, long-haired young man approached our table
and wordlessly handed John a card inscribed with a pithy saying
of the inscrutable Meher Baba. Rubin drew a swastika on the back
of the card, got up and gave it back to the man. When he
returned, John admonished him gently, saying that that wasn't
the way to change someone's consciousness. Acerbic and skeptical
as he could often be, John Lennon never lost his sense of
compassion.
Almost ten
years later, I am again talking to John, and he is as gracious
and witty as the first time I met him. "I guess I should
describe to the readers what you're wearing, John," I say. "Let
me help you out," he offers, then intones wryly: "You can see
the glasses he's wearing. They're normal plastic blue-frame
glasses. Nothing like the famous wire-rimmed Lennon glasses that
he stopped using in 1973. He's wearing needle-cord pants, the
same black cowboy boots he'd had made in Nudie's in 1973, a
Calvin Klein sweater and a torn Mick Jagger T-shirt that he got
when the Stones toured in 1970 or so. And around his neck is a
small, three-part diamond heart necklace that he bought as a
make-up present after an argument with Yoko many years ago and
that she later gave back to him in a kind of ritual. Will that
do?
"I know you've got a Monday deadline," he adds," he adds,
"but Yoko and I have to go to the Record Plant now to remix a
few of Yoko's songs for a possible disco record. So why don't
you come along and we'll talk in the studio."
"You're not putting any of your songs on this record?" I ask
as we get into the waiting car. "No, because I don't make that
stuff." He laughs and we drive off. "I've heard that in England
some people are appreciating Yoko's songs on the new album and
are asking why I was doing that 'straight old Beatles stuff,'
and I didn't know about punk and what's going on - 'You were
great then; "Walrus" was hip, but this isn't hip,
John!' I'm really pleased for Yoko. She deserves the praise.
It's been a long haul. I'd love her to have the A side of a hit
record and me the B side. I'd settle for it any day."
"It's interesting," I say, "that no rock & roll star I can
think of has made a record with his wife or whomever and given
her fifty percent of the disc."
"It's the first time we've done it this way," John says.
"It's a dialogue, and we have resurrected ourselves, in a way,
as John and Yoko - not as John ex-Beatle and Yoko and the
Plastic Ono Band. It's just the two of us, and our position was
that, if the record didn't sell, it meant people didn't want to
know about John and Yoko - either they didn't want John anymore
or they didn't want John with Yoko or maybe they just wanted
Yoko, whatever. But if they didn't want the two of us, we
weren't interested. Throughout my career, I've selected to work
with - for more than a one-night stand, say, with David Bowie or
Elton John - only two people: Paul McCartney and Yoko Ono. I
brought Paul into the original group, the Quarrymen; he brought
George in and George brought Ringo in. And the second person who
interested me as an artist and somebody I could work with was
Yoko Ono. That ain't bad picking."
When we arrive at the studio, the engineers being playing
tapes of Yoko's "Kiss Kiss Kiss," "Every Man Has a Woman Who
Loves Him" (both from Double Fantasy) and a powerful
new disco song (not on the album) called "Walking on Thin Ice,"
which features a growling guitar lick by Lennon, based on
Sanford Clark's 1956 song, "The Fool."
Which way could I come back into this game?" John asks as we
settle down. "I came back from the place I know best - as
unpretentiously as possible - not to prove anything but just to
enjoy it."
"I've heard that you've had a guitar on the wall behind your
bed for the past five or six years, and that you've only taken
it down and played it for Double Fantasy. Is that
true?"
"I bought this beautiful electric guitar, round about the
period I got back with Yoko and had the baby," John explains.
"It's not a normal guitar; it doesn't have a body; it's just an
arm and this tubelike, toboggan-looking thing, and you can
lengthen the top for the balance of it if you're sitting or
standing up. I played it a little, then just hung it up behind
the bed, but I'd look at it every now and then, because it had
never done a professional thing, it had never really been
played. I didn't want to hide it the way one would hide an
instrument because it was too painful to look at - like, Artie
Shaw went through a big thing and never played again. But I used
to look at it and think, 'Will I ever pull it down?'
"Next to it on the wall I'd placed the number 9 and a dagger
Yoko had given me - a dagger made out of a bread knife from the
American Civil War to cut away the bad vibes, to cut away the
past symbolically. It was just like a picture that hangs there
but you never really see, and then recently I realized, 'Oh,
goody! I can finally find out what this guitar is all about,'
and I took it down and used it in making Double Fantasy.
"All through the taping of 'Starting Over,' I was calling
what I was doing 'Elvis Orbison': 'I want you I need only the
lonely.' I'm a born-again rocker, I feel that
refreshed, and I'm going right back to my roots. It's like Dylan
doing Nashville Skyline, except I don't have any
Nashville, you know, being from Liverpool. So I go back to the
records I know - Elvis and Roy Orbison and Gene Vincent and
Jerry Lee Lewis. I occasionally get ripped off into 'Walruses'
or 'Revolution 9,' but my far-out side has been completely
encompassed by Yoko.
"The first show we did together was at Cambridge University
in 1968 or '69, when she had been booked to do a concert with
some jazz musicians. That was the first time I had appeared
un-Beatled. I just hung around and played feedback, and people
got very upset because they recognized me: 'What's he
doing here?' It's always: 'Stay in your bag.' So, when she tried
to rock, they said, 'What's she doing here?' And when I
went with her and tried to be the instrument and not project -
to just be her band, like a sort of like Turner to her Tina,
only her Tina was a different, avant-garde Tina - well, even
some of the jazz guys got upset.
"Everybody has pictures they want you to live up to. But
that's the same as living up to your parents' expectations, or
to society's expectations, or to so-called critics who are just
guys with a typewriter in a little room, smoking and drinking
beer and having their dreams and nightmares, too, but somehow
pretending that they're living in a different, separate world.
That's all right. But there are people who break out of their
bags."
"I remember years ago," I say, "when you and Yoko appeared in
bags at a Vienna press conference."
"Right. We sang a Japanese folk song in the bags. 'Das ist
really you, John? John Lennon in zee bag?' Yeah, it's me. 'But
how do we know ist you?' Because I'm telling you. 'Vy don't you
come out from this bag?' Because I don't want to come out of the
bag. 'Don't you realize this is the Hapsburg palace?' I thought
it was a hotel. 'Vell, it is now a hotel.' They had great
chocolate cake in that Viennese hotel, I remember that. Anyway,
who wants to be locked in a bag? You have to break out of your
bag to keep alive."
"In 'Beautiful Boys,' " I add, "Yoko sings: 'Please never be
afraid to cry . . . / Don't ever be afraid to fly . . . / Don't
be afraid to be afraid.' "
"Yes, it's beautiful. I'm often afraid, and I'm not afraid to
be afraid, though it's always scary. But it's more painful to
try not to be yourself. People spend a lot of time
trying to be somebody else, and I think it leads to terrible
diseases. Maybe you get cancer or something. A lot of tough guys
die of cancer, have you noticed? Wayne, McQueen. I think it has
something to do - I don't know, I'm not an expert - with
constantly living or getting trapped in an image or an illusion
of themselves, suppressing some part of themselves, whether it's
the feminine side or the fearful side.
"I'm well aware of that, because I come from the macho school
of pretense. I was never really a street kid or a tough guy. I
used to dress like a Teddy boy and identify with Marlon Brando
and Elvis Presley, but I was never really in any street fights
or down-home gangs. I was just a suburban kid, imitating the
rockers. But it was a big part of one's life to look tough. I
spent the whole of my childhood with shoulders up around the top
of me head and me glasses off because glasses were sissy, and
walking in complete fear, but with the toughest-looking little
face you've ever seen. I'd get into trouble just because of the
way I looked; I wanted to be this tough James Dean all the time.
It took a lot of wrestling to stop doing that. I still fall into
it when I get insecure. I still drop into that I'm-a-street-kid
stance, but I have to keep remembering that I never really was
one."
"Carl Jung once suggested that people are made up of a
thinking side, a feeling side, an intuitive side and a sensual
side," I mention. "Most people never really develop their weaker
sides and concentrate on the stronger ones, but you seem to have
done the former."
"I think that's what feminism is all about," John replies.
"That's what Yoko has taught me. I couldn't have done it alone;
it had to be a female to teach me. That's it. Yoko has been
telling me all the time, 'It's all right, it's all right.' I
look at early pictures of meself, and I was torn between being
Marlon Brando and being the sensitive poet - the Oscar Wilde
part of me with the velvet, feminine side. I was always torn
between the two, mainly opting for the macho side, because if
you showed the other side, you were dead."
"On Double Fantasy," I say, "your song 'Woman'
sounds a bit like a troubadour poem written to a medieval lady."
" 'Woman' came about because, one sunny afternoon in Bermuda,
it suddenly hit me. I saw what women do for us. Not just what my
Yoko does for me, although I was thinking in those personal
terms. Any truth is universal. If we'd made our album in the
third person and called it Freda and Ada or Tommy
and had dressed up in clown suits with lipstick and created
characters other than us, maybe a Ziggy Stardust, would it be
more acceptable? It's not our style of art; our life is our art.
. . . Anyway, in Bermuda, what suddenly dawned on me was
everything I was taking for granted. Women really are the other
half of the sky, as I whisper at the beginning of the song. And
it just sort of hit me like a flood, and it came out like that.
The song reminds me of a Beatles track, but I wasn't trying to
make it sound like that. I did it as I did 'Girl' many years
ago. So this is the grown-up version of 'Girl.'
"People are always judging you, or criticizing what you're
trying to say on one little album, on one little song, but to me
it's a lifetime's work. From the boyhood paintings and poetry to
when I die - it's all part of one big production. And I don't
have to announce that this album is part of a larger work; if it
isn't obvious, then forget it. But I did put a little clue on
the beginning of the record - the bells . . . the bells on
'Starting Over.' The head of the album, if anybody is
interested, is a wishing bell of Yoko's. And it's like the
beginning of 'Mother' on the Plastic Ono album, which had a very
slow death bell. So it's taken a long time to get from a slow
church death bell to this sweet little wishing bell. And that's
the connection. To me, my work is one piece."
"All the
way through your work, John, there's this incredibly strong
notion about inspiring people to be themselves and to come
together and try to change things. I'm thinking here, obviously,
of songs like 'Give Peace a Chance,' 'Power to the People' and
'Happy Xmas (War Is Over).' "
"It's still there," John replies. "If you look on the vinyl
around the new album's [the twelve-inch single "(Just Like)
Starting Over"] logo - which all the kids have done already
all over the world from Brazil to Australia to Poland, anywhere
that gets the record - inside is written: ONE WORLD, ONE PEOPLE.
So we continue.
"I get truly affected by letters from Brazil or Poland or
Austria - places I'm not conscious of all the time - just to
know somebody is there, listening. One kid living up in
Yorkshire wrote this heartfelt letter about being both Oriental
and English and identifying with John and Yoko. The odd kid in
the class. There are a lot of those kids who identify with us.
They don't need the history of rock & roll. They identify with
us as a couple, a biracial couple, who stand for love, peace,
feminism and the positive things of the world.
"You know, give peace a chance, not shoot people for peace.
All we need is love. I believe it. It's damn hard, but I
absolutely believe it. We're not the first to say, 'Imagine no
countries' or 'Give peace a chance,' but we're carrying that
torch, like the Olympic torch, passing it from hand to hand, to
each other, to each country, to each generation. That's our job.
We have to conceive of an idea before we can do it.
"I've never claimed divinity. I've never claimed purity of
soul. I've never claimed to have the answer to life. I only put
out songs and answer questions as honestly as I can, but
only as honestly as I can - no more, no less. I cannot live
up to other people's expectations of me because they're
illusionary. And the people who want more than I am, or than Bob
Dylan is, or than Mick Jagger is. . . .
"Take Mick, for instance. Mick's put out consistently good
work for twenty years, and will they give him a break? Will they
ever say, 'Look at him, he's Number One, he's thirty-six and
he's put out a beautiful song, "Emotional Rescue," it's up
there.' I enjoyed it, lots of people enjoyed it. So it goes up
and down, up and down. God help Bruce Springsteen when they
decide he's no longer God. I haven't seen him - I'm not a great
'in'-person watcher - but I've heard such good things about him.
Right now, his fans are happy. He's told them about being drunk
and chasing girls and cars and everything, and that's about the
level they enjoy. But when he gets down to facing his own
success and growing older and having to produce it again and
again, they'll turn on him, and I hope he survives it. All he
has to do is look at me and Mick. . . . I cannot be a punk in
Hamburg and Liverpool anymore. I'm older now. I see the world
through different eyes. I still believe in love, peace and
understanding, as Elvis Costello said, and what's so funny about
love, peace and understanding?"
"There's another aspect of your work, which has to do with
the way you continuously question what's real and what's
illusory, such as in 'Look at Me,' your beautiful new 'Watching
the Wheels' - what are those wheels, by the way? - and, of
course, 'Strawberry Fields Forever,' in which you sing: 'Nothing
is real.' "
"Watching the wheels?" John asks. "The whole universe is a
wheel, right? Wheels go round and round. They're my own wheels,
mainly. But, you know, watching meself is like watching
everybody else. And I watch meself through my child, too. Then,
in a way, nothing is real, if you break the word down.
As the Hindus or Buddhists say, it's an illusion, meaning all
matter is floating atoms, right? It's Rashomon. We all
see it, but the agreed-upon illusion is what we live in. And the
hardest thing is facing yourself. It's easier to shout
'Revolution' and 'Power to the people' than it is to look at
yourself and try to find out what's real inside you and what
isn't, when you're pulling the wool over your own eyes. That's
the hardest one.
"I used to think that the world was doing it to me and that
the world owed me something, and that either the conservatives
or the socialists or the fascists or the communists or the
Christians or the Jews were doing something to me; and when
you're a teenybopper, that's what you think. I'm forty now. I
don't think that anymore, 'cause I found out it doesn't fucking
work! The thing goes on anyway, and all you're doing is jacking
off, screaming about what your mommy or daddy or society did,
but one has to go through that. For the people who even bother
to go through that - most assholes just accept what is and get
on with it, right? - but for the few of us who did question what
was going on. . . . I have found out personally - not for the
whole world! - that I am responsible for it, as well as them. I
am part of them. There's no separation; we're all one, so in
that respect, I look at it all and think, 'Ah, well, I have to
deal with me again in that way. What is real? What is the
illusion I'm living or not living?' And I have to deal with it
every day. The layers of the onion. But that is what it's all
about.
"The last album I did before Double Fantasy was
Rock 'n' Roll, with a cover picture of me in Hamburg in a
leather jacket. At the end of making that record, I was
finishing up a track that Phil Spector had made me sing called
'Just Because,' which I really didn't know - all the rest I'd
done as a teenager, so I knew them backward - and I couldn't get
the hang of it. At the end of that record - I was mixing it just
next door to this very studio - I started spieling and saying,
'And so we say farewell from the Record Plant,' and a little
thing in the back of my mind said, 'Are you really
saying farewell?' I hadn't thought of it then. I was still
separated from Yoko and still hadn't had the baby, but somewhere
in the back was a voice that was saying, 'Are you saying
farewell to the whole game?'
"It just flashed by like that - like a premonition. I didn't
think of it until a few years later, when I realized that I had
actually stopped recording. I came across the cover photo - the
original picture of me in my leather jacket, leaning against the
wall in Hamburg in 1962 - and I thought, 'Is this it? Do I start
where I came in, with "Be-Bop-A-Lula"?' The day I met Paul I was
singing that song for the first time onstage. There's a photo in
all the Beatles books - a picture of me with a checked shirt on,
holding a little acoustic guitar - and I am singing
'Be-Bop-A-Lula,' just as I did on that album, and there's a
picture in Hamburg and I'm saying goodbye from the Record Plant.
"Sometimes you wonder, I mean really wonder. I know we make
our own reality and we always have a choice, but how much is
preordained? Is there always a fork in the road and are there
two preordained paths that are equally preordained? There could
be hundreds of paths where one could go this way or that way -
there's a choice and it's very strange sometimes. . . . And
that's a good ending for our interview."
Jack Douglas, coproducer of Double Fantasy, has
arrived and is overseeing the mix of Yoko's songs. It's 2:30 in
the morning, but John and I continue to talk until four as Yoko
naps on a studio couch. John speaks of his plans for touring
with Yoko and the band that plays on Double Fantasy; of
his enthusiasm for making more albums; of his happiness about
living in New York City, where, unlike England or Japan, he can
raise his son without racial prejudice; of his memory of the
first rock & roll song he ever wrote (a takeoff on the Dell
Vikings' "Come Go with Me," in which he changed the lines to:
"Come come come come / Come and go with me / To the
peni-tentiary"); of the things he has learned on his many trips
around the world during the past five years. As he walks me to
the elevator, I tell him how exhilarating it is to see Yoko and
him looking and sounding so well. "I love her, and we're
together," he says. "Goodbye, till next time."
"After all
is really said and done / The two of us are really one," John
Lennon sings in "Dear Yoko," a song inspired by Buddy Holly, who
himself knew something about true love's ways. "People asking
questions lost in confusion / Well I tell them there's no
problem, only solutions," sings John in "Watching the Wheels," a
song about getting off the merry-go-round, about letting it go.
In the tarot, the Fool is distinguished from other cards
because it is not numbered, suggesting that the Fool is outside
movement and change. And as it has been written, the Fool and
the clown play the part of scapegoats in the ritual sacrifice of
humans. John and Yoko have never given up being Holy Fools. In a
recent Playboy interview, Yoko, responding to a
reference to other notables who had been interviewed in that
magazine, said: "People like Carter represent only their
country. John and I represent the world." I am sure many readers
must have snickered. But three nights after our conversation,
the death of John Lennon revealed Yoko's statement to be
astonishingly true. "Come together over me," John had sung, and
people everywhere in the world came together.
