Rock Meme-JL

Today being JL’s birthday, it was obvious who I’d pick for this game I picked up from Mr. Lefty.

Here’s how you play: Pick a musical artist or band. Now fill out this questionnaire using only song titles. (I limited this to songs performed by John as opposed to the Beatles. You’ll note that I couldn’t stop with one choice.)

Artist/Band: John Lennon
Are you male or female: Jealous Guy; Beautiful Boy
Describe yourself: Working Class Hero; We’re All Water
How do some people feel about you: Crippled Inside; God
How do you feel about yourself: Just Like Starting Over; Hard Times Are Over
Describe what you want to be: I Don’t Want to Be a Soldier; Sweet Little Sixteen
Describe how you live: Watching the Wheels; Slippin’ and Slidin’
Describe how you love: Oh Yoko; Dear Yoko; Two Virgins
Share a few words of wisdom: Power to the People; Give Peace a Chance

I’d love especially for you non-bloggers (MR with the Beatles, MAK with whomever, this means YOU) to take a shot and post in my response area for other artists. (Or MAK, you could actually START that blog…)

And I liked this exercise so much I may do it again. Be forewarned.

Oprah got it wrong

Recent JEOPARDY! clue, paraphrased because I failed to write it down: “Photographer of a naked John Lennon and a fully-clothed Yoko Ono.”

I was John.

My sister Leslie was Paul. Paul is left-handed. And he was CUTE. (Say that last word with four syllables.)

Our neighbor Mary Jane was Ringo because he LOVED Ringo (three sylables on LOVED.)

Baby sister Marcia was George, because, frankly we needed someone to be George. Leslie and I pretty much told her she would be George. She wasn’t happy because George didn’t have many lead vocals.

And I was John, because he was the leader, the smart one, the clever one.

Now that I think of it, our relationship with Marcia in this context was not unlike John and Paul’s with George. And MJ was like Ringo in that she was the final piece, and she pretty much stayed out of the squabbling.

We got our broomsticks and MJ got a Quaker oatmeal box. We charged the neighbor kids two or five cents each to watch us lip-synch to Beatles VI, the playlist of which is here. You’ll see that George got only one lead vocal, thus the source of Marcia’s contentiousness. Being lead guitarist didn’t seem quite as impressive to her.

We did this gig two or three times, at least.

So when Paul McCartney was on Oprah’s show promoting “Flaming Pie” back in 1997, and Oprah proclaimed that she was the Beatles’ biggest black fan when she was a child, she did not have any idea what she was talking about.

Did Oprah perform Beatles’ songs in public? Did Ms. Harpo commit to memory the songwriter credits for all of the Beatles’ albums and singles? Did she know the catalog numbers of the albums?

I think NOT.

So, move over, lady, ’cause I’m claiming the throne.

Of course, I’m doing all of this Beatle musing because it’s Sean Ono Lennon’s 30th birthday today. Does THAT make me feel old! I remember when he was born.

And, yes, it would have been John Lennon’s 65th birthday today as well.

I have pictures of my family on my desk, but the only photo on the wall of my office is of John Lennon, circa 1972. It was given to me some years ago by my old FantaCo compatriot, Beatleologist and FOH (Friend of Hembeck), Rocco Nigro. Still one of my favorite presents, ever.

The answer: Who was Annie Leibovitz? BTW, I’ve seen people get that answer wrong by saying LEE-BO-WITZ, rather than LEE-BO-VITZ. The photo in question is here.
Finally, my heart reaches out to those affected by disasters: a 7.6 earthquake in South Asia, and Hurricane Stan, which is pelting Central America.

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