A Rambling: the most venerated Beatle.

      I came across a later picture of John Lennon on the internet, which complements his sometimes strained, stripped voice in a vulnerable sense. After seeing this image, I began pondering why I admire this man to such a celestial degree. John Winston Lennon; a revered man known for his dry-wit, horn-rimmed glasses, greek fisherman's cap and indelible thirst for the love and affection for his art-nouveau, femme-fatal; Yoko-Ono. Lennon has also been linked with some pop band in the mid 20th century, whose name is a derisive insult toward orthology; The Beatles. The Beatles as a whole, were considered to be a loutish four piece leading the throng of hipsters in the 60's toward adverse societal convention with John Lennon leading the four piece draped in the outwardly rebellious leather jacket and oil slick pants (which would have been enough to make Michelle Pfeiffer blush in the early 90's). Although Lennon's earliest outfits adhere to the progressive saga of the bee-bop 50's and swingin' 60's, he also manifested the Teddy Boy look with a swopped D.A. (Ducks Arse; due to the meeting point at the back of the head resembling a ducks bottom). There was always something enigmatic about the way he would wear the trendy threads, as opposed to Ringo or Paul, which is why The Beatles as an entity were merely a preliminary chin-wag fest for an extended decade. During this decade, Lennon became more cognizant with subtle swoops of self-deprecation mildly sauteed before being consumed by the audience. An early version of Lennon's "Jealous Guy" from Imagine can be found circulating the internet under the name "Child of Nature", which he composed during his Beatles tenor. 

Lennon being pictured for an Andy Warhol adaptation.

      Discussing John Lennon's achievements isn't to disparage any of The Beatles' work as a whole as they mastered the love song with a conflation of feathery harmonies and smooth fingers (such as with "Baby, it's you" from Please Please Me), but John Lennon's solo career was something of a grotty nod to Nietzsche and the inexplicable street-wise imitation of God and self-realization that comes from isolation and unabated bouts of staring in the mirror; all of which have been streamlined into a poets Shangri-la. The moment I realized John Lennon's true greatness and what I perceive to be his magnum opus, is when I heard the track "God" from his debut solo album Plastic Ono Band. The opening line is a vortex to which one could lose their forever damned mind in as it really ought to adorn the front pages of every monotheistic and polytheistic text, as well as being stapled to Richard Dawkin's tongue; "God is a concept by which we measure our pain". As well as creating, in my opinion, the greatest song of all time apropos to self-realization, he also breaks down the concept of an illusory with a comforting resolve in the song as it haunts any John Lennon fan when thinking of the tragic, mournful, lamentable, interpolate synonym, interpolate synonym etc. etc. night when some bedraggled, fat tosser with an over-active thyroid gland decided he liked a J.D. Salinger book a little to much and John Lennon's Double Fantasy not so much. The most poignant part of all of the documentaries on Lennon and biographies dispatched from the vaginas of said women on an annual basis, is the sagely words echoed by a clairvoyant Lennon as he stated "I'm not afraid of death because I don't believe in it. It's just getting out of one car, and into another'". It was because of quotes such as that which make John Winston Lennon's veneration even more justified.