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					-Bill Cosby

Monday, October 03, 2005


Imagine there's no "Imagine ..."

If John Lennon's "Imagine" didn't exist, Mark Steyn would have had to invent it:

Scardino’s [Broadway] staging of the number ["Imagine"] presents it as a piece of self-conscious non-staging, in tribute to its “authenticity.” “Imagine” is an amazing song: an article of faith for people who have none, it’s astonishing how deeply it’s penetrated in a mere three decades to every corner of the culture. At my daughter’s school a couple of Christmases back, it was the grand finale of the holiday concert. The music department had thoughtfully printed the lyrics on the program, and the teacher, inviting the parents to sing along, declared the number summed up what we were all “praying” for: “Imagine there’s no heaven/ It’s easy if you try/ No hell below us/ Above us only sky/ Imagine all the people/ Living for today.”

Ah, that’s the message of the season, isn’t it? Happy holidays! The next time I heard those words was when I switched on the TV a few months later and saw a half-Jewish/half-Muslim choir backing Bill Clinton, who was up on stage crooning them down the cleavage of some hot Zionist babe as the top-of-the-bill lounge act at Shimon Peres’ birthday party. I am not making this up. I wish I were. But I doubt any “creative writer” would ever create such a scene: Too implausible—or rather, all too plausible but too obviously tacky. Yet it happened. And there’s more imagination in President Clinton’s staging of the song than anything in Lennon. In fact, in its own way, the mesmeric garishness of the Islamo-Zionist “Imagine” is a greater tribute to its composer than anything in this lamely predictable biotuner.

Doesn’t a show about Lennon owe us more than just the droning vamp and the company stepping forward to intone the sacred text? Shouldn’t it at least give us an “and then I wrote” moment? Wouldn’t it be productive to explore the song’s meaning as Lennon saw it and his own ambivalence toward the sentiments? You may say he’s a dreamer, but he’s not—whatever the moonily devoted young company sleepwalking downstage may think. I mentioned a couple of years ago the flurry of stories about how Lennon was a very generous contributor not just to organizations that support and fund the IRA, but to the IRA itself. He could imagine there’s no countries and nothing to kill or die for, but until that blessed day he was happy to chip in his tuppence-ha’penny to support an organization willing to blow the legs off grannies in shopping centers. Lennon grew rich peddling fluffy multiculti pap to the masses, but he didn’t fall for it himself.

Registration is required to read this whole piece (a review of Broadway's new Lennon bio). It's very quick, though, and you won't be disappointed. Steyn suggests, among other things, that -- despite the hagiographical impulses of the music "critics" -- it's McCartney's music that will last, not Lennon's. Steyn's piece also reminds me that talented people like Lennon are rarely as vapid as their latter-day disciples make them seem.

(Hat tip: Ed Driscoll)

8 Comments:

Blogger stewdog said...

Hey, let's put the X back in Xmas.
And Paul McCartney is overrated.

October 03, 2005 10:07 AM  
Blogger Conservative in Virginia said...

At my daughter’s school a couple of Christmases back, it was the grand finale of the holiday concert.

Egad! I could've written that myself! The principal sang it to an audience of little kids and parents preparing for Christmas, Hanukkah, and Ramadan.

Imagine there's no heaven ...
No hell below us ...
No religion too...


Fortunately, the kids were little and all they did was laugh uncontrollably at their principal singing "You-hoo-oo-oo-ooo"

October 03, 2005 10:32 AM  
Blogger Kate Marie said...

CIV, I'm an adult, and *I* laugh uncontrollably at anyone singing "You-hoo-ooo-ooo-ooo." I wonder if more people have experienced the "Imagine" performance at a children's "holiday" concert than we'll ever know.

Stewdog, McCartney is *under*rated, but history will correct that.

October 03, 2005 11:20 AM  
Blogger stewdog said...

Only if the collective IQ of the population dramatically declines to the point that "Silly Love Songs" is considered a classic.
Saccarine Yuck. He needed the whacked edge of John Lennon to pull him back from the pop abyss.

October 03, 2005 11:23 AM  
Blogger Kate Marie said...

I'll take "Silly Love Songs" over "Imagine" every time. And I'll take "Yesterday" over anything John Lennon ever did. There's a *reason* "Yesterday" is overplayed, after all. I can get tired of most post-Beatles Lennon tunes after just one hearing. :)

October 03, 2005 11:29 AM  
Blogger stewdog said...

"Yesterday" is a great song. Notice how he wrote it during his collaberation with Lennon?
Michelle is a great song. Notice how he wrote it duiring his collaberation with Lennon?
Do we see a pattern emerging here?
Now compare those songs with the post split dreck of "Band With The Runs".

October 03, 2005 11:37 AM  
Blogger Jeff said...

CIV, that is a really funny image--and a case of the kids knowing better than the over-serious adults. "You-hoo-oo-oo-ooo" indeed.

This is the first I'm hearing about kids being made to sing "Imagine" at holiday concerts. Is it really that widespread? What an insipid and terribly inappropriate choice.

October 03, 2005 1:37 PM  
Blogger stewdog said...

Agree. Terribly inappropriate for a "Holiday" program (Rudolf the red nose nihilist. . "). Might be ok for the first holy astral projection at the local ashram.

October 03, 2005 2:25 PM  

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