What's wrong with Imagine?

Few songs attract so much opprobrium from rock snobs yet so much love from people all around the world. It is an anthem of the peace movement globally, and in my fairly limited experience of travelling, it was used as a kind of universal currency, a shortcut to making friends and connecting with people - almost as much as football. As soon as people would discover we were English, it wasn't long before they'd reach for Lennon, and it was always 'Imagine' they'd play, with some gesture of profundity or solidarity.

OK, so the bloke singing 'imagine there's no posessions' had a few quid, and was hardly a model of good behaviour, but as a song in itself there's not a lot wrong with the sentiments are there?

I was fourteen when my Dad interrupted my Public Enemy obsession with 'Shaved Fish', after I heard 'Instant Karma' on a Nike ad, but it was 'Imagine' that blew my mind. It seemed like the most profound thing in the world. Maybe that's the problem - maybe it's just a naive fourteen year old tyoe of song. But, in a world grown savagely complicated, maybe a bit of naivety and simplicity is what's called for.

Not a bad tune either.

So, what's wrong with Imagine?

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set to music.

Nothing wrong with it at all.

Divorced from context, a millionaire saying imagine no possessions is pretty silly I suppose, it's a very well intentioned lyric - kind of Humanist I suppose.

Nice tune too.

I've always liked it.

It's a beautiful song.

20% the song being a little hypocritical.

80% the song having seemed so very wise at age 14.

Would love to hear it again with fresh ears.

I'm sorry but it is the worst kind of maudlin rubbish from a bad-tempered, hypocritical, violent nitwit that I have ever heard. He did so many better songs than this drivel.

And not liking a song that millions of people love does not make you a 'Rock Snob'. See also 'Everybody Hurts'

'Automatic For The People' on the day it was released and thinking 'Everybody Hurts' was a beautiful song. I can't listen to it now, though - beyond overexposed.

current Lennon bashing. It seems disproportionate and extreme. He had some problems, yes, and the sad tale of his first marriage and estrangement from Julian does not sit well. However, trained psychologists would be able to say more about that. He could be narky, sarky and and a hypocrite, as can all of us. He could also be kind, loving, funny and warm. That's why so many people that knew him loved him. He didn't go around duffing people up and being generally abusive. Complex, flawed, but with a great talent and a very decent side to him as well. How many people could handle the fame, pressure and baggage of being a Beatle, with all the childhood trauma to carry around as well ? Taking pot shots at him for being this horrible thug seems to be in vogue these days, but it's facile and way off the mark.

ps: I don't particularly like Imagine. I find it maudlin and simplsitic, but a great anthem for the kiddies. Get 'em thinking.

(and 42 years down the track I don't care if I never hear it again), I'm sure Lennon wrote it with the best of intentions and most of the lyrics (eg "nothing to kill or die for") still hold up today.

I'm not Lennon bashing, I did say he wrote much better songs. #9 Dream is a fantastic song and Nobody Told Me is pretty good too. I don't think he made an Album that is as good as McCartney 1 and 2 or Ram but he was one of the greatest songwriters of the 20th Century without a doubt.

I didn't mean to infer that you were - I was referring to the current tedious vogue of Lennon bashing in general.

Agree with all that you've said. That a damaged child became a damaged adult is no great surprise. As you point out correctly, he was very well loved by those who knew him. This absolutist tendency to trash someone because they have not behaved like a saint is entirely devoid of compassion or understanding.

Well put, and as for Martha's comment, I completely agree about McCartney bashing as well. The whole thing is juvenile and frankly ludicrous.

People do get carried away with the Lennon bashing. Case in point: A nasty article posted last year on Listserve.com called "10 unpleasant facts about John Lennon." It is probably the harshest attack on him that I think I've ever read (http://listverse.com/2012/05/12/top-10-unpleasant-facts-about-john-lennon/). But what about the tedious vogue of McCartney bashing? That's been happening for the past 40 years and continues to this day. It's just as tiresome and, worse, those attacks were used to undermine his critical reputation and elevate Lennon's.

It's odd how people still think that to praise McCartney, you have to bash Lennon, or vice versa.

Of course they were no angels but considering the insane level of scrutiny they were and are under, it's amazing how relatively down-to-earth they stayed.

Anybody that brilliant and successful deserves a shoeing. Wouldn't happen in any other country.

I think you'll find that in Ireland we have turned it into a national sport.
**pushes effigy of Bono in front of train**

A British Isles thing ...

but that's entirely understandable.

at play, because of the deification of Lennon over the last three decades since his murder, propagated a lot by Yoko Ono and which a surface interpretation of Imagine just adds to.

By all accounts, he doesn't seem to have been the most pleasant bloke to be around, but then again a lot of rock stars are twats.

For many years it was "Saint" John Lennon vs. "Devil" Paul McCartney. Now it seems it's "National Treasure" McCartney vs. "Nasty Piece Of Work" Lennon.

Seemingly you can't like either one without hating the other, but f*** that for a game of soldiers. They both have/had their good and bad points as human beings and both were/are brilliant songwriters.

from the radio in several oppressive countries (apartheid-era South Africa included) because of the shock-horror line "Imagine no religion".

Mind you, the Beatles were already banished from the South African airwaves for five years following Lennon's 1966 "bigger than Jesus" line. Ironically, Fabs' music could be freely heard in SA on radio stations from neighbouring countries, so the ban was beyond pointless.

And it's not just the possessions schtick, that always gets played up. No, Lennon's dunderheaded musings suggest we imagine the absence of everything. It is, as Andrew Harrison said, not about peace but oblivion.

"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one" (disagree with me and you're the one who's wrong)
"I hope one day you'll join us, and the world will live as one" (disagree with me and the world's problems are your fault).

Stalin would have been proud.

It's a horrible horrible piece of poorly thought out totalitarianism. The piano playing is shit, too. Rudimentary and repetitive to the point of soporific.

I think you might be overthinking this, old top.

The dreamer bit surely means - 'it sounds like this is impossible, but loads of us feel the same way'

Stalin wasn't even the best dictator in the USSR.

His solo albums are crap as well.

Lennon, then.

Apart from that asinine diddle-diddle-dum piano fill at the end of every sodding line, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it at all.

"Imagine" is one of the most pernicious pieces of music ever recorded. Whenever you hear its plinky-plonking intro infiltrating your inner space, do what I've been doing for the last forty years: make a lunge for the radio and stab that fucker off with pure, crystalline, concentrated disdain.

It's easy if you try.

You know - *makes sensitive face*. Macca wrote a bunch, too. What Lennon needed, about a third of the way into that song, is a punch in the throat.

borne from a child's point of view trying to make sense of an adult world that is truly insane.

Simple, simplistic, naive, nonsense? Hell, yes, all of these. Like Hotel California, Freebird and Stairway to Heaven it's just a cracking good song, somewhat overplayed. Here's a way of hearing it differently, by someone even more derided than Lennon, but it is still great. It's Jack Johnson.
(I even like the Avril Lavigne version, godammit!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHCPfs6EGCA
(Great post, Chiminey)

So, you live in Hawaii with your wife and family, play music and record it with your mates (in Hawaii), seem a really nice bloke, and poddle off round the world on tours now again, generally having a happy and successful time. Jack Johnson, where did it all go wrong?

I like his first two albums, though they are practically the theme tune to every Fat Face shop in the land.

the worst-ever Word Magazine cover, bar none.

That carefully cultivated beach bum image: bare feet, baggy pants, rubbish haircut, slightly stoned countenance. Mmmm... nice.

I sentence you to sitting on the shelf next to the "Dido" issue...

beyond bland on white bread, but he just captures the innocent naivity of the song in a way I find quite cheering.

named Donavon Frankenreiter, another surfer dude who makes music in the same style.

The way he spells his name has only added to the rampant Donovan/Donavan confusion on the internet, too.

If you think of it as I do as being moving because it is a hopeless ideal in the face of a fucked up, endlessly barbaric world then it works, for me at least, 'imagine' being the key word. I would say it's got a Yoko influence in the lyric - the words like a provocation to ponder. People take lyrics too literally, what was just a thought at a moment in time to fit a tune is taken as seriously stated intent to be held against the author for all time.

Which has certainly come unpicked in recent years, in part because people have realised Macca wasn't the Devil Incarnate. I also think people subscribed to Saint John as a sort of sympathy to Yoko who is a flawed person maybe but was treated abominably. Its not his best song. Its also associated with Liverpool Airport - I don't like Liverpool Airport at all. Or the statue of him there.

But, come on - totalitarian?

I can't stand Yesterday. Gives me hives.

I love that too. I have a thing for revisiting overplayed songs after a cooling off period. I found 'scrambled eggs' had a whole new meaning to me as an adult

he should have stuck with the egg theme. That would have made a far superior song than the sentimental dirge it became. People relate to eggs.

except for Seriously.

Macca supposedly went to see Delia Derbyshire in the 60s with a view to turning it into some bizarre, pre-Kraftwerk radiophonic techno-hymn. Nothing came of it and they went with the syrupy version instead. True.

opportunity missed!

Yesterday is a work of genius that will be played as long as people play music.

Anyway, I neither love nor hate Imagine. I've had periods of hating it, but it's reasonably ignorable. I think my main reason for disliking it was always more about its invention of all that piano-in-a-white-room "sensitive" bollocks so beloved of, erm, anyone who wants to have a hit that gets played last at wedding discos.

Imagine there's no Angels
It isn't hard to do.
No Don't Look Back In Anger
And no chuffing Someone Like Youuuuu

is the reincarnation of Harry Houdini. This is FACT. Why else would he keep warbling out requests to be confined/concealed, eh ? Yesterday, World Without Love... Either that or he's clairvoyant and was developing a crush on Terry Waite and hungered for some private quality time withn him, decades before it would have been possible.

"Yesterday" has a melody that is actually interesting. Just the chords of the "Why she had to go" bit alone leave the whole "Imagine" gasping in their wake.

A-woo-hoo, oh oh oh.

Such a gorgeous song. Nothing syrupy about it, IMO. I actually like the song even more nowadays when he sings it in his old-man voice. It's quite moving.

My GLW has the family car tuned to on a classics FM station and it came on while I was on some errand or other. It was a nice change and I had an opportunity to listen to it all.

Mind you, I can be emotionally stirred by Angry Anderson's "Suddenly" so I am a lightweight from way back.

Musically it just plods like it wants to be put out of its misery. Lyrically it's like someone's cut & pasted some lines from The Little Book of Buddhism. Terrible terrible song.

Sung by a hypocrite, filmed in his Wentworth mansion over an utter dirge. He had the temerity to mock McCartney for his "muzak". Lennon was far better spouting poison.

An appalling song. The one song that gets my rock snob hackles rising more than any other. My Room 101 song. I can't ignore it as Bob mentions above. It gnaws away at my sub conscious - I want to break any radio I hear it on. The song that will be playing in Dante's 5th circle when I reach it.

You're on the fence then?

Ouch

Of Norwgeian wood I assume

rich and believe in a better world at the same time ? Naive perhaps, a bit of a dull song, but just why was he a hypocrite ? Giving all your money away isn't the answer.

This isn't necessarily my own view, but I believe the general accusation is that he wrote Imagine while obsessively stockpiling possessions in the Dakota building, and that his vision for world peace was slightly at odds with his history of knocking women about and generally enjoying a bit of a tear-up.

I'm far from a Beatles scholar, so I can't speak to the veracity of either accusation, but those are the two I generally hear leveled against Lennon when it comes to these lyrics.

was living in Ascot at the time, and hadn't yet moved to the US, and as for 'knocking women about' I'm only aware of one instance when he was at Art School where he hit Cynthia. She forgave him and said how profoundly sorry and guilty he was about the incident. The view of him going around beating up women and generally fighting all the time is utter bollocks.

I gather that the root source of a lot of this conjecture is an old interview he gave to Playboy:

http://www.recmusicbeatles.com/public/files/bbs/jl_yo.playboy/lennon4.html

" I used to be cruel to my woman, and physically -- any woman. I was a hitter. I couldn't express myself and I hit. I fought men and I hit women."

Again, I'm not a Beatles fan and I haven't so much as flicked through Revolution In the Head, so it may be that all that stuff is nonsense, but there you go.

What I would add is that human beings are human beings. They're flawed and they sometimes do bad things. That shouldn't prevent them from attempting to spread a positive message and improve both themselves and those around them.

The interview goes on:

"That is why I am always on about peace, you see. It is the most violent people who go for love and peace. Everything's the opposite. But I sincerely believe in love and peace. I am not violent man who has learned not to be violent and regrets his violence. I will have to be a lot older before I can face in public how I treated women as a youngster."

If that's what he said, then I think it's commendably honest.

during his self confessed 'shouting his mouth off' period. He had decided to become a self confessed feminist martyr and was prone to gross exageration as a result. Confronted by real violence in Liverpool/Hamburg, he was one of the first to leg it. He liked macho posturing though due to his chronic insecurity. His family and friends were aware of this mouthing off period, and were bewildered and sometimes hurt. He liked to 'big things up', did John, and had a serious gift for the gab. I've known and spoken to people who knew him, and 'hard man John' is a myth. In fact, it made them laugh. Gobby and sarcy yes. Hard ? Nope.

He also hit May Pang (his girlfriend during the "lost weekend"), according to her books. And there are multiple reports (including from May Pang) that he hit Yoko, too. And there were other incidents: Like when an American female reporter asked him a question in 65 or 66 that he considered impertinent (it was some question about whether he was faithful to his wife), he smacked her in the face. I'm sure Brian Epstein had a challenge hushing that up. So it wasn't just one incident, unfortunately.

I actually don't mind Imagine most of the time but I do think the preachiness of it wears thin. And it's not just the "imagine no possessions" by the rich guy with a house full of possessions, it's the "imagine all the people living live in peace" coming from the guy who was so hurtful to so many of his friends, and it's the "imagine no religion" coming from the guy who based life decisions on astrology and the position of the stars, etc. But then, he was singing about an ideal -- not a reality. Maybe it was something he was aspiring to himself.

denied actually hitting in what I've read, but said they had did have some fierce fights in which they both gave it some. As for May Pang, her cash-in memoirs are dubious to say the least. I've not heard about the female reporter though.

Many people would say that Yoko has been cashing in on John for quite a while. I'm not sure why May Pang's claims are any more dubious than what Yoko says. And May Pang adored John. She actually defends him quite often. But she didn't lie about the violence. If John gets credit for his honesty in admitting that he hit women, why shouldn't May Pang get credit for her honesty in admitting that this man she loved also hit her a couple times?

Edited to add: I don't think John was a serial abuser. These incidents weren't frequent but can't be dismissed as a one-off. But I do find it admirable that he tried hard to control himself in this regard, and he was honest about that struggle.

to sound like some sort of ligger here, but one of my previous girlfriends knew some of the people involved quite well, and ALLEGEDLY, all may not be entirely accurate re memoirs. As for Yoko 'cashing in', I think she's entitled to, to be honest. She was his partner in every sense and he asked her to take care of what was the family business. Tacky, at times ? Well, yes, but I don't think cashing in is an entirely fair description.

edited.

...even THINK about apologising in case people might think you're "some sort of ligger", just because you know May Pang's grocer or someone who used to live next door to Cynthia or whatever.

Context is crucial.

And the context around here is that we are ALL tiny specks of insignificance made invisible by the giant shadow of MOJO WORKING - a man who has seen, met, befriended, advised, hung out with and discarded more icons of popular culture than you or I even know exist.

But aside from that: me, I don't like the song and I found the Olympic ceremony thing with JL's face being deified to that music to be sickening.

In my humble defense Colin, and you're no wallflower when it comes to the hanging gardens of babylon what is muso legends either, I do know Meatloaf's proctoligist's chimney sweep (they're currently locked in some sort of patent rights litigation) and that chick from Fleetwood Mac's arse coke blower's dental hygienist's niece.

......and the tune is such a dirge.......

Anyway, according to wiki it's not one. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dirge

production - warm and organic. The lyrics are so good that people are still debating their merits forty years later. The vocal is fantastic, especially the way he sings "you-hoo-oo-oo" to move to the chorus - that's why John Lennon was special. People who go "How can he sing 'imagine no possessions' when he's dead rich like?" are being fatuous. Lennon had an imagination - this meant he could imagine things - the song encourages others to do likewise and is a little prayer for peace. It's a song. He wrote some other ones that were angry and cynical and they're good as well.

that is considered public domain, like Happy Birthday, even though it is still covered by standard copyright. It's also a song that is open to misinterpretation, like people who use Sting's Every Breath You Take as their wedding song thinking it's a love song. The song has become a totem and a shorthand for people to express a wish that everyone in the world would just rub along nicely. It's no different to the Hilltop commercial for Coca Cola in that respect.

It's a song that says far more about the listener than about its composer. It's interesting that it's used as a means of showing Lennon to be a hypocrite because he was rich and because he could behave abominably. I don't understand this way of thinking. It denies Lennon the right to be more than one thing in his own mind and body, to be something more than the trappings of his fame and wealth. It denies him the right to be an artist if he is judged solely by his possessions and relationships with people around him. It strikes me as counter-intuitive: to consider an artist as someone who is not complex and only worthy of judgement on a moral or ethical level or by the same standards we set ourselves as non-artists.

Again, it's this idea that his personality is now public domain, along with his music. There is no private life for Lennon anymore in the same way that there is no private space for Imagine.

It's a song wishing for a better world. He's not saying "I've nailed this life malarkey, now just all watch closely and do as I do".

As you say, this 'way of thinking' precludes the artist being imaginative (no pun intended) and able to transcend his particular circumstances.

I share a surname with this particular Beatle. I started a new school September 1980. By the end of the year, following the events of December the 8th 1980 I'd had enough already of people singing Imagine or worse Woman at me. That song brings me out in a rash, it's the worse days of secondary school in musical form. It even smells like the old school building, and scratches like my old school uniform. Hearing it is like being choked by my old school tie.

Sod right off.

...and I've posted this quotation before but it seems pretty appropriate in this instance: ‘A writer’s reputation is twofold,’ Philip Larkin wrote in 1975: ‘what we think of his work, and what we think of him. What’s more, we expect the two halves to relate: if they don’t, then one or other of our opinions alters until they do.’

People can have their annual Lennon-bash on here as usual. Won't stop most of the world thinking he's one of the best rock singers ever and one of the best writers. And he was in what is widely regarded as the best band. The naysayers can stick with their Bon Jovis and Bonny Prince Billies like the narrow-minded hypocritics they are for all I care.

There's a scene in the "making of" film where he plays it for the first time to either George Harrison or Phil Spector (can't remember) and says something similar to "I like this one...", it's just something for the new album, amongst several others. I don't think he necessarily meant it as his ultimate statement. It wasn't even released as a single at the time (in the UK) and only became this huge monolith thing after his murder.

Here's a less familiar arrangement with lyric changes (his final live performance) :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfgVhE1M6ns

"He's a dreamer!" which pull the rug out from the solemnity of the song and remind you of the uproariously funny John Lennon.

Barry Sheene?

Alan Yentob?

Knock yourself out.

I think it gave Coldplay a licence to trade and can be reasonably pilloried on those grounds alone. I also think it's a dirge. One of those songs that are claimed to be classics when you're young so you think they are. Then you grow up and realise that it's just a bit of 6th form poetry set to someone trying to pick out a few chords on a piano.

in addition to the Coldplay bit, it also allowed Noel Gallagher to "mis-appropriate" those piano chords into 'Don't Look Back In Anger' which gave rise to a new, and incredibly annoying wave of buskers and annoying gits at parties whipping their acoustic guitar out (think Father Ted trying to get the chords to My Lovely Horse) to stay in touch with their feelings, man.

When "Imagine" finally arrives at the Pearly Gates, St Peter will note that it's sins far outweigh the righteousness and banish Imagine to the Inferno, where it will torment me forever more. In this version for the purposes of illustration, St Peter is St Peter the Cat, as in Tom and Jerry. Thang ewe

and Oasis I'm sure they could have come up with the idea of playing a C chord on the piano followed by an F and then back again anyway.

But there's nary an original sequence in Gallagher's back catalogue. Page, Harrison, Lennon, McCartney, Hill, Lea, Weller, Jones, Matlock....all ruthlessly asset stripped

as a wise man said further upthread.

As for the "naive" lyrics, he was going through his New Left phase and my understanding was that it was meant to be an anthem to socialism(?)

I couldn't agree more about the Lennon-bashing - tedious and reductive. He was never any less than a raw, complex, open personality, shaped to a large extent by his Dad's departure and his mother's untimely death (the latter of which was something he shared in common with Macca, and one reason why they bonded, according to Ian McDonald).

Oh, and Bob's half-right about Yesterday - the melody's certainly a work of genius. I love the chamber strings as well; poignant but never syrupy.

A few days ago I tweeted: "The further away I get from being a teenager, the further away I get from solo Lennon."

I was 14 in 1988 and I went to see the Imagine documentary in the cinema. It blew me away. I hadn't seen any of it before: The white piano, the bed-ins, the performances, the charisma - how could you not find it cool?

Three years later and Elvis Costello releases a single, "The Other Side of Summer" which features the lyrics:

Was it a millionaire
Who said Imagine No Possession
A Poos little Schoolboy
Who said we don't need no lessons

And as a result I questioned the song, and what it, and its writer represented.

It's not Imagine's fault that people's enjoyment of it and its impact have been blunted by familiarity. However the song does itself no favours by being inexticably tethered to that image of the white piano and the white mansion in soft focus. Overall, John's image in death has leaned far too heavily on Imagine/Peace/face-doodles and gone away from the cynical, funny, honest, intense side of him which made him interesting, and more importantly, entertaining.

It has many faults as an anthem, as a tune, and it is easy to pull apart its logic. I don't hold its sentiment as sacrosanct, I'm not particularly anxious for to hear the song ever again, however its message was a signpost for me in evolving into the person I am now. I'm sure that's true for many others.

A final point worth discussing is the worth of Lennon's solo catalogue withour Imagine. It looms large and if it didn't exist, is there any other Lennon song that would have taken it's place? There really isn't any other solo Lennon track that has a lot of popular traction. It's as if John has this one song which is HUGELY known whereas Paul has a bunch of solo stuff that was popular (Maybe I'm Amazed, Live & Let Die, Band On The Run) and which remains popular, but there isn't one solo Paul song that dominates above others.

It was watching the Imagine documentary last night that inspired the OP.

I'd argue that 'Jealous Guy' and 'Instant Karma' are very well known Lennon songs and certainly everyone knows them when they come on at our pub, but 'Happy Christmas (War Is Over)' is the only other Imagine-sized one.

I definitely prefer cynical, sarcastic John - I loathe that cartoon specs and nose image in particular. The Ratlle Yer Jewellery, In His Own Write, About the Awful, I Am The Walrus figure is the one I am most drawn to, but I find Imagine more disarming for that. The idea that he was struggling to be a better man is one I identify with more and more as I get older, feeling regret for being a harsh divisive figure as a youth. I could be a hostile, rude, occasionally cruel lad in my twenties, especially when drunk or on drugs, but I like to think I get a bit better every day, not always successfully. I see a lot of his later work as resulting from a man fighting those tensions.

Not all of us are good people all the time, and I find him an infinitely fascinating character because of that.

...the raging against the dying of the light has its mellowing and reflective moments.

It's still a risible song though!

But there's not a lot wrong with the sentiment.

I'd sooner people listened to it than Sarah Palin, the EDL or Abu Qatada.

I guess I was trying to get to that point too. In the context of having a rock snob arguement down the pub, I would mock Imagine, throw it in the bin, and take up my usual pro-Macca stance. However, in the grand scheme of things, the world is a better place for the song existing and, as you say, I'd rather people listened to it and have a bit of a think instead of going elsewhere for their opinions. Imagine is a force for good - I just don't really like it anymore myself!

wouldn't have touched it, too saccharine (this may not be true)

An original and an eccentric with some lovely tunes and a great voice

But saccharine as shite

On another thread, we indulged in a lot of Beatles' revision, which fantasised about them staying together right through to 1980. How about a Beatles double A side single of Imagine & My Sweet Lord? Talk about an overdose of sugar!! I find both equally sickening, albeit in contrasting ways.

That's fighting talk, Tigger Squire!

Put'em up Shanti.

It makes my toes curl. You could argue the melody is better 9if not stolen) & there is nothing about material wealth but, then, the lyrics don't amount to much anyway! If Imagine is naive, so is My Sweet Lord.

Its not an impulse I share at all, but its about surrender to an external power, and George obviously really needed that feeling (which is not to say he achieved it). Lennon's song is about the opposite - imagine none of that exists and everyone just accepts that its just us and we are all we have. Its closer to what I think but its less emotionally affecting. OOAA

But still way too much sugar for me. I find I can't listen it to it very often & when I do, I can only manage half of it.

I definitely prefer it to Imagine, though.

Any thoughts on Back Off Boogaloo?

That's two people who will NOT be receiving one of my Luxury Christmas Astral Hampers!

It's a great song and weevils are squatting in your ears, and you've got Star Trek brain slugs.

I wasn't making even a mild criticism. You West Country astral flyers, you're all mouth and no sari.

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My life seems very boring

It suffers from the fact that we've all heard it gazillions of times but it's a sweet tune and the lyrics are at least a worthwhile attempt to raise our eyes to better things.

When Mrs Cakes was doing a stint in a French school in 1982, teaching them to sing 'Imagine' was the only way she could get the French brats to behave. So for that alone I'm inclined to look on it warmly.

And, hey, it also gave us a book by Tommy Sheridan.

whoever wrote it should be shot.

can we can do the business on the seminal Bros classic, 'When will I be famous?' Now that's a tune ripe for reappraisal.

I can't answer that