IMAGINE JOHN LENNON

APPLE

We were driving home after dinner. The radio was on. Loud. It appeared suddenly.

In the middle of the night In the middle of the night I call your name Oh Yoko oh Yoko, my love will turn you on.”

“Turn that up,” I snapped, sitting up straight, immediately all ears.

In the middle of a shave In the middle of a shave I call your name Oh Yoko, Oh Yoko, my love will turn you on.

So this is the new John Lennon record. Well, it’s really fine. “Little louder,” I called.

“In the middle of a dream ...

Smile. So it’s not quite over yet, huh, John? No primal scream this, it’s almost lilting. Rock’n’roll though. Like early Spector.

The car pulled into the drive. Charley turned the ignition off and flipped it back onto “Acc.” The song concluded:

“Oh Yoko, oh Yoko, Oh Yoko...

and then a harmonica bleat as sharp and sure as any on Another Side.

“Damn!” I boomed when it was over. “It’s the song John and Dylan always should have written for Phil Spector to produce for the Crystals!”