Yoko Ono to "strip for peace."
"If that guy had aimed a little to the left....he'd have been a hero."
— Judy Tenuta
This, I think, is a good place to shill for Martha Bayles' impressive book Hole in Our Soul: The Loss of Beauty and Meaning in Popular Music. (I've reviewed it on the page linked under the Amazon nick reginleif2.) A central theme in the book is that of "perverse modernism," which can be summed up (too) briefly as follows: a general term for the hijacking of the arts by people with very little, if any, talent, but "something to say," usually left-wing and often aggressively anti-social.
Bayles devotes several pages to Ono's involvement — the grounding of her career, actually — in perverse modernism. Though she hastens to say afterward that she is not suggesting Ono's relationship with John Lennon was "anything but loving and sincere," she writes:
...Ono was right in step with the herd of independent minds when she had the great good luck to meet Lennon. It was good luck because, like all perverse modernists, Ono's most malleable medium was celebrity — and Lennon had plenty.
She goes on to explode the myth of Ono's "talent" by telling the horrific tale of Yoko's, uh, performance with John at the 1969 Toronto Rock and Roll Festival.
UPDATE: "Bill Harzia" writes in alt.tasteless:
Lusus Naturae wrote:
>The subtle irony here is that "ono" means "delicious"
>in Hawai'ian. Now,I can imagine eating at that particular
>branch of the Y, but every picture of that particular one
>was particularly, um, furry.
I remember remarking a year or two back on the density of the thatch of Ms Ono. I was under the impression that the USAF had napalmed all the jungles of South East Asia, but evidently I was mistaken.
Maybe groups of Hmong and VC are still fighting down there.