Life Competence Note: There Is No Way You Will Look Smart Or Competent Quoting “Imagine”

I would think that would be screamingly obvious, but apparently not. Then again—actors.

As regular readers here know, John Lennon’s pompous, simple-minded and hypocritical (a mega-millionaire extolling “no possessions”) anthem to the joys of anarchy is a lifetime irritation for me, and anyone who argues that it’s profound or moving has provided signature significance that they can’t be trusted with moderately complex tasks or, for that matter, to prevail in Trivial Pursuit games against 4th graders.

Now, as you can see above, a group of Hollywood celebrities, including Gal Gadot, who apparently organized it, Will Ferrell, Mark Ruffalo, James Marsden, Lynda Carter, Jamie Dornan, and Amy Adams , all mansion-bound,  made a video with each of them singing bits of  John Lennon’s disgrace.  People are guessing that the intended message was “we’re all in this together,” or “it will all be OK” or “if society is destroyed and nobody has any jobs, that’s a good thing” or “Ramalama ding-dong” or something.

Predictably, the “imagine no possessions” line  attracted the most venom on social media, considering the average income of this group, but that’s unfair. Personally, I’m happy to have any celebrity publicly announce, “I’m an idiot!” on the web. It’s useful information, especially when these same deluded dufuses start telling us about the Green New Deal.

45 thoughts on “Life Competence Note: There Is No Way You Will Look Smart Or Competent Quoting “Imagine”

        • Most under 70 are. They grew up with Strawberry Alarm Clock and Rod McKuen. No Stephen Sondheim show was as successful as Grease. John could write excellent tyrics. His brain was the problem with “Imagine.” (and it is a boring melody)

          • The one thing about “Grease” was there was no pretentiousness about it and as a nostalgia musical it kind of works. Not so with “Imagine” with it’s pseudo profoundness. Kind of on the same level as “We Are The World.” .

          • I found a long time ago that I could either ignore the actual meaning of most song lyrics or stop listening to music. I chose the former. I can enjoy the melody and the singer’s voice even if the actual lyrics are stupid.

            For exmple, I like “Ribbons” by Sisters of Mercy, but “I tried to tell her About Marx and Engels, God and Angels” irritates me a little every time I hear it. It works ok lyrically though. If you like that kind of music.

            • That’s really a lyric? Hilarious. What’s the rest of the line? “But I didn’t get her into bed anyway?” And this is put out by … an order of nuns?

              • Well, you could click the link and listen to it. I recommend it. The next bit is “I don’t really know what for”. I like the sound, but I dismissed the group as communist fools a long time ago.

                As far as the band name goes, it is a rock group… They apparently actually named it after a leonard cohen song.

          • Stephen Sondheim’s 80th Birthday Celebration on BBC Proms. I watch it whenever my soul needs soothing. The performance of “Sunday” will take your breath away.

        • Whenever I complain to her about an inane lyric, Mrs. OB invariably responds, “What difference do lyrics make? No one but you listens to them!” We’re both almost seventy, so we’re in the “Incense and Peppermint” demographic Jack has identified. But being essentially a writer/poet/wordsmith, it drives me NUTS.

    • We are in absolute agreement, Alizia! Sarah Silverman is an awful, awful, clinically depressed (and should get treatment and isolate– i.e. stop speaking — until she’s healthier). Self destructive people should not be given megaphones.

      • Well, that is one thing. Not sure if it is an adequate foundation for other agreements but we can try!

        There is something about that woman that really really rubs me the wrong way.

  1. We’re facing a pandemic of epic proportions, the most heavily affected are literally drowning in their own fluids, entire communities cannot leave their houses, food, while being restocked, is still being bought out clearing shelves, work has ground to a halt, and people’s work and livelihoods are all perilously in jeopardy.

    The celebrities have banded together to serenade us with this iconic song.

    Haven’t we suffered enough?

  2. For decades, I’ve cringed every time I’ve heard that Lennon song. I have refused to listen to it for at least the last decade or so unless forced to.

    Anyone who wants to get on my “Okay, you’re an idiot” side has but to praise that song as worthwhile in it’s desires. All those above have done just that.

    But then, to be fair, most of them have already been comfortably ensconced in that zone for a while now…

  3. Could have been worse. They could have bloviated their wisdom with Pachelbel’s “Canon in D major” playing in the background. Unlike much of Pachelbel’s great organ music, that monotonous piece of musical excreta will make your ears bleed.

  4. Next we’ll have a resurgence of “From A Distance”. It grated every time I heard it during Desert Storm. The theology is horrible and Bette Midler should stay far away from anything political.

  5. Living in Portland it’s almost impossible to not hear this piece of shit song in every coffee shop, restaurant, and wherever else you’re trying not to loose your lunch. Once I was so aggravated at hearing it, I unethically told a fib to our waiter, that my (non-existent) sister committed suicide to the song. He turned it off and I enjoyed the rest of my meal…until Yellow Submarine came on. Karma indeed.

    Imagine there’s no Imagine.

  6. I have begun rewriting the lyrics and ask all to assist and improve.

    Imagine there’s no Seven-Eleven
    It’s easy if you try
    No Big Gulps for the thirsty
    Just whole wheat and rye

    Imagine all the people
    Living for today
    So what else is new (ew ew)

    Imagine there’s no countries
    It isn’t hard to do
    Nothing to plan or hope for
    It’s just a fuckin zoo

    Imagine all the people
    Living life on the streets
    They do (hoo hoo hoo)

    You may say that I’m a dreamer
    But I’m not the only one
    the Bernie bros will welcome you
    And the world will be covered in pond scum

    Imagine no possessions
    I wonder if you can
    that means no one can steal from you
    Cause your home’s under the bridge span

    Imagine all the people
    Huddlin to stay warm
    (hoo hoo ooh ooh)

    You may say that I’m a dreamer
    I’m not the only one
    There are other nuts among us
    Just put your possessions in that box over there
    and I will dispose of them when I can.

    • How about this for the fifth stanza:

      You may say that I’m a dreamer
      But I’m not the only one
      There are many more just like me
      And we’re witless, dull, and dumb.

    • I love it! Great job!

      I was in grade school when it came out, and it took me a few years to realize what a bad song it is. Billionaires singing about no possessions, as they create tax havens overseas while singing about ‘no countries’, and making a yogi rich while warbling about no religion, on top of a depressing, boring, repetitive melody. Nails on a chalkboard! I have been subjected to it over the years as it’s one of my siblings’ favorite songs. Do you know how many covers of it there are? If you love it, you have to know and listen to those, too. And heaven help me, one of my mother’s favorites was From a Distance. I’ve been musically tortured for decades!

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