Simps Is Still Going On And On That I Once Dissed That Anthem of Banality

I'LL PROBABLY NEVER again cite him on any topic but here's what Elton John had to say about the smart Mop Head's greatest hit:

Imagine six apartments 

It isn't hard to do 

One is full of fur coats 

Another's full of shoes

Looking for that vaguely remembered snark online I read that Lennon's inspiration of it were some of Yoko's useless, content free "poems."   I'm not going to go bother looking for those.  It's funny that the guy Simps worships as a genius found his inspiration in the gal he hates for breaking up the fab four.   Me, if I was given the choice between hearing "Imagine" for the jillionth time and listening to a recording of Yoko having the dry heaves, I'd choose Yoko's "art."  

Update:  And then there's what Elvis Costello said about it:

Was it a millionaire who said ‘Imagine no possessions?’ 

A poor little schoolboy who said ‘We don’t need no lessons?’ 

The rabid rebel dogs ransack the shampoo shop 

The pop princess is downtown shooting up 

Commenting on that lyric he said:  

John Lennon wrote some wonderful songs, but ‘Imagine’, which has been so sanctified, was one of his worst. He didn’t think it all the way through.

 That's giving Lennon a benefit of the doubt he and that song don't deserve,  I doubt he thought about it at all.  It's the kind of thing he'd toss off while brushing his teeth.   I'd thought that I think Lovey Rita Meter Maid is a much better song in every way except it's really by the cute Mop Head.  I think he was a better song writer but he was no George Harrison and neither of them were in the same league with Robby Robertson or Bob Dylan.

What's especially funny about this for me has to do with a long brawl I had with Simps over some recordings Costello made with the mega-ultra-a-hole and mediocre jazz musician Chet Baker.  I won't give details but might give links if anyone wants to read it. 

Update 2:   Stupy,  that's Simps, doesn't think I know who Richard Thompson is.   Stupy seems to think that radio signals stop at the outer suburbs of NYC, the extent of his meager geographic knowledge (he doesn't seem to understand the borough structure of NYC, despite having parked his flaccid ass on it for more than a half a century).  As if anyone could have avoided Fairport Convention if they'd wanted to.  

Hey, Simps, are you mellowing out to Chet crooning Funny Valentine today?   I mean, that's about how unpredictable you are.