|Rolling Stone June 6, 2013|
John was my Beatle. Not being of the generation, I didn't live the break-up. And it wasn't until I began following them in my teens that I read about the whole "Yoko broke the band up." I didn't see it. It's clear that two men couldn't hold to what they had together ... together as they moved in different directions.
When John was shot and killed, I was a freshman in college. I was grief stricken. He was someone whose songs quieted the fear in my heart, or kept me busy while doing ordinary things, or let me fall in love over and over again. I can't imagine what it was like for her to live without him. But this I can say for her, and it is what I respect and admire her for most, she, probably more than John, is a constant creative tour de force, who continues to contribute to this world what it needs most: in her words, "smiles."
I hope that when I'm 80, I am as fierce.