His hair grew longer and he began wearing white suits. Here I was, the day after leaving school, sitting down to table with some of the high priests of the alternative culture, most of whom were smoking joints. Yoko Ono had a marked influence on husband John Lennon’s outlook, and his style also changed over the years.
Even the dreary brown rice which she offered us with a few nondescript vegetables seemed magically transformed by the surrounding company. A rare original copy of Rolling Stone featuring Annie Leibovitz‘s legendary portrait of a naked John Lennon cradling a clothed Yoko Ono on its cover is up for auction on the magazine’s digital. I hadn’t been to the poetry reading at the Albert Hall where he had stirred up the audience by taking all his clothes off but I had read HOWL, his fashionable book of beat poems, and I could hardly believe my luck when a few minutes later I found myself sitting next to him at Yoko’s kitchen table. Vive la Culture For the past 20 years, Londons Southbank Centre has invited legendary musicians, including David Bowie and Patti Smith, to guest curate. Soon after we arrived, we were joined by Allen Ginsberg, with his distinctive long dark hair, straggly beard and large glasses. Her name is familiar to many through her marriage to one of history’s biggest rock stars, but most critics and fans undercut her own brilliant and fascinating career by boiling her identity down to her relationship with John Lennon. I was relieved when Tony came in, and said that Nigel was going to drive us round to the flat he shared with Yoko. Yoko Ono might be one of the most misunderstood living artists. It hadn’t yet had its official premiere, and it was as boring as its title suggests: just one bottom after another, so meaningless that after a while I felt as though I was looking at cuts of meat. There was something in Tony’s expression which made me take an instant dislike to the man but I agreed to go and watch some of Yoko’s film with her. ‘No, but they’re screening my new film in the cinema just through there: come and see – oh, but first you must say hello to my husband, Tony Cox!’ So on the spur of the moment I asked Yoko: ‘Have you got any large paper bags with you?’ First the men had nearly been refused entry for not wearing ties and then they had all got into the lift, where they had climbed into a paper bag. I remembered Susie writing to tell me how she and Nigel and Yoko had gone to the Dorchester with some other friends. ‘Yes of course!’ As an artist, Yoko was already a cult figure, well-known in the newspapers for her habit of putting people into paper bags. Eying me shrewdly, she told me that she was Yoko Ono, and she expected that I had heard of her? After a while we were joined by the woman, who was small and Japanese, with a serious face and long black hair which stretched down beyond her waist.
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