At the beginning I was annoyed with John, jealous because of Yoko, and afraid about the breakup of a great musical partnership. It took me a year to realize they were in love.
‘John’s in love with Yoko and he’s no longer in love with the other three of us.’
A body of work was produced that I don’t believe he alone could have produced, or I alone could have produced. It was only me that sat in those hotel rooms, in his house in the attic; it wasn’t Yoko, it wasn’t Sean, it wasn’t Julian, it wasn’t George, it wasn’t Mimi, it wasn’t Ringo, it wasn’t Miles. It was me that sat in those rooms, seeing him in all his moods and all his little things, seeing him not being able to write a song, and having me help, seeing me not able to write a song and him help me.
We were pretty good mates until The Beatles started to split up and Yoko came into it. It was more like old army buddies splitting up on account of wedding bells.
Someone like John would want to end the Beatle period and start the Yoko period. He wouldn’t like either to interfere with the other.
To keep the record straight, it wasn’t always John and Yoko. We’ve all accused one another of various business things; we tend to be pretty paranoid by now, as you can imagine. There’s a lot of money involved.
I never really got on that well with Yoko anyway. Strangely enough, I only started to get to know her after John’s death.
John and Yoko are like the wind. You can’t see it, but when it passes the trees bend. You know, and that’s what we do.
They want to hold onto something they never had in the first place. Anybody who claims to have some interest in me as an individual artist or even as part of the Beatles has absolutely misunderstood everything I ever said if they can’t see why I’m with Yoko. And if they can’t see that, they don’t see anything. They’re just jcking off to – it could be anybody. Mick Jagger or somebody else. Let them go jck off to Mick Jagger, okay? I don’t need it.
It takes time to get rid of all this garbage that I’ve been carrying around that was influencing the way I thought and the way I lived. It had a lot to do with Yoko, showing me that I was still possessed. I left physically when I fell in love with Yoko, but mentally it took the last ten years of struggling. I learned everything from her. … It is a teacher-pupil relationship. That’s what people don’t understand. She’s the teacher and I’m the pupil. I’m the famous one, the one who’s supposed to know everything, but she’s my teacher. She’s taught me everything I fucking know.
I’ve always thought there was this underlying thing in Paul’s Get Back. When we were in the studio recording it, every time he sang the line Get back to where you once belonged, he’d look at Yoko.
They despised her (Yoko)… It seemed I had to be happily married to them or Yoko, and I chose Yoko. George insulted her right to her face and I didn’t hit him, I don’t know why. Ringo was alright but the other two really gave it to us. I’ll never forgive ‘em.
Listen, if anything happens to Yoko and me, it was not an accident.
I’d never met a woman I considered as intelligent as me. That sounds bigheaded, but every woman I met was either a dolly-chick, or a sort of screwed-up intellectual chick. And of course, in the field I was in, I didn’t meet many intellectual people anyway. I always had this dream of meeting an artist, an artist girl who would be like me. And I thought it was a myth, but then I met Yoko and that was it.
That’s part of our policy, is not to be taken seriously, because I think our opposition, whoever they may be, in all their manifest forms, don’t know how to handle humor. You know, and we are humorous, we are, what are they, Laurel and Hardy. That’s John and Yoko, and we stand a better chance under that guise, because all the serious people, like Martin Luther King, and Kennedy, and Gandhi, got shot.
You make your own dream. That’s the Beatles’ story, isn’t it? That’s Yoko’s story. That’s what I’m saying now. Produce your own dream. If you want to save Peru, go save Peru. It’s quite possible to do anything, but not to put it on the leaders and the parking meters. Don’t expect Jimmy Carter or Ronald Reagan or John Lennon or Yoko Ono or Bob Dylan or Jesus Christ to come and do it for you. You have to do it yourself.