A very curious tract from
Andrew Sullivan this morning:
"Actually, a multi-millionaire in a vast, minimalist, white mansion. Personally, I have extremely mixed feelings about this song. Most times it makes me want to vomit because of its self-serving sanctimony and silliness. I mean: Lennon did not have to imagine, he could have sold every thing he owned to the poor as Jesus recommended to the rich young man. But life in the Dakota was somehow preferable. But I must confess that occasionally - if heard purely as a utopian fantasy - it can work. Musically, it's sublime."
Wow. Talk about over thinking something. There is a time to intellectualize, and a time to just shut up and enjoy the music. For most of Lennon's work, thinking is not required. Just “Let it Be."
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