John Lennon-Plastic Ono Band (1970)
Artist: John Lennon
Title: Plastic Ono Band
Label: Apple
Format: LP
Cat #: SW 3372
Year of Release: 1970
Country and Year of Edition Issue: US 1970 Scranton Press
Listed Condition: VG+/VG+ with original inner sleeve
Sell Date: 3/7/21
Sell Price: $14.99
Discogs Last Sold: 2/8/21
Low: $2.99 G+/VG+
Median: $9.09
High: $47.62 NM/VG+ cover could be mint
Current low price: $2.89 G/missing cover, $3.49 G/G, VG/VG with inner sleeve $10.49
Current Number on Sale at Discogs: 22
Have/Want: 1061/375
Where Sold: Miami, FL
Time it took to sell: 5 years
Where and When Bought: Worcester, Al Bums early to mid 80's used around $6.99
Gwiz-gau Letter Grade: A+
Sad To See It Go: yes
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.-John Milton
Long considered my favorite album of all time. I can't think of a reason to drop it a peg. What would I replace it with? Pink Floyd's Animals? Ramones' Ramones? Rocket To Russia? Black Sabbath Master of Reality? Black Flag Damaged? Dylan's Desire? Beatles Revolver? Abbey Road? These are my inner sanctum toppermost of the poppermost A+ albums for various reasons, but I think Plastic Ono Band is a special breed.
Coming out of the Beatles and clearly not happy, Lennon created a perfect song cycle. Perfect instrumentation. Perfect lyrics. Honest (that week) ideology. Perfect musical complements (Klaus Voorman and Ringo). Stripped and raw. Perfect sounding guitar. Perfect sounding vocals. Nothing like Phil Spector ever had a hand in before.
He sends off the Beatles and God himself. He doesn't even believe in Yoga, let alone Zimmerman, Elvis or Kings! Then he leaves with an uplifting take on "Three Blind Mice": "My Mummy's Dead." Now that my own Mummy has been gone a decade, it has a different meaning, but I always connected to this song. I love a good epitaph and this one serves it cold. A single tear from a self perceived performance clown who can no longer play his role with conviction.
Then the tears begin to flow. Dr. Arthur Janov's Primal Scream permeates throughout the record and none beat the opener's ending fade out. Some of the best tribute to childhood dysfunction one could ever know. John sees little joy in fame and fortune, it's just another thing to suffer and with the fools that accompany it and idolize it.
Plastic Ono Band has always had an impact on my worldview, more than any piece of rock. Perhaps only Pink Floyd's The Final Cut can come close to such a single minded statement of post-World War II outlook from a former child's point of view. They carried their permanent wounds into adulthood.
There is beauty within. "Love" yes. "Yoko and Me," something he CAN believe in, when the rest of the world is flipped off in a line list. Is it Love or is it a modus operandi to blow it all up? Better ask May Pang. Soaring vocals in "Remember" and a little Lennon comedy remembering Guy Fawkes night. Guy Fawkes was tortured on the rack until he named his co-conspirators after being caught nearly blowing up the House of Parliaments in 1605. Thus, the 5th of November is celebrated with fireworks and charred effigies of Fawkes.
If you ever feel so sad. And the whole world is driving you mad.
Remember today.
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