I call BS. To wit:
"Just what is so wrong about Yoko Ono?"
As Yoko Ono prepares to take the stage at Fuji Rock Festival on July 26, a BBC video of her performing the 1969 Plastic Ono Band track “Don’t Worry Kyoko” at this year’s Glastonbury festival has racked up nearly 2 million views, largely from people tuning in to see the “worst live performance of all time.”
Comments on the Japanese Twittersphere largely followed the pattern set overseas, garnished with an added frisson of national shame. Some placed her raw performance alongside the mewling antics of disgraced politician Ryutaro Nonomura in the pantheon of “Those Who Have Shamed Japan.”
Yoko got her start in a ‘roughie’ feature sex film in the 60s called Satan’s Bed
Out of curiosity, I looked up “Don’t Worry, Kyoko.” I couldn’t find a live performance, but I found the soundtrack with a static picture of Yoko on youtube.
It is bad.
I am reminded of a recital that I saw a few years ago, where Yoko was performing in a museum or something. Most people who came to see her left after a few seconds, although a handful stuck around for several minutes. The performance was horrific, periods of silence interspersed with her tremolo screech.
Ugh, if it weren’t for her association with John Lennon, she’d be hidden by the same obscurity that hides most people who have no musical talent.