JONEBOY

Sep 1, 2026

Review by JONEBOY, September, 2026

Twelve years before he was murdered, John Lennon unceremoniously dumped his wife for Yoko Ono. The reaction was cruel, as the avant-guard Japanese artist was forced to endure an unprecedented amount of public hostility, xenophobia, and misogyny from fans and the media, who frequently scapegoated her for breaking up the Beatles. Yoko presented a distinct and iconic visual signature; petite, slight frame, 95 lbs soaking wet, oversized smoked black Porsche design by Carrera sunglasses, Borsalino black fedora, her long, thick, jet-black hair, often worn parted down the middle, and many inches long past her ass, in an au naturel, cascading style that came to symbolize the counterculture era. Paint it black, indeed; stone me. This description also applies to our girl Sandy; as close to a Yoko Ono doppelgänger as you might ever meet. Never married, nor having borne any children, she is a wisp of a woman whose ‘let’s start with a massage’ is surprisingly hard, nuanced and deeply penetrating. Concluding then with an extended feather touch, I was ready to rock the Casbah at the flip. イロケ As her consummate head game commenced, I recalled a favorite Beatles song, In My Life 🎼 and I finally understood what John really meant when he sang let’s give this piece a chance. You should too.