Simple Math

After dusting off a few of the ol' vynils from the second move in 2 months; i found one of my most valued treasures. John Lennon's "Imagine".
It was a most exciting Christmas gift a few years back, neglected recently due to not being settled in.
My mother, true Ebay bloodhound, is the best at finding orginal prints (shamefully, an honest bragging right).
I, true deserving daughter, flourished my treasure elegantly (which mostly ranks high in sentimental value).
When i was 15, The Beatles were it for me. The glittery glow of thier words wore off curving 20 as i realized my emotions got a bit crazier than 4 men could collectively understand. While although George was and still remains my favorite individual of the quartet, Lennon hits me with the words.
The thing i have the biggest problem with are the Yoko-haters. I'd never bore anyone with the history of the breakup, but to sum it up, McCartney, though talented, was a Grade A asshole.
I, to this day, stubbornly argue (along with many others i'm sure) that Lennon's best work was his solo work during his entire on/off relationship with THE Yoko Ono.

A few fine examples:
Look At Me
Working Class Hero
Woman is the Nigger of the World
Real Love
Serve Yourself
Oh My Love

I'll bore you no more, you get it.
The fact is, the best music happens when you're suffering. True of any musician's career. Drugs and suffering and alcoholism, it all fuels those amazing emotions that make music powerful.
Dylan, Hendrix, Nick Drake, Nick Cave, Janis, Steve Earle... i know, you still get it.
Sooooo anyway, without feeling all of those horrible wretched things that dig into the depths of your darkest feelings, music would simply be the shit you hear on most radio stations. No disrespect to any artists, i'm just saying; if you haven't suffered, you can't make good music.
It's simple math.

And so, i give you the pick of the day:
John Lennon - Crippled Inside

Sure to make you feel better about any enemy or perhaps a cruel self-evaluation.