CRY FOR A SHADOW

I was all set to write about Double Fantasy; about what a beautiful sounding record it is, as smooth and accessible as the Beatles at their whipped cream production best; about how great it was that Lennon was able to write this easily about his life, bringing the same emotional intensity to the feelings of his approaching middle age as he brought to the renderings of teenage passion (he compared it to Rubber Soul); about how good Yoko sounds next to John on this set, how their songs blend together better than they ever have in the past.