Today marks a significant moment in the rapid decay of my childhood. My first crush, the man responsible for my long-term lusting for the chubby and the sweaty, who compelled me to make my first online purchase a t-shirt with a pair of dweeby glasses and the phrase Got Steve? printed on the front – Steven Page – is leaving Barenaked Ladies to pursue a solo career and theatrical opportunities. I realize that lamenting this break-up does not establish me as anything resembling cool or competent as a music critic, but I can’t resist. I am posting the classic ‘Be My Yoko Ono’ as an elegy, hoping to remind all of better days, when Steven Page intended his Yoko Ono to be a fine and intelligent woman, not crack cocaine and minors.

Barenaked Ladies – Be My Yoko Ono

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UPDATE: If you’re like me and didn’t get Robyn’s obscure reference to a play from the 70s, now being screened on Broadway with a certain notable wizard, here is something you can relate to: Blonde Redhead. (after the jump…) -justin