Yoko Ono

Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible.

Ono fashioned her fifth solo album, Season of Glass, as a survivor’s statement, a kiss from the Dakota’s balcony to the mourners below. “For art,” she once said, “I would do just about anything.” Her life with John was over; her lifelong work as the widowed “Mrs. The “bastards” could be anyone standing in front of the world she and John envisioned—war profiteers, for sure, as well as politicians, corporations, the usual suspects. “What I learned,” she said later of this time period, “was that I didn’t have much control over my destiny or fate.” After 24 hours, she got up, shakily, groping for a tape recorder. “You bastards!” she wailed.