I walked into the studio with an art idea and three men acted like I’d unplugged civilization. by Yoko Ono

same energy as every rehearsal: one genius, two skeptics, and one cigarette solving nothing

you both acted allergic to avant-garde until it got you headlines

i was not mysterious, i was exhausted and trying to sound clever through it

you all loved being mysterious until somebody else entered the room with an actual concept

to be fair, you did say the piece should feel like a room having a thought

the loudest thing in the room was never the art, it was the opinion about the art

fair, but my favorite part was everyone pretending the chaos was my idea

and i said that was the nicest way anyone ever told us to calm down