Yoko Ono has shown herself to be a remarkable woman, not only for her equilibrium during the ordeal following John Lennon's death, but for her dedication to music—her own, as well as Lennon's. This set of 14 songs, produced by Yoko and Phil Spector, is upsetting, as well as artful, tender, funny and full of the free spirit of John's solo albums. The jacket, with a still-life photo of John's blood-splattered glasses on a table next to a glass of water, is shocking. Equally heartrending is the song No, No, No, which begins with four gunshots, and is, in its way, a playful, nonsensical story told by the Lennons' son, Sean. Ono writes in the liner notes: "I seriously thought maybe I should quit making the album because, as some people had advised me, 'It was not the time.' But the question was, when would it be the time?" Yoko, who seems to be purging herself of passions, still has a limited vocal range. Some will find her experimental howls, growls and twitters off-putting. Her daring is always intriguing, though. There is also a lot of solid instrumental work behind her, especially by Michael Brecker on tenor sax. If nothing else, the album provides an intimate self-portrait of the widow of one of the martyrs of a mad era.