Look. I know you are still trying to get over the horrible death of your husband. I know you watched him be murdered right in front of your eyes. For that, you will always have my sympathies.
But enough is enough.
You are 77 years old, and you and your no talent son are putting on a concert to "celebrate" the 70th birthday of one of the world's great talents. Please stop before you start to tarnish the memory of John.
No one wants to hear you sing.
No one wants to hear your son sing.
In million years, the two of you couldn't write a song anywhere near as good as John could, so get your own gig.
I once heard a child refer to the Beatles as " the band Paul McCartney was in before Wings".
If I ever hear John Lennon referred to as "the guy who married that crazy Asian chick", you will wish you had never gotten out of that mental institution in Japan.
You are almost 80 years old. For the love of Mike will you stop squeezing John's corpse for every last drop of fame you can get?
Again, I am sorry for your loss.
Peace.