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“In the wake of Cold Turkey’s, his debut song for Yoko’s Plastic Ono Band, dismal engagement with his listening public, Lennon prepared fresh edits of two songs he’d recorded earlier, What’s the New Mary Jane and You Know My Name, and announced that they would be rush-released as a Plastic Ono Band single. Just as quickly, the project was cancelled, with Apple explaining, ‘It was mutually decided by the Beatles that it sounded more like the Beatles themselves than the Plastic Ono Band’ – not least because both songs were indeed Beatles recordings. McCartney’s reaction to Lennon’s attempted theft can easily be imagined.”

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