lowbasso
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Post by lowbasso on Dec 7, 2008 22:54:26 GMT -5
It was 28 years ago on Monday night (Dec. 8) that the tragic news of John Lennon's murder flashed across the world. Are you old enough to remember where you were that fateful night when you heard the news? And what it meant to you? I was in a Motel 6 room in Bloomington, Indiana, back at my old alma mater Indiana Univ. for a visit, when the news broke during the 11:00PM local news program on TV. When they announced that John was dead on arrival at Roosevelt Hospital, it was like a part of my youth was forever erased from me. After the initial shock wave passed through my mind, I realized The Beatles would never re-unite and the music of my youth, that inspired me to pursue a career in music, albeit classical, would never re-ignite in the form of The Fab Four going back into the studio and creating more magic. A week later I was back in New York and walked by The Dakota, where the flowers and messages still lay in the alcove entrance by the doorman's office where John had staggered to after being shot. Life is not fair, nor all goodness, was the message running through my mind, and the senseless action that had occurred there just a week earlier made the cold air outside seem all the more chilling. Just 19 blocks south of there and a little less than 17 brief years before, John had walked into the CBS Theatre with the other three guys and in one brief moment on American national television had turned the music world upside down and made us all believe the world was a fun place and full of magic and goodness. God rest your soul John. We miss you more than ever even after 28 years. But All Things Must Pass.
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Post by John S. Damm on Dec 8, 2008 0:19:53 GMT -5
I was in my bedroom in Wanatah, Indiana playing records and staying away from relatives who were visiting with us. I had been in a great mood, having earlier won that night an intra-mural basketball game at school. My brother and Dad were watching television and my brother ran into the room, telling me that the news had broken into the program, announcing that John Lennon had been shot at his home. I quickly turned on radio station WMET FM in Chicago where it too was reporting a shooting of John, but the news was still developing and confused. The DJ reported a witness saying that there was a lot of blood at the scene of the crime(the Dakota). My brother and Dad must not have been watching Monday Night Football because whatever they saw announced that John had been shot but not yet pronounced dead. I remember that for about 10 minutes or so I thought that there was hope and I could not understand why someone would shoot John Lennon. It was first being reported(at least what I was getting) that John was shot in his home so I was dismayed, wondering what the hell was going on. The station then interrupted a song and the DJ was clearly despondent, telling us listeners to brace ourselves, that John Lennon was pronounced dead from multiple gunshot wounds. The DJ went right into "Mind Games." I was at first in disbelieving shock and had to field calls from every friend I had it seemed who wanted to break the news to me. I was just 18 and a senior in high school so at first I kept a false bravado up, talking by phone with my friends. They were all sympathetic but I didn't want to talk to them, I wanted to go to the news. Then, after about a half hour, I got really angry and went into a rage and I must have been smashing or hitting things because my mom came into my room and wanted me to stop making a scene because we had guests. Finally, I went into deep grief realizing that John was forever gone. The glorious October and November of 1980 where we as fans had John back was shattered in an instant. It was even worse for his family. I put headphones on and literally cried myself to sleep listening to those early news reports coming in over the radio. My brother shared the room with me and he didn't say a damn thing about my headphone use or sobbing at times. In hindsight, maybe I should have commandeered a television set but we lived out in the country and only had four or five channels over the air. No cable, no CNN, no internet. It just seemed natural to stay glued to my favorite Rock radio station. I became a big Beatles fan in September 1975 right as John was taking time off. He was my favorite and I waited impatiently for over five years for his return, hanging onto the very little news we got on him. It was so cool having John musically active and public those months of October, November and early December of 1980. His return had been treated as a big deal in the Chicago media area and his new music was getting a lot of airplay here even before Dec. 8th. It is obscene that John Lennon has been gone for 28 years. December 8, 1980 was a bad night. That was a bad next 90 days. It was a really horrible way to start a decade.
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Post by superhans on Dec 8, 2008 4:02:36 GMT -5
In Britain, we woke up to the news on the morning of 9th December - my 18th birthday, would you believe! My dad came into my bedroom, wished me a happy birthday and gave me my pressie. The conversation then went something like this: 'By the way, John Lennon's been shot' 'Dead?' 'Yes' Happy eighteenth birthday, indeed.
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Post by vectisfabber on Dec 8, 2008 4:27:44 GMT -5
7.30am news on Capital Radio, London. I don't wake up very quickly or easily, but I did that morning. I went to work, but didn't do anything all day. I was 28.
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Post by OldFred on Dec 8, 2008 7:48:26 GMT -5
I used to work at a job that was near where I lived, so I was able to have lunch at home during my lunch hour. During my lunch hour that day my brother came by to visit. Since my time was limited I played the 'Double Fantasy' album for him and put out my copy of 'Help!' for him to watch later, as well as the Playboy magazine with the John Lennon interview in it for him to read. Later that night I put on WNEW-FM, my favorite Rock radio station, and put on the TV in the background. After 11PM the first reports of what happened started to come in and then when DJ Vin Scelsa officially announced Lennon's death, it hit me like a sledgehammer. I called my brother and recounted the earlier part of the day together and we both agreed it was almost like we were spending our last time together with John while he was alive. I have a copy of that WNEW broadcast but it's hard to listen to it without reliving that horrible moment. I weep every time I remember it.
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Post by redlespaul on Dec 8, 2008 7:56:36 GMT -5
I was stationed with the Air Force at Ramstein AB, Germany and had woken up to go to work. Turned on Armed Forces Radio and wondered why nothing but Beatles\Lennon music was on...until the DJ came on and told what had happened. I regret being out of the country, we didn't get the same coverage. And when Rolling Stone came out with John and Yoko on the cover, the AF said it would not carry it due to the cover...what a sad time for us all! I felt so bad for Yoko...all that press. Then Paul's statement, "Yea, its a drag..."! Until I read about what surrounded that, I was quite pissed at Macca for a long time.
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Post by mikev on Dec 8, 2008 8:22:45 GMT -5
That night I just finished a sociology paper "How the Beatles Changed Society"-relieved at finishing my last major project of the semester I went to bed. I couldn't sleep so I turned on MNF. However, I must have missed the announcement, because I only watched a few minutes then went back to bed. The next morning I was woken by my brother with the news. Strange though-the radio station I turned on was actually playing "The Tide is High" by Blondie, and not a Beatle or Lennon song. Of course every other station was playing Lennon.
I was messed up for a few months-didn't even want to hear Beatle music, and had a crappy Christmas, even getting dumped by a girl thought I had something going with. Christmas of 1980 will always be my worst Holiday.
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Post by johnpaulharstar on Dec 8, 2008 9:02:11 GMT -5
I didn't hear about it until the next morning when my girlfriend (now my wife) called me and told me. I was in utter shock. On my turntable, the last record I'd played the night before, was DOUBLE FANTAST. The sadness was unbelievable. Listening to the radio and all the Beatles stuff was of tremendous comfort. I did not remove DOUBLE FANTASY from my turntable for several days. When I finally did listen to it I wept like crazy listening to "Beautiful Boy" (I still get teary hearing that song). That weekend my girlfriend came to visit (she was a senior in college, I was in my first year of teaching). She was an absolute wreck (John was her favorite). She had quit smoking the previous summer, but was smoking one cigarette after another and crying all the time. She'd been drinking herself to sleep all week. (Fortunatly that stopped though she wouldn't quit smoking again until she got pregnant 3 years later). The Beatles music on the radio and all the tributes were a great source of comfort and we got through it. She stayed through Tuesday. I still think about how awful the shooting was and it had a major impact on my life as it did with so many of us.
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Post by Steve Marinucci on Dec 8, 2008 9:21:02 GMT -5
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Post by beatlesaint on Dec 8, 2008 11:05:59 GMT -5
I was 13, gonna be 14 the following Saturday and i had asked for Double Fantasy for my birthday.
Here in England the news broke the morning of Dec 9, and i can clearly remember being on the first step of the stairs just about to go upstairs when the phone rang, Mum answered, it was Dad who heard the news on the radio. It was a brief call, she put the phone down and shouted through to me from the kitchen the news.
I ran upstairs and cried, had to go to school and i always remember a girl made a sick joke about the murder that morning, the nearest I have ever come to striking a girl/woman, but I held my temper.
When I got home from school Double Fantasy was waiting for me as an early birthday present. I played it all the way through and cried again, he seemed in such good voice and so happy I thought, the little coda at the end of Dear Yoko stuck in my mind for some reason. I remember watching the evening news and all the tribute programmes that night, especially on the BBC. They showed Help! too.
28 years later.....where has the time gone.....I still hate this day, the memories are still fresh and very raw.
Miss you John.
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Post by alltouttt on Dec 8, 2008 11:34:11 GMT -5
That was the night I finaly buried my youthful idealism... at 27!
The final nail in the coffin that Ronald Reagan's election had slammed shut just a few weeks before...
That night, when I entered my friend's bar, there were only a handful of people... The radio was playing John Lennon music and everybody had that shell-shocked look on their face.
I knew instantly that something terribly wrong had just happened...
At midnight, we locked the doors and proceeded to drink ourselves *perfectly numb* ...
The last and just one of the few times in my life I ever got drunk!
At one point monday morning, we all decided to get in a car and drive to NYC...
A 500 miles trip...
A good thing the janitor took the keys away from us!
One of my friend who was playing guitar in a popular local band gave up playing music altogether and went to study computer programming...
I stopped listening to music *seriously* for a good ten years after that night working every movie jobs I could lay my hand on and travelling to Europe and Africa between contracts...
It took the birth of my first child, 12 years later, for me to start building a new music collection and start really listening and get curious about music again...
John Lennon's death was such a terrible absurd waste!!
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Post by cosmo on Dec 8, 2008 19:26:34 GMT -5
I was 24, upstairs in my room listening to the radio, when the dj broke in and gave the news that John had been shot. I didn't immediately panic, because he didn't say "shot multiple times" and I was figuring John would just be injured, but he would pull through and be ok.
I went down to see what the tv news was saying, and landed on the channel with the football and Howard Cosell, a little bit before that awful announcement. I swear, between the words "......hospital" and "dead on arrival" there were a thousand years - but it was almost as if I could tell what he was going to say by his tone of voice. I screamed and went upstairs to find my sister to tell her and my loud weeping brought my parents from their room. My mom switched on the radio and we heard more reports, then she took me to sleep in the basement and stayed with me. I couldn't face going into my bedroom, with Beatle pics covering all four walls. The next day at work my coworkers were all kinda jerky because they just didn't get it (and probably still don't).
I still miss ya, John, and always will.
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Post by jimc on Dec 8, 2008 20:59:45 GMT -5
I was a freshman at Eastern Illinois U. In my apartment. My best friend and fellow Beatlefan, Don, called from U of I and said John had been shot. I was stunned. He called back shortly and told me he was dead. Don said he's always had the dream of visiting New York and trying to meet him on the street. Now that was gone.
I put on my coat and walked for several hours. I told one person on the street, a guy older than me who looked as if he'd care. He did. I went home and listened to the radio all night. Yes It Is and Baby's in Black are the most memorable songs from that night.
Paul Simon's The Late Great Johnny Ace perfectly captures my feelings from that night.
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Post by winstonoboogie on Dec 8, 2008 21:34:04 GMT -5
I heard the next morning. I was 15 and a sophomore in high school. I still remember the shock on my mother's face when she told me. Now, remember, neither of my parents were big Beatles fans, but they knew I was a fan, as I was always nagging asking them to buy me Beatles albums for Christmas/my birthday. I was more of a Paul fan. I considered John more of an eccentric, with "Revolution #9", "Two Virgins", "Woman Is the N_____r of the World", the escapades with Harry Nilsson, etc. etc. I went to school and my friends who were John fans were in shock. I talked to a teacher who had been a student in our school during the 60's, thinking he would understand. Unfortunately, he was a bit of a fuddy-duddy (even though he was a good teacher!). He brushed it off, saying, "Oh, well, he was a druggie anyway...." Now, I didn't say anything, as: a) I was in shock, and b) this was parochial school, where You Did Not Talk Back To a Teacher! For weeks afterwards, my sister's friends would come up to me and ask, "Are you OK?" which was sweet in a way. Now if Paul had been killed (heaven forbid), I would have been a basket case. It wasn't until I read all the tributes that I realized what the world had lost.... R.I.P., John (and George)
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Post by superhans on Dec 9, 2008 4:59:13 GMT -5
I keep reading how much people 'miss' John. That's fine. I'm not sure that I do in quite the same way.
His death was an awful shock and a sudden, senseless tragedy - but it's not something that I dwell on particularly these days....and I don't really feel a visceral and enduring sense of 'loss' as you do with departed family members.
The great thing is that, for me, his music isn't tainted by the manner of his passing. It still sounds fresh and exciting and has no trace of sadness or regret. God, I wish he was still around - but I'm not particularly conscious of 'missing him'.
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Post by Steve Marinucci on Dec 9, 2008 10:58:37 GMT -5
I keep reading how much people 'miss' John. That's fine. I'm not sure that I do in quite the same way. His death was an awful shock and a sudden, senseless tragedy - but it's not something that I dwell on particularly these days....and I don't really feel a visceral and enduring sense of 'loss' as you do with departed family members. The great thing is that, for me, his music isn't tainted by the manner of his passing. It still sounds fresh and exciting and has no trace of sadness or regret. God, I wish he was still around - but I'm not particularly conscious of 'missing him'. I do, but not really from a musical standpoint, only because I think he and Yoko were in the middle of an experimental phase ("Walking on Thin Ice."). I do miss the fact that he would have been a real thorn in the side of George Bush. Musically, I think it's likely he would have been all over the map with projects he and Yoko were doing. I also figure Paul would have gone in a different direction, depending on what John did, since Paul still is very influenced by John even 28 years later.
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Post by Cosmos on Dec 9, 2008 11:42:13 GMT -5
I was in my dorm room, McCarty (sic) Hall at the University of Washington. I had spent the weekend trying to procure the "Blue Box Set" so that I would finally have fresh new copies of all of the Beatles' Lp's. I ended up at a specialty record store that had ordered one copy from New Zealand (the only one where the top lifts off completely). I was literally sitting there listening to the LP's in order when the news came rushing down the hall like a tsunami, presumably from the jocks watching Monday Night Football at the far end. Needless to say I was shocked and stunned; another man of peace gunned down...
The Blue Box played non-stop for days...I just kind of retreated into the happier Beatle days with the lads for a time. Their music pulled me through.
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Post by mikev on Dec 9, 2008 11:56:30 GMT -5
I would have liked John around NYC in fall of '01. Paul tried hard to pick up our spirits. The two of them on stage together would have helped even more.
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Post by johnpaulharstar on Dec 9, 2008 12:32:17 GMT -5
My wife and I celebrated John last night watching a bunch of videos of Beatles and solo stuff. We split a bottle of champagne and she smoked a cigar, then we put on a mix CD I'd made of Lennon Beatles and solo stuff and went to the bedroom..I'll leave the rest to your imagination!
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Post by John S. Damm on Dec 9, 2008 13:10:42 GMT -5
My wife and I celebrated John last night watching a bunch of videos of Beatles and solo stuff. We split a bottle of champagne and she smoked a cigar, then we put on a mix CD I'd made of Lennon Beatles and solo stuff and went to the bedroom..I'll leave the rest to your imagination! Ah, Two Virgins! ;D I watched YouTube videos of the 12/08/80 and 12/09/80 news broadcasts including the actual Monday Night Football clip of Howard Cosell breaking the news. I then played The Lennon Collection.
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Post by alltouttt on Dec 9, 2008 13:18:22 GMT -5
I do miss the fact that he would have been a real thorn in the side of George Bush.John would have had to take on Ronald Reagan in the 80's first ... "Let's not be too tough on our own ignorance. It's the thing that makes America great. If America weren't incomparably ignorant, how could we have tolerated the last eight years?" -- Frank Zappa, in 1988 (talking about the Reagan's years) Now I often wondered how Zappa's would have reacted to Junior's bumbling incompetence ... It.s probably a good think he didn't live to see the last 8 years! !
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Post by revolver66 on Dec 9, 2008 13:24:08 GMT -5
As I was still in High School I went to bed early that night. When I woke up I put the radio on as usual and was so happy to hear a few Beatles Songs back to back. It was only after the Music stopped that the DJ announced the Bad News. It was a crummy day in School(although we had quite a few Beatles fans there). It was a shock to any fan especially considering John just recorded new music. While I don't dwell on it,the topic can always make me sad..What a sad day. I listen to the Beatles almost everyday via my Ipod(along with Solo Stuff). Yesterday was no different except that I knew it was a sad day in Beatles History. The Music will always live on as will the Spirit of John Lennon!!
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Post by Joe Karlosi on Dec 9, 2008 17:27:18 GMT -5
I was 18, and had just graduated high school that June. I don't feel at all as bound to John Lennon these days as I did back at that age... but I became a real Lennon Freak around 1976 while he was retired, and I discovered all his solo work and felt I identified with him as my idol, and I related similarly about things which he felt, like his powerful PLASTIC ONO BAND LP. All I ever wanted was for John to come out and record again, and now I was rejoicing his return.
I started my first full-time job that September, and on the night of 12/8/80 I was actually getting ready for bed when it happened. Sitting on the edge of the bed in the dark, taking my shoes off...
Then I got a phone call from my best friend who used to always love teasing me with bogus stories, and he told me it was all over the news that Lennon was shot. I didn't believe him at first, of course, but when I turned on the TV, that confirmed it... but at this point it was not known how serious the injuries were. My friend tried to console me.... maybe he was shot in the foot or something, maybe it was a flesh wound....
....then the radio started saying he was shot "several times in the chest".... and I remember thinking "oh no, he's had it..."
So I dutifully set about rigging up my audio tape recorder to the radio (No VCR for me at that time) and found myself in the bizarre dilemma of having to continue to "chronicle" the history, all the while fearing about it. As I recorded and changed the radio dials, I heard a very dire-sounding annoucer reporting in mid-sentence, in a very "final" voice: "...at the Dakota apartment building, where John Lennon and his wife Yoko Ono had a residence..... Repeating... former Beatle John Lennon was shot ...and killed.... critically..... at his home tonight". It still stings, the way those 2 words "AND KILLED" were emphasized by the reporter... and I have it on tape that way - the first time I heard it.
It was my mom's 40th birthday that day, by the way. I was rather nasty to her, I'm afraid, when she told me "Life goes on", and I was so rattled that I told her this day will now always mean something else to me instead of my mom's birthday (I was in shock).
I listened to the radio all night, in shock, obviously. I heard songs played that you NEVER hear on the radio, like STEEL AND GLASS, and also thinking, "is THIS what it takes for the stations to play these other songs??" I don't think I got any sleep at all...
Ordinarily I would call in sick or something for work, but being this was a new job and I was on probation, I forced myself in... I didn't have a car and I took a bus each morning. It was a long, gray walk to the bus stop... the morning was still dark, at like 6am.... and as I walked I saw a bundle of New York newspapers tied up, lying in front of a candy store that wasn't opened yet. There was a picture of John and the heading said:
JOHN LENNON SLAIN HERE --- Ex-Beatle shot; Nab Suspect
It was just SURREAL. When I got to work, some of the guys were joking about it. One man joked "well, at least the guy got his autograph". An older man in his 60s told me to snap out of it, telling me "when you're dead, you're dead -- there's nothing left!!"
It was a Monday Night when it happened, and I was not accustomed to traveling into Manhattan alone by train.. but as I watched the news reports all week, I wanted to go to the Dakota. I had the new job, so I didn't want to miss time from work.. I had to wait all the way until Friday Night before I could get into the city with some other friends, who were also into John Lennon, at least enough to make the trek. To my relief, there were STILL crowds gathered at the Dakota, even five days later. Then I went to the city on the morning of December 14th, Sunday, for the Vigil.
I always figured there'd be plenty of time to travel into Manhattan to try and meet John. If only I could have known.
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Post by cosmo on Dec 9, 2008 18:04:15 GMT -5
I keep reading how much people 'miss' John. That's fine. I'm not sure that I do in quite the same way. His death was an awful shock and a sudden, senseless tragedy - but it's not something that I dwell on particularly these days....and I don't really feel a visceral and enduring sense of 'loss' as you do with departed family members. The great thing is that, for me, his music isn't tainted by the manner of his passing. It still sounds fresh and exciting and has no trace of sadness or regret. God, I wish he was still around - but I'm not particularly conscious of 'missing him'. That's interesting, Hans. I miss him in this way: when things happen in the world (like 9/11) I wonder what John would have said about them. I see what's going on in politics and wonder if John's politics would have changed. I wonder what he would have looked like by now. I wonder if he would have stayed true to NYC or moved back to the U.K. I wonder if he and the other lads would ever have considered getting back together. I miss the music he might have created, the books he might have written, the commentary he would surely have made. No, I didn't know John personally, but his passing has left quite a hole in my life. Do I cry about it any more? No. But does a lot of time go by in between occasions of thinking of him? Again, no. At least once a week something - a song on the radio, a current event - will make me think of John and, at that moment, I miss him.
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Post by winstonoboogie on Dec 9, 2008 21:35:31 GMT -5
I would have liked John around NYC in fall of '01. Paul tried hard to pick up our spirits. The two of them on stage together would have helped even more.
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Post by John S. Damm on Dec 9, 2008 23:53:47 GMT -5
Then I got a phone call from my best friend who used to always love teasing me with bogus stories, and he told me it was all over the news that Lennon was shot. I had some friends and a brother who knew I had become a Beatles/Lennon fanatic and from late 1975 until October 1980 would always con me with bogus news that John was about to release a new album. I fell for it every damn time. It would be, "Hey, WLS says John Lennon's new album is coming out in two weeks." I would get giddy and the wise-guy would say, "Just kidding." I would get so mad because I was dying for new Lennon. This is embarrassing to admit but in late 1976, my brother conned me into believing for about one day that E.L.O.'s "Livin' Thing" was John's new single! Hey, I had only been a fan for about a year, was only 13 and Jeff Lynne made a whole career of trying to sound like The Beatles! I was a Senior in high school and to this day I regret not staying home to watch all the news coverage. Plus, it would have been a form of protest: tell my parents that school could go to hell because of John's murder. I wimped out and went to school which then really sucked because... ....Like you Joe, I came across the biggest assholes in the world but at my school, both students and teachers. A few kids were cool(my best friends and they weren't even Beatles' fans, bless them) but I go to Government class and some girl feels the need to announce to our "Barney Fife"-like teacher, "Mr. Hooper, John Damm is sad today because John Lennon was killed last night," even though I was otherwise composed although a lot more quiet than I normally was. Mr. Hooper was a little guy with a Napoleonic complex and he looks at me and starts in on berating John Lennon as a "druggie" and "hippie." This goes on the whole damn 55 minutes of class! My other teachers(except my English teacher) were not so personally abusive but all got a good laugh at this tragedy. Most the other kids were either indifferent or outright jerks. Oh God help us when Lynyrd Skynyrd had that jet crash two years back, these same guys laughing about John's murder all probably got out their candles and played the live "Freebird"(Southern Rock was real big at my high school, LS, Molly Hatchet, The Outlaws, The Marshall Tucker Band, etc.). Our class's scary, greasy kid came and sat with me at lunch and said that he felt my pain as he was a huge Led Zeppelin fan and was still devastated by John Bonham's death just that past September. The guy was nice but he was muttering Columbine-like threats to our classmates who weren't as grief-stricken Dec. 9th as he and I. Yeah, Dec. 9, 1980 really sucked as I was truly hurting over John's murder and I had to deal with some real assholes that day. To my credit(and it is rather against my more excitable nature), I didn't hit anyone. I was just too shell-shocked. I should have stayed home.
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Post by jimc on Dec 10, 2008 0:11:13 GMT -5
I keep reading how much people 'miss' John. That's fine. I'm not sure that I do in quite the same way. His death was an awful shock and a sudden, senseless tragedy - but it's not something that I dwell on particularly these days....and I don't really feel a visceral and enduring sense of 'loss' as you do with departed family members. The great thing is that, for me, his music isn't tainted by the manner of his passing. It still sounds fresh and exciting and has no trace of sadness or regret. God, I wish he was still around - but I'm not particularly conscious of 'missing him'. This post really strikes me. I know how you feel. I moved on quickly, I think. Thanks to John's Playboy interview, I had something to fall back on, as he talked about learning to swim, and then encouraged everyone to swim for themselves. There was a lot of Emerson (Trust Thyself) and Thoreau in what John had to say, and I thank him for helping me to have the confidence to move on. Also, the Clash released Sandinista shortly after this, and I had a musical diversion from the sad events of Dec. and the lp still means a lot to me. Finally, I guess the attempted deification of John by some turned me off. Too often over the years, I cringed at the portrayals of him through the media or through merchandising. It wasn't the singer and songwriter I'd grown to love. So I stuck with the music and the ideas for what they were and cherished them. But moved on.
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Post by vectisfabber on Dec 10, 2008 4:19:42 GMT -5
I miss him still because he was such an important part of my growing up - The Beatles were absolutely central to my adolescence. When he was killed, part of my youth was ripped out, and the gap is still there.
I don't dwell on it these days either, though - time does indeed march on.
Hope you made peace with your mother Joe - please wish her happy birthday.
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Post by Joe Karlosi on Dec 10, 2008 8:10:30 GMT -5
Thanks, Vectis - oh, sure we made peace! There wasn't anything that bad, I was just upset that evening and I think she understood that.
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