Where were you and what were you doing when you heard about John Lennon?

For those old enough to remember.

I was seventeen years old, and in boarding school. Everybody knew how much I loved the Beatles. A friend of mine came into my room, and told me to turn the radio on, but wouldn't tell me what it was about. I turned it on, and that was when I first learned about it.

I still miss John Lennon, and can't help wondering what he would have to say about the current state of the world. I wish that he were still here, knowing that he would be a tireless fighter against the Evil Empire.:cry:

Don't know if this question has already been asked today, as I've been away for awhile.

It was around 11pm central time and I had gone to bed after jamming with my band (yeah, I wanted to be a rock star, lol). A friend called me and said, "Lennon was shot." I thought he meant Lennon was shot in the leg. I was depressed for weeks, sort of the way I felt after 9/11.

Of course I've always been a depressed type, but on top of that, I was deeply saddened by this particular event.

and Jane Pauley on NBC news was saying the most incomprehensible thing in the world: "John Lennon was murdered..."
It was cognitive dissonance. And the saddest day. Later we gravitated to the Lincoln Memorial (maybe a few days later?) where people had a moment of silence on the steps in honor of John. At the end of the moment, someone played the song "Imagine"
John, we love you still.

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This has always been one of my favorites.

Happy Christmas

So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The world is so wrong
And so happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fight
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
And so this is Christmas
And what have we done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
War is over over
If you want it
War is over
Now...


Peace.

I sat there for some time, unable or unwilling to move. Once I could move, I flew to the tv to see the news for myself. I then left for a vigil that was held in Harvard Square. I remember feeling numb for days.

I grew up as a "Beatles generation" child. My father was a DJ in his early life and had a record store when the Beatles hit the scene. I had lifesize cutouts of the Fab Four in my bedroom from their first album and remember my siblings playing air guitar to their music while myself and my friends screamed for them, just like on Ed Sullivan.

I knew then that it was a turning point for my generation. I still can't hear some of his music without being transported back to that couch on that cold December night, so many years ago.

(Answered this on a similar thread yesterday, but weird enough to repeat.)

On Edmonton's K-97, right after they announced that he'd been shot, they played tracks from the next three top albums: Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar, Shoot to Thrill by AC/DC, and Another One Bites the Dust by Queen.

my two babies to bed. It was like the Earth had spun off of its axis.

Funny, I was just telling this story a couple of weeks ago.

First, I love John Lennon, and was very upset when he died. But earlier that day I had seen a car wrecked in the ditch on my way home from school, and it looked just like the car of one of my best friends. It was a very distinctive car. So I drove home and called her, and she didn't answer. I had drama practice that night, and she didn't show up to practice, and no one knew why. So I drove hom all nervous, walked in the door, and my mother said, very somber, "Did you hear who died?" "No," I said, terrified it was Liz. "John Lennon," she said. "Oh thank God," I said, which of course confused her until I explained it. I was able to reach Liz soon after, and it wasn't her car.

The person I was telling that story to a couple weeks ago was Liz, in fact. I saw her for the first time in twenty years.

Hey, you asked! :-)

Thinking back on this is bringing back old memories. I remember that night that there was sort of a rebellion in the girl's dorm, and people were refusing to go to bed, and were instead playing Beatles music loudly, late into the night. We all got into trouble and had some privilage taken away for several weeks. I remember treasuring every day of my "punishment", as it made me feel somehow connected to Lennon's spirit, or like he was still there for the duration of that period.

(6th grade) and watching "Good Morning America".

Jay

and since my father was a Beatle fan, it was a somber time for my family. :(

I remember seeing all those people on TV crying and holding candles and it dawned on me the importance of this man. Until that moment because of my age I thought he was just a singer in a band. Boy was I naive.:crazy:

(it was so long ago)my mom had a garage sale. My aunt was selling a bunch of LP's and told me I could have one. I went through what seemed like hundreds of them until I came upon one that sparked my imagination with just it's cover. There was so much to look at on that thing that I didn't even play it for a day or two. It was Sgt. Pepper's... and a Beatles fan was born.

Jay

I was stunned, I remember staring at the news. I was seven years old and a big Beatles fan. I hid behind the big armchair in the living room and cried and cried.

see post 42.

That night, in Austin they had a candlelight vigil at the zilker park christmas tree... Me and my best Friend bawling our eyes out, made the front page of the Austin American Statesman.

I still have the copy of the paper...

They were talking about it at my high school the morning after.

Oh John, just when we needed you the most you returned. A double-fantasy come true. And just like that you were gone...It still hurts like a thud in my chest.

She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do, oh yeah

She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust.

I need a fix cause I'm going down.
Down to the bits that I left uptown.
I need a fix cause I'm going down.

Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun.

Happiness is a warm gun
(bang, bang, shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know nobody can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun.
Yes it is.

I'd started my Beatles Fan Phase a few months prior to Lennon's death and I was devastated. I had to stay home from school the next day.

I was in the Federal Bldg in Houston on military business, can't remember the year.

John and Yoko were there trying to get custody of Yoko's daughter from a previous marriage.

While waiting for whatever I was doing I sat in this child-size school desk in the hall. John Lennon came walking down the hall all by himself and sat right next to me.
He said he couldn't take any more of the courtroom and wanted to smoke, anyway.

We were both pretty wasted on various substances and struck up a rollicking conversation.

Pretty soon here came the Houston media, roiling down the hallway. Cameras, mics, the works.

They started shouting all manner of inane questions and Lennen turned to them and said,"Can I just continue my conversation, please?"

All over the evening news that night.

That's my John Lennon story.

Really

Old enough to know who he was, and old enough to remember when they broke in on the TV to tell us (I'm in my early 30s now.) I remember my mom started crying, then my dad did as well. See, they were quite young then too. My dad was a musician and my mom and her best friend WERE the Beatles in school, on the playground. She was distraught for weeks.

You know Stevie Nicks "Edge of Seventeen" is partially about John. You should listen to it with that in mind.

I'll have to listen to it again and see if I can get the John Lennon reference.

On some VH1 thing. Here, I found this: http://www.inherownwords.com/edge.htm

Good to know...

I have to begin by saying that I did not witness this, but the guys who were there swore to God that this was true. One of the guys involved is one of the most honest people I have ever known. Ok...having said that...

This happened at my alma mater, SUNY Fredonia in Fredonia, NY. There were seven guys in a dorm room watching Monday night football. The guy who lived in the room had the four pictures of the Beatles on the wall (from the "Let It Be" album, I think -- the four individual pictures). While the guys were watching the game, the picture of John Lennon kept falling off of the wall. The guys put it back up three or four times. The next time the picture fell, one of the guys put the picture on the wall upside down and that seemed to do the trick.

Fifteen minutes later the announcement came on Monday Night Football that John Lennon had been shot and killed.

When I got to college the next year, every guy that was in that room that night had that picture of John Lennon on his wall; and every guy had it on the wall upside down.

A girl I worked with was a part-time DJ at the local college radio station, and I could tell the moment I saw her she wasn't doing well. "Poor John", she said, and I couldn't think of anyone we worked with by that name. "John Lennon is dead", she explained, and a moment later the shock hit me.

I may only be a teenager, but I have always been a big fan of the Beetles and John Lennon, always raiding my parent's CDs as a kid and listening to Srgt. Pepper and the Beatles Greatest Hits. They've been playing his songs all day on the radio and even though I was not born when he died, I still nearly cried when "Imagine" was played. I guess that is a testiment to the power of his music and the message he preached while still alive.

Welcome to DU.

For those who haven't seen the movie "Z" ... it means "He lives".

with my grandparents .

I was 11

I cried .

He had just gone to the store that day to buy a Christmas present for me - Double Fantasy

went to Egans and drank about a tub full of dark draft beer and shed a tear or two. The music played that night was, of course, all Lennon (or Beatles) Some dude who looked earily like John got atop a table and offerred up a lovely toast. Two days later I observed the two minutes silence or whatever it was locked in the bathroom at a right leaning Aunts house. I'd have been ridiculed by my Right wing family for moourning John Lennon. Hell, that would rank right up there with cheering for Muhammed Ali in a boxing match., haha.

I haven't been there in a long time.

I was watching Monday Night Football.

...I was shocked, cried and cried.

KICK!

in Tampa, Fla. I was 21. Double Fantasy was just out. John was doing interviews: Playboy December issue (Barbara Bach on the cover - I have it of course); also Rolling Stone cover issue, the cover with John nude wrapped around Yoko, who was dressed (which I also have). The LP had been released to mixed reviews; it was selling, but not flying out of the stores. I loved it because it gave me the opportunity to listen to John, and it gave us an excuse to play Beatles LP's. The phones started ringing, the district manager was there, the calls were for him. They told him, he repeated it back , "what do you mean, John Lennon's dead?" Then he started working up orders for Beatles catalogue, and Lennon catalog, with a big order for the new LP.

I was shocked, angry, hurt.


I'm still angry and hurt; I'm just not shocked anymore.

My mom was doing dishes and I was in bed, I woke up when i heard her break a dish. I got of my room and asked her whats the matter? She said John Lennon of the beatles where dead. I didn't know who lennon was at the time hey i waas only a kid but i remember the word "beatles" and her crying. It was the first time that I also learned human beings could be killed by a gun.

I just remember laying on the bed and listening to Scott Munie (sp?)in NYC, remember him anybody? He knew John and Yoko pretty well and was very shook up. The whole thing was unreal. I remember my uncle, who is about ten years older than me and loved the Beatles calling me about it, very upset.

I miss him too and would love to hear him now. But he is still relevant today:

Give Me Some Truth

I’m sick and tired of hearing
Things
From uptight short sighted
Narrow minded hypocritics

All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth

I’ve had enough of reading
Things
By nuerotic pyschotic
Pig headed politicians

All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth

No short-haired yellow-bellied
Son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard
Soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope

I’m sick to death of seeing
Things
From tight lipped
Condescending mommies little
Chauvinists

All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth

I’ve had enough of watching
Scenes
Of schizophrenic ego-centric
paranoic prima-donnas

All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth

Reagan was President-elect. I was separated from my wife and daughter and going through a divorce.

It just added to the devastation.

but living at home with the folks. I recall having taken one parent to visit the brother and SIL (expecting a baby), and when we arrived that their home evening, that's when I heard the news. I was beginning to appreciate Beatles music so the news just threw me for a loop that day...

He has never been alive when I was alive. I wish he was. He is one of my favorite musicians.

:hi:

was Joe King Carasco playing and he announces between songs in an oddly kind of celebratory way "John Lennon has been shot in New York City!"

My ex-husband was stationed with the Army there during the VietNam war. Several of our friends had gone on, from Germany, to die in VietNam. The first time I stepped onto US soil in 3 years, my Parents picked me up at the airport. When we got to the car I asked them to put the tape of "Imagine" in the stereo. I so loved that song! My Army Ex and I, had marched against the Vietnam war in Mannheim Germany. They listened to the song. My mother said, "That is the stupidest song I have ever heard". Since that day her opinion has meant very little to me. She had no ears to hear. Perhaps it has helped me understand the ignorance all 'mericans who voted for and stand by bu$h. They have no ears to hear... hence, this horrible mess we find ourselves today. Sigh.

I was 21 then and John Lennon died when I was 30. I had two children by then, my oldest was in 1st grade. I remember she was sad with me the day he died. She knew his music.

My mother, 79 years old now, mostly plays bingo, still votes republican and shops at Walmart. She has, despite my best efforts, remained ignorant. Oh, how I have tried to show them the light. We are, politically, as different as Night and Day. I sometimes think they got the wrong baby at the hospital.

Imagine... I still do. Thank goodness my Children and Grandchildren see things the way I do. We have marched (9 deep) and against the war in Iraq and stood vigils for Peace together, several times. It is getting better.....but not fast enough.

She told us after school. She then lit up a joint and shared it with us. It was truly surreal and only the 3rd or 4th time I'd gotten high in my life. She played song after song and cried continually. Monica and I were getting extremely teary as well. I knew who the Beatles were, and liked their music - I had seen Yellow Submarine (one of the few previous stoned experiences), but I did not grasp WHAT the Beatles and John Lennon were for another few years.

I was 17 at the time, it was the next morning when she came into my room and said "John Lennon died." She didn't say how, so I assumed that he o.d.ed. :eyes:

I was shocked and saddened, as most people were but the more time has passed the more pissed off I am about his death. :grr:

having breakfast at Navy basic training. I remember commenting about alot of Beatle songs being played on the radio that morning. That's when someone told me about John Lennon being shot.

We never hear of her funding any projects, as I imagine John would have done. I'm curious as to whether she does it quietly.

My world stopped. I was 17 years old and I will never forget where I was.


We lost so much that day.

Hanging out at home doing what kids do. My mom was making dinner and the news was on. I had to ask her who he was. My family didn't have much variation or sophistication in the musical collection.
I saw the vigils on television, and I was astonished at how deep and widespread the mourning was. It took many years before I understood why but I have never forgotten those images.

My mother would NOT waste our cow milk no matter what!
..... It was on the news. I cried and cried.

Patriots/Dolphins
Pats were getting theirs tails handed to them as usual for those days.
Cosell interupts to tell us that John had been shot.
I get upset at my parents for not letting me travel to New York, alone, at fifteen, to go to the vigil at Strawberry Fields.
My Birthday is December 7.
Frank Zappa died December 6.
George Harrison December 1.

My best friend asked me a few years ago why all my heroes die around my birthday.

I heard about it on the radio, like most of the other kids.

I wasn't a big Beatles fan, but I remember being sad. There were many long faces in school that day.

I was prepared to have a really good night. "Bless the Beasts & Children" was about to air on late-night teevee. That flick meant a lot to me because when it came out (1971), my father had refused to let me see it. My older sister had seen it and told me all about it and I wanted to see it too. Dad said "No" because there was a lot of cursing in the film. As a result I read the book about ten times and even bought the soundtrack album.

So anyway, I was all comfy and ready to finally see this elusive film of teenage angst. Then, the station interrupted for the breaking news...

I didn't watch "Bless the Beasts & Children". I spent the next four hours on the phone with friends.

PS: I finally finished my blog post about Lennon. It's part of a series -Year Zero- where I compare the Dubya administration to the Nixon administration and Watergate. If you want, you can read it here:

http://blogslut.com/zero12.html

so i can assure you he had absolutely NOTHING to do with lennon's passing.

It's time to move on. There's no way I can vent my full anger at Chapman.

Let's focus on what needs to be done at this very instant!

I think John would approve.

God is a concept,
By which we can measure,
Our pain,
I'll say it again,
God is a concept,
By which we can measure,
Our pain,
I don't believe in magic,
I don't believe in I-ching,
I don't believe in bible,
I don't believe in tarot,
I don't believe in Hitler,
I don't believe in Jesus,
I don't believe in Kennedy,
I don't believe in Buddha,
I don't believe in mantra,
I don't believe in Gita,
I don't believe in yoga,
I don't believe in kings,
I don't believe in Elvis,
I don't believe in Zimmerman,
I don't believe in Beatles,
I just believe in me,
Yoko and me,
And that's reality.
The dream is over,
What can I say?
The dream is over,
Yesterday,
I was dreamweaver,
But now I'm reborn,
I was the walrus,
But now I'm John,
And so dear friends,
You just have to carry on,
The dream is over.


To that litany I add: "I don't believe in Lennon."

BTW, I'm a huge Lennon fan...from what I know of him, though, he was not one to keep looking backward or to idolize anyone.

I threw up on the couch while watching MNF. I cried so long and hard my mother was afraid I would miscarry. My four year old loves Lennon, we listened to Working Class Hero all day yesterday. I have loved John for 36 years. I will love him forever.

and still am. Your daughter is beautiful by the way. Hope your son is doing better. :hug:

I was 15 and had just started to really get into the Beatles over the summer.

Usually on school days I slept in until my alarm clock went off, but that morning I awoke well before dawn. I couldn't get back to sleep so I clicked on my radio on the nightstand and, after searching the dial, found "A Day in the Life" (one of my all time favorite songs).

I lay there in the dark and listened to the song climax with its final crashing chord. As the chord reverberated, the DJ somberly said "John Lennon. Dead at 40." I can clearly remember that moment after all these years...

I was in kind of daze for the rest of the day, as if I'd lost a good friend. Lennon's music was so intensely personal that it struck universal chords in so many people...it was almost like you knew him and shared some kind of intimate bond with him.

While Lennon's murder was a huge, terrible loss, I resist idolizing him. As he once told a grieving friend (paraphrase), you can either choose to die with the deceased or you can choose to live. Getting on with it, fighting the good fight, and popping in a Lennon/Beatles disk once in a while s you do it, is the most fitting tribute to Lennon, imo.

and had to get there at about 0330 to meet the bread shipment. Had the radio on, and they played several John Lennon songs in a row. I most remember Instant Karma being played, and I thought, "man, that's weird, they almost never play John Lennon". Though maybe it was one of those commercial free hours that they used to do, but then the guy came on and said that John Lennon had been shot and killed. I pulled over in dis-belief, rolled a "doobie" (this was before you had to pee in a bottle to get a job), and thought that this was the end of innocence.

moment in my life.

I was in 3rd grade at the time. I didn't find out until the next morning. It's funny, I remember it was raining that morning on my way to school. One of the crossing guards was crying. When I asked why, she said that one of the Beatles had been shot. Before then I really didn't know who John Lennon was, so I thought that was shame and went on my way to school. During the day, most of the older students were talking about it, but I still didn't really grasp what it was all about. Later that day when I got home, I asked my mom who this John Lennon guy was, and why everyone was so sad. My mother took me to the living room and put an album on the stereo. It was John Lennon's Working Class Hero. My mother and father were both active in the labor movement back then, in fact my father worked for a major union here in Philadelphia. THe song Working Class Hero had almost been an anthem in our house for as long as I could remember. As I listened, I came to fully realized what a great man the world had lost. Since that day, I have never forgotten what a hero he was. Rest In Peace.

I do remember the next day though, I was in the local butcher shop talking about it with the guy behind the counter. I'm thinking to myself, that's it. End of my youth for sure. I was already 29, but this put the nail in it for me.

When Cosell made the announcement. I never really liked Cosell but he did a good job that night...

I was ten years old....

heres a work doodle

my neighborhood was having a power failure. I was working at the county coroner's lab at the time. one of my friends from work
called me, sobbing, took a while for her to say Lennon's been murdered.

oh yea, I litterally stayed in bed for 5 days. surprisingly so did a couple of other people and we didn't get fired.

But I knew who he was and that our country was very effected by his death. My parents were more Elvis fans than Beatles fans (something to do with their age I'm sure), so I remember Elvis's death more vividly even though I was 8 at that time.

Still, I was heartbroken that any musician could be snuffed out so quickly. I will never understand it.

The alarm clock radio went off in the morning and that was the first thing I heard, "John Lennon is dead". I clung to the hope that it wasn't anybody I cared about: "Famous actor, John Lennon? Famous athlete John Lennon?" Those thoughts raced thorough my head before the radio announcer said "Former Beatle, John Lennon is dead, after being shot...".
Horrible, Horrible news for a dedicated Beatleologist. Worst of all, I had been hoping that there was a possibility of a reunion, since John was back into music, and he seemed so much more at peace with life than at any other time.

first thing I heard was "Sad news, this morning. Beatle John Lennon died last night." That was the most awful time. I was teaching 8th grade in a Catholic school then and every week a different class would have to plan for the school mass. That week was my class's turn and they insisted that "All You Need is Love" be played. The kids in that class had been born in the late 60's and didn't remember Beatlemania, but they knew and appreciated John Lennon. I still can't believe he's been gone for a quarter of a century.

I was walking down the street with my friend Chad, I think the day after. We were on our way out to this abandoned stone house in the middle of a pasture on the edge of town where we often went to hide from adults. On that day, he'd managed to lift his dad's Playboy from under the bed, and we were going to look at it. Not that this is important to the story, but that's what we were going to do.

We had a portable radio with us, and while we were listening to it, we heard a report than John Lennon had been killed. Chad was a huge Beatles fan -- strange for our age, but he was -- and it had rubbed off on me to an extent. It really hit Chad hard. We ended up abandoning the Playboy in a sewer drain and just listened to the radio the rest of the day.

in my living room when my best friend Chris called me. It was around dinner time. About three or so years earlier I had started having musical tastes of my own, so to speak. Of course this mainly meant I was old enough to raid my parents record collection and play them by myself. The Beatles were the favorite of all my parents music. I asked for albums I didn't have at birthday's, christmas..you name it. My friend Chris, who I went to school with was also a big Beatles fan. We spent hours listening to Steve Martin comedy records and; always, the Beatles. The thing I remember most is when I told my mom. Looking back on it I think she had a very hard time hearing this from her 10 year old son. The news came on immediately in our house for verification. I cant remember if I cried because I was truly sad and recognized what had happened, or because it was one of the few times I ever saw my mother cry.

It was the first time I had played that particular Lp in a long time. I usually watched MNF, but oddly did not choose to that night. The next morning, I got the newspaper and spread it out in preparation for a typical breakfast before heading to high school. There it was in stark bold letters - Beatle Lennon Shot Dead. Total shock and depression filled the rest of the day. I wore black to school and listened to tributes on my transistor radio as the dj's exhorted us to keep the "Headlights on for John." Meanwhile, the "unrequited-love-girl-of-my-teenage-dreams" was bopping around campus without a care in the world...

25 years can heal wounds and/or wound heals.

I remember it was Feb.4, 1959. I was in 5th grade and when we heard the news spread throughout the classroom: Buddy Holly, Richie Valenzuela and J.P.Richardson (the Big Bopper) had dead the night before in a plane crash Between Clear Lake, Iowa and Fargo, ND. A terrible tragedy, all of us were completely demolished emotionally. But we finished the day and went home to weep uncontrollably, in private.

I can clearly remember the classroom that day, it's like etched in my memory. My memories around that time are mostly in black and white, but that moment is in full color, thats how strong the memory is. I remember my good buddy, Ronnie, told me the news and I can still see the tear squeezing out of the corner of his eye as he told me the news. None of us ever cried in public, so him with a tear shows how emotional that instant in time was. He was sort of a caring and sensitive sort anyway, so we let let him slide on that single faux pas, but later I sternly warned him to wall-up his emotions or others would destroy him at recess. Thats the sort of people we were then. Thats the environment we found ourselves in at that time.

Wait, you were taking about John Lennon. Sorry, but I wasn't a Beatles fan. Still, nobody deserves what happened to him either. But after the big 3, I stopped thinking musicians were somehow more that just people that just happened have a following. Besides, we still had Elvis even though the Bopper bit the dust, so we were able to move on and find others that entertained us. So when Elvis dead much later, it didn't mean much to me, even though I liked him, emotionally, my wall was complete. By that time I didn't feel much of anything, the wall was that strong.

I sometimes wonder how entertainers end-up dying in such rough ways, like booze and dope. It must have something to do with how fans fawn over them so much, demand so much from them and this ends-up destroying so many.

Anyway, I don't remember where I was when I heard about Lennon, didn't mean much to me I guess, but I can relate how you feel about Lennon, because I probably feel the same way about the Bopper.

I really don't recall where I was or what I was doing, though it was definitely a memorable event...
I grew up on the Beatles, and I REALLY miss 'em... now THAT was music!
As for John coming back, he already did, way back in 2001 (but he didn't stay long):

"And to add to this seeming frenzy of terror and tragedy, 2001 was the year George Harrison died of cancer, and also the year John Lennon came back from the dead in early November, just as foretold by Jean Dixon, took one look around and immediately killed himself again. Men in Black hushed the whole thing up."
from 2001 in Review: Definitely NOT as Good as the Movie

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listening to the radio, after a shift as a fast food drone, with a desirable young lady.
It was my birthday. I was a Beatle fan, but didn't know enough about John's contribution to the band.
It still hurt, in a way that was remarkable considering my ignorance.
Since then, I've learned which Beatle tunes were written by which Beatles. And, additionally I've, since, thoroughly become familiar with John's post Beatles work.
I have to say that "Mother" is one of the most beautiful, naked expressions of pain-in-music I've ever heard.
And that's the whole point. Music is magic. Like any other art, it should be a conduit, a means of connecting and expressing your feelings with the listener's.