Imagine
Twenty-seven years ago.
Before the World Trade Center attacks, before either Space Shuttle accident, the first I-remember-where-and-when moment for me was when I heard John Lennon had been shot.
Twenty-seven years ago.
Remember.
Imagine
Before the World Trade Center attacks, before either Space Shuttle accident, the first I-remember-where-and-when moment for me was when I heard John Lennon had been shot.
Twenty-seven years ago.
Remember.Imagine
posted by Greg! | 5:46 PM
3 Comments:
I was ten, then -- no, wait, eleven. Young enough, anyway, that I had no idea who John Lennon was. When I head, I thought Jack Lemmon had been shot -- though I have no idea why I'd known who Jack Lemmon was, either.
I didn't start listening to the Beatles until the next few years. They were always, for me, a group from Before...with no possibility of regrouping. I've always been a bit jealous of those who got to see the band as their music first unfolded.
We all shine on.
Well, it's not like I got to experience the Beatles "as their music first unfolded." The Beatles -- as a group and as individuals -- were pretty much a fait accompli for me when I first encountered their music. It may actually have been Lennon's death (and the media coverage around it) that put the band versus solo careers distinction into perspective for me.
I guess my whole perspective on Lennon was shaped by his having been killed (I'm trying to resist the impulse to say "struck down") so soon after I'd discovered the Beatles and his music.
The fact that it's been a quarter of a century since then makes me feel pretty damn old.
Maybe I'm just jealous that you even have a memory of him before he was gone.
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