Today ( December 8th ) in 1980 John Lennon was shot to death by a mentally disturbed man.
All my life I’ve heard people talk about where they were when JFK was shot. I could never relate to that, not having been born at the time.
I do remember where I was when John Lennon was shot. I was a sophomore in high school. I remember talking about it in an English class with Mr. Truit and the “cool older kids”. At the time John Lennon had just released his “Double Fantasy” solo album which made me aware of his existence separate from The Beatles.
I remember a discussion about “Imagine” on an old sitcom called “WKRP In Cincinnati” . One of the DJ’s explained how the lyrics meant hope for the future. Lennon, having been influenced by Eastern meditation thought that visualizing such a future might help bring it about and he wrote that song. A station executive in the story read the lyrics and dismissed “Imagine” as communism.
That is always how I liked to think of “Imagine”, as a vision for a future we are all hungry for and how imaging it may bring it about, or a few minutes of joy at that vision.
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I remember it. I was 13 at my aunt’s house in the hallway. I loved the Beatles since I was 2. I was devastated.
I’m 24, so I wasn’t there, but no lie – when I first found out that John Lennon was dead I was heart broken for days.