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Where were you 25 years ago today?

jack

jack

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I was coming up on the corner of Cerillos Road and St Francis Drive in Santa Fe, NM with this guy I was leaving for California with. I had just picked up the Journal of Popular Culture #1, which I had just finished publishing, and was going to San Diego to sell the books and have some fun. It was mid 50's, sunny breezy NM weather as usual, and we were flipping for tunes on the radio. The news cam on that John Lennon had been murdered and I swear to God, the world went cold for me at that point.

Lennon (along with Muhammad Ali) are the two people I look up to in this world. For a nobody like Chapman to come along and mess with history "just because he could" or "because he wanted to be famous", whatever. See, that's where I don;t get it. I'm fucking obsessed, about just about everything. But killing someone, a real person for some twisted inside "revelation" is beyond disgusting.

Lennon's contribution to society is huge. What I liked about his music was it's unembarrassed roughness. He and George Martin got along very well in the studio in the good Beatle years, it's a shame he loved Yoko so much, she was such a distraction he got, well...distracted.

Greatest fucking rock and roller in the history of music IMO

Still very much missed.
 
Since I was 9 years old twenty-five years ago, I assume I was in 4th grade at St. Barnabas Catholic School, in Southwest Philadelphia.

I remember something about some long-haired hippie gettin' shot or something.
 
I was in 7th grade. I was in my shitty history class and a note was going around "do you feel bad for John Lennon" - at the time I thought he was a senior or something who got suspended. Then again I was 12 and raised on Motown not Beatles. This trajedy fairly well escaped me for years to come. It's compounded by the fact that all we have been left with is Yoko and the ever ready to make a buck McCartney, the embarrasing joke that Sean turned out to be, the allienation of Julian and the he said/she said bullshit from both sides that never seemed trustworthy.

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In this picture Yoko is saying: "Paul said you suck."
 
One has to wonder what he would have thought however about the internet, iPeople, and evil little white kids and their obsession with rap.
 
I was 6, and it was the day before my mom's birthday. We were sitting in front of the stereo - I think she had some records/vinyl out, or something, and I remember her crying.
 
I was never big on the Beatles growing up. As a kid I was into Metal and just thought what I did know what their's (like Twist and Shout) was flaky. Now I have much more respect for them. Can't say I am a huge fan, because I still can't throw in one of their albums at home, but I can give them props for being of of the most influencial rock bands of all time, and I liked Harrison and Lennon solo too. The reality is though, I am more of a Rolling Stones kind of guy.

Lennon was the shit though. Let it Be and Imagine are two phenominal songs.

And yes, I hate that Yoko whore. Every time she opens her mouth I want to smack her. I don't know what Lennon saw in her. She isn't remotely attractive, and is annoying as hell when she talks.
 
cOULDN'T YOU HEAR IT, EVEN INSIDE YOUR DAD'S SACK LIKE THAT MENTY??????????????????????????????????????????????????/
 
I don't specifically remember the day Lennon died. I was a goody-two-shoes preacher's kid who mostly listened to Barry Manilow, and thought I was really daring when I cranked up some Boston. I probably could have told you more about Handel and Wagner than I could have about any rock band. One of my best friends had a huge crush on George Harrison, but it took me years to really appreciate the Beatles.

Looking back, I am awed by Lennon's vision and integrity. His death was a huge loss to the world.
 
It happened at night, so the question might really be where were you on the 9th when more people found out about it...

I was a sophomore in high school, 15 years old. I remember spending all of first period in graphic arts class with my friends just listening to the radio for news and tributes. The teacher was cool about it, he probably was a bigger fan than I was. I remember hearing Don Imus' taped tribute that has been replayed on some of the other anniversaries: "Someone went and shot a poet."
 
I was in heaven, getting ready for my big entrance back into the world of humans, again. Hopefully this time, they won't nail me to a cross when I hit 33. :D
 
^Speaking of certifiable, I got an email from Rall this morning :bigass: I'd say stuff in the Gutters is about to blow up in your face.

You better hope whoever sent Veitch that email that tries by association to make me Kim isn't connected to you, because someone has a copy of it, it turns out. And now I do, also. I'd say you're toast.

What's "ironic" is how it follows your modus operandi in your "I hate Rall cos he dissed Spiegleman in the Village Voice and I'm going to teach him a lesson by God" campaign.

The fuck up was the Veitch email, should've never done that Hellman :bigass:
 
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