I’d been planning, for quite some time actually, to write a long post about John Lennon and his death for today. Specifically, it was going to be about his actual death, the real tragedy of it. The real tragedy, for those who are curious? Just how much he wanted to live.
But now one of my best friends is dead and has been for less than two weeks. And so that’s just a little too much for me to write right now. And I think those of you who know the specifics of her death will understand that best of all, why I can’t sit here and write today about how someone who impacted my life profoundly but who I still did not know is pointlessly dead despite a desperate sense of wanting to live. That irony is just too much for me. And I think you’ll understand why I’m tearing up right now, and I wasn’t expecting it to be for someone other than John.
But still, I feel his loss. I do. Every year. And though I never knew him, indeed though I never lived on the earth at the same time as he did, I miss him. And I miss my friend.
So instead, I will play her favorite Beatles song, which because she was a smart woman, just so happens to be a John song. It’s not my favorite, and I don’t even particularly feel that it’s one of his best. But it’s not for me. Well, not entirely anyway.
[I even went and did you kids a favor by finding the mono mix. Trust me, trust me, trust me, if you can get your hands on it, the mono version of all of Sgt. Pepper’s is ten billion times better than the stereo. I promise. Most of it’s on YouTube. Or try searching torrents for “beatles” and “purple chick” and then thank me profusely later. Again, just trust me, because doing so has just about made my life.]
Yoko has asked you to share your memories of John here. This was mine. Please leave yours, and feel free to also do so in the comments here. What are your favorite John songs? What did his music and his life mean to you?
UPDATE: More here.