....... thirty years ago when you first heard the news that John Lennon had died ?

Your young Joey was just sixteen years old  , a junior in High School  , watching Monday Night Football when he heard Howard Cosell bray ...................................  *** :

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gcdz1IRVoM


Why ?!   ........ WHY .. ?!!!!!!!!

Went to bed early that night.

Heard the news from my Dad the next morning just as I was about to leave for work.

Sleeping, heard it from mom the next morning as she was crying her eyes out.  :will-ya

I was 28. Went to bed and the hubby stayed up watching Monday Night Football. He came to bed, woke me up, and told me. I didn't sleep another wink that night. Dragged myself up in the morning and my ride picked me up for work. She just said "Heard the news?" I said, dully, "Yeah". And that's all we said for the 1/2 hour ride. Didn't cry until the Sunday, when there was that 10 minute worldwide tribute---if you were in the car you were supposed to turn on your lights. I was home, listening to the radio. The song they played was by Gabriel Faure---can't remember the title, but I could sing the melody to you right now, if you could only hear me....

listening to the report on the radio prolly WHCN........

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Joey wrote on Dec 7^th, 2010 at 6:21pm:

....... thirty years ago when you heard the news that John Lennon had died ? Your young Joey was just sixteen years old  , a junior in High School  , watching Monday Night Football when he heard Howard Cosell bray ...................................  *** : | | | V http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gcdz1IRVoM Why ?!   ........ WHY .. ?!!!!!!!!

Me too Joey. Watching Monday Night Football.

Watching Monday Nite Football, what  a drag.......Shooting someone........ no matter who sucks.

Watching Monday Night Football.  

Like Joey...16 years old...
Like Edith...went to bed early not knowing...
the next morning, getting ready for early morning swimming practice...
heard it on the radio...The Scott Muni show in New York

it was the early hours of the 9th,in his home country, when he passed away.

As a schoolboy who loved the Beatles music, i was confused and sad.
 I remember the televised tributes, and the Beatles movie 'Help' being shunted into the schedules, that evening.

So very sad....what a waste...he's still missed.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvaRNxSZr38&feature=related

Many Rivers to Cross....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgzWqfZo8fY

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-11926898

I was schoolgirl - I think it was just ordinary day at school - I did not knew anything.
 I heard it later - boys from our school band told us.

There was no Breakfast time TV in the UK until about 1983 (and hardly any all night radio either) so most of us knew nothing until we switched on the radio for the news before going to school or work.


I remember getting washed and dressed for school, and just getting to the top of the stairs to go down for breakfast at 8 am only for my mum to run into the hall shouting that it had been on the news that he'd been shot dead. I literally spent the entire day at school in a daze. It didnt make sense -  I die, you die, John fucking Lennon doesn't die. And more to the point, he doesnt get assassinated by a nutcase.

It didnt REALLY hit home until I got back to the house afterwards and started hearing and seeing the TV and radio tributes. Thirty years on, its still one of those moments that you mark your life by. Whilst I dont accept that Lennon was worthy of the elevation to near sainthood that many people have bestowed upon him, it's still a memory that moves me immensely. A significant chunk of my youthful innocence was removed that night never to return.

On the four occasions I've visited New York between 1993 and 2006, I've always made a point of going up to Central Park West and West 72nd for a few minutes contemplation at the place where it happened and at Strawberry Fields across the street.

Coincidentally enough, my sister flew to New York on Monday for her first ever holiday in the US. I'd expect her to be around the Dakota at some point today.

Howard Cosell on MNF....surreal like the day Reagan was shot..Assholes and guns a deadly mix that has caused so much sorrow and heartache

worst day ever!

I first heard it from my Father, I was in bed to get to work the next day, it was around 11:30, I got up to go to the bathroom, & he said to me one of the Beatles got shot, I couldn't believe it, next morning I went to work, & it was in the front of the newspapers, I went out later in the week, & bought all kinds of Beatles albums, some I used to have, some I never had, it was one of the weirdest, strangest incidents to happen ever, a rock star gets shot to death by a insane fan.

Life is what happens to you
While you're busy making other plans

I didn't watch MNF, and my parents didn't listen to news radio so I was in my 11th grade Psychology class.  The teacher, Mr. Callahan thought himself quite hip and was obliged to say how tragic the murder of "Johnny Lennon" was.  Wait, I'm thinking, he must have made a mistake and meant Johnny Rotten, or maybe Johnny Thunders, so I interrupt him and say, "Hold on, Mr. C.  You mean the John Lennon?"  He confirmed it with a dramatic nod of the head.  After an awkward second (no one else in the class gave a fuck), and betraying the insincerity of his announcement, Mr. C carried on with the class in his usual manner.   I sat there stunned for a minute, then got up and left the room without being excused.  I just went into the bathroom and stood still, not looking at anything in particular, until I felt like I could deal with the class.  I went back in eventually, but I couldn't, really.

  :sad

I was just home from work.  I was in the kitchen and heard the announcement from the TV in the family room.  It was just unbelievable to me that this could have happened.  It was the kind of out of body feeling I had experienced when President Kennedy was assassinated.  Stunned, furious and wondering why in the world anyone would want to murder a person that was loved by so many?  I called the friend with whom I'd seen the Beatles 3 times - all we could do was repeat that we couldn't believe it and wonder why.

Good and interesting topic Joey!

:aimama

I was at work the next day and the first to came to my mind was that "Yoko did it" LOL (seriously that was my first reaction) then I was in shock, couldn't believe it. Next year, late August 1981 I moved to NYC for two years, I visited the place before the first anniversary, strange vibes, I didn't attend the celebrations on Central Park due to schedule conflicts

I have a header for today but left it at home, later I will change lovely Jessi for the new one, sorry

Lennon's Final Interview Released


Posted on Wednesday December 8, 2010 at 06:01 AM Add |
.Three days before he was gunned down, John Lennon complained about his critics - saying they were just interested in "dead heroes" - and talked optimistically about his family and future, musing that he had "plenty of time" to accomplish some of his life goals.

Lennon's final interview was released to The Associated Press by Rolling Stone on Wednesday, the 30th anniversary of the musician's death. The issue using the full interview will be on magazine stands on Friday. While brief excerpts of Jonathan Cott's interview with Lennon were released for a 1980 Rolling Stone cover story days after Lennon's death, this is the first time the entire interview has been published.

"His words are totally joyous and vibrant and hopeful and subversive and fearless," said Cott in an interview on Tuesday. "He didn't mince words."

Lennon saves some of his harshest words for critics who were perennially disappointed with Lennon's path, in both music and in his life, after leaving the Beatles.

"These critics with the illusions they've created about artists - it's like idol worship," he said. "They only like people when they're on their way up ... I cannot be on the way up again.

"What they want is dead heroes, like Sid Vicious and James Dean. I'm not interesting in being a dead (expletive) hero. .. So forget 'em, forget 'em."

He also predicted that Bruce Springsteen, then hailed as rock's bright future, would endure the same critical barbs: "And God help Bruce Springsteen when they decide he's no longer God. ... They'll turn on him, and I hope he survives it."

But Lennon also talked about trying to be a good father to his youngest son Sean, learning how to relate to a child (he admitted he wasn't good at play) and spoke of his strong bond with wife Yoko Ono: "I've selected to work with ... only two people: Paul McCartney and Yoko Ono. ... That ain't bad picking."

At 40, he was also reflective of what he had accomplished so far in life and exploring life's themes, and remained committed to his goal of peace and love on earth.

"I'm not claiming divinity. I've never claimed purity of soul. I've never claimed to have the answers to life. I only put out songs and answer questions as honestly as I can ... But I still believe in peace, love and understanding."

Cott interviewed Lennon at his apartment and at his record studio. The interview was originally planned for a cover story for Lennon and Ono's upcoming album Double Fantasy, but in the rush to put out a story after Lennon was shot to death by Mark David Chapman, only snippets were used.

Cott said he never went back to the three hours worth of tapes until a few months ago when he was cleaning out his closet.

"On a strip of magnetic tape, it was sort of a miracle that first of all, the tape had not degraded after 30 years," he said. "All of this sudden, this guy's voice, totally alive ... just made me feel so inspired that I felt that I should really transcribe the whole thing."

Cott said he was struck by how much he was thinking about his life and mortality.

"There were a lot of strange consideration of where he was and what he felt like sort of in the middle of his journey," Cott said. "I think it was like a mid-life meditation, I was struck by that."

I still have the issue Jan.22nd-1981 Of Rolling Stone with John & Yoko on the cover.
http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y248/merrillm123/JohnYoko.jpg

Voodoo Chile in Wonderland wrote on Dec 8^th, 2010 at 10:18am:

Good and interesting topic Joey! :aimama I was at work the next day and the first to came to my mind was that "Yoko did it" LOL (seriously that was my first reaction) then I was in shock, couldn't believe it. Next year, late August 1981 I moved to NYC for two years, I visited the place before the first anniversary, strange vibes, I didn't attend the celebrations on Central Park due to schedule conflicts I have a header for today but left it at home, later I will change lovely Jessi for the new one, sorry

Interesting, Voo. I happened to be in NYC on business in late June of 1981. And I took a taxi to the Dakota. It was so eerie---the gold guardhouse...the iron gates of the Dakota. And there was still what I guess was crime tape on the ground....or paint, or something. Where John stood, and where the man-who-shall-not-be-named was standing. It was a hot June evening.....and I had chills. And the tears came down...

Rolling Stone's latest issue has a report marking the occasion.
http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/68404/239168

The Inspiration
By RAY DAVIES
Published: December 7, 2010



Appreciations: John Lennon (December 8, 2010) IT had just turned December on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. I was on my customary morning jog, heading out of Central Park toward 72nd Street. The sun was out but it was treacherous underfoot. I’d slipped on some ice and gone tumbling, to be rescued by a group of college boys.

“Are you all right, sir?” they asked, sounding concerned in a way that indicated that I might have looked frail, fragile and quite possibly old. I felt like saying, “Of course I’m all right, man, can’t you see that I am a globe-trotting rock star?” But I saw the genuine concern in the boys’ faces and thanked them, cautiously continuing my run.

As I crossed Central Park West, I noticed a woman who looked like Yoko Ono standing alone by the traffic light on the corner. It occurred to me that I had never seen her without John Lennon at her side. It was typical to see them holding hands, or with their arms around each other in a comforting way.

I had seen them on the street many times and even though I’d met him in his days as a Beatle, I had always kept a polite distance. I value my privacy and respect the privacy of others. But on this occasion I tried to make a connection. I shouted, “Hi,” as I ran past; Yoko nodded politely. I could have been anybody.

At my apartment, I picked up a Times article about John and Yoko’s new album, and how John had declared that it shouldn’t be necessary for artists to suffer. Reviews had been positive and this reassured me. “If J. L. can do it, so can I,” I thought. He had become a hit-and-miss solo performer, but that was the joy of his solo career; he was not afraid to fail. With the Beatles he’d probably got bored with having to remain safely successful.

A few days later, I had to leave for Paris for a tour with my band, the Kinks. When I arrived, I went straight into an early-morning session of interviews. One journalist wanted to play me records and have me review them. After a couple of tracks, he played me the first single from the new John Lennon-Yoko Ono album. I sat and listened, but my attention was drawn to the image of Yoko standing alone in the cold a few days before.

The track finished and the room fell silent. I said that I had heard some of the album on the radio and had not been particularly struck by anything so far, but eventually, as with all of John’s work, something would grab me and stay in my head forever. The journalist took a deep breath and announced that John had died the previous night. Shot while going into his apartment building.

I felt cheated, bitter, foolish — and ambushed by the reporter. It must have happened while I was traveling. I thought back to when I was a 17-year-old student in the recreation room at art college and heard John sing “Twist and Shout” on the record player, and how I was blown away by his directness. How his voice cut through all the nonsense and sent a message to me that said, “If I can do it then so can you, so get up off your backside and play some rock ’n’ roll,” as if to throw down a musical gauntlet.

Then I thought about Yoko standing on the street alone. That image would always stay with me. I wish I’d said more than “Hi.”


Ray Davies is a songwriter and the author of the forthcoming “Americana.”

I was sitting around the dining room table with my wife and brother in law, discussing John.  Then the news came over the radio and we were in shock. Couldn't believe it.

I went to a Store Tonight and started looking at the Magazines, and there in a tribute mag for John Lennon, was this picture of his killer , I refuse to write or say his name, with his hand in the form of a gun pointed at his own head, in the Magazine tribute to Lennon. I could not believe it, that's the one thing this guy wanted, was fame so he killed someone with it, and here me is achieving the thing he wanted, in a Magazine called LIFE how Ironic is LIFE. I did not buy the Magazine. http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f167/t56g13h9/BEATLES/get-attachment-3aspx.jpg

"  Thirty years on, its still one of those moments that you mark your life by. Whilst I dont accept that Lennon was worthy of the elevation to near sainthood that many people have bestowed upon him, it's still a memory that moves me immensely. A significant chunk of my youthful innocence was removed that night never to return.

On the four occasions I've visited New York between 1993 and 2006, I've always made a point of going up to Central Park West and West 72nd for a few minutes contemplation at the place where it happened and at Strawberry Fields across the street.

Coincidentally enough, my sister flew to New York on Monday for her first ever holiday in the US. I'd expect her to be around the Dakota at some point today. "


I would like to nuzzle you .


America assisted the UK during WWII and the British assisted the United States after the assassination of our youthful JFK by giving us The BEATLES !!!!!!


" We CAN be young Again , Ronnie !!!!!! "


LBJOEY !

Since I lived right outside of NYC at the time of the shooting, it was all over the news almost instantly. There were news crews and live coverage on every TV station. People were rushing down there, and Police were asking people to stay away, but nobody listened. It was packed with fans, horrified, crying, completely breaking down, miserably upset, and this went on and on for weeks. TV news at the crime scene regularly continued to show crying faces and by now it just wasnt local fans, people were coming in from all over the world and they brought flowers, written letters, candles, posters, decorating the spot with sad tributes. A fvcking shame that a man who represented peace died a violent death. RIP John!

I was at a work-study job monitoring a study library in one of NYU's dorms downtown.  When students came in with the news (I still remember the taste of cold air coming off their coats), people's gut reactions were that it had been a mugging gone bad.  I think I had my nose in a copy of the old Soho News at the time.

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