"There are places you'll remember all your life...."

edited December 2010 in General
Apologies to those under about 35 years old, but do you remember what you were doing 30 years ago when you heard the news of John Lennon's death? In the UK it happened overnight, so I first heard it when I put on the radio when I woke up. No 24 hour news channels here then - not even Breakfast TV, so I changed from my normal music station to a news channel to hear more. I still remember that bedroom well, only connected with this event. I was utterly shocked - it seemed so unreal.

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  • Like a lot of us here in the US, I heard the news from Howard Cosell while watching Monday Night Football.
  • i only remember the silence-my wife and I literally could not speak, then the sadness for a life
    cut short.
    little did we know what the next 30 years would bring and how little we had learned....
  • Senior year of HS, I got a call from Todd Myrick, a buddy of mine. Total shock, and I still can't listen to Watching the Wheels or Starting Over without real tears.
  • I am indeed too young to remember, but I was actually in the emergency room he was taken to about 4 months before his death. To this day my mom remembers the ER doctor that saw me (who she really liked) and wonders if it was the same one that saw Lennon.

    She is not a huge music fan, but obviously you didn't need to be a music fan to be touched by that particular death, and for some reason the thought that this particular doctor might have been involved kind of gives her a weird sort of closure on the whole situation.

    Craig
  • I was also in my senior year of HS, and heard the news on Monday Night Football. Can't really describe my feelings, just sad and empty.
  • Freshman year of college, living in a dorm. Don't remember how I heard about it, probably from someone in our hall. Same reaction as everyone else: shock and utter, utter sadness.
  • Junior year of college at UNH - "studying" in front of Monday Night Football with my roommate at our apartment in Dover, NH. We couldn't believe what we heard: we looked at each other and knew what we had to do. We walked across the street with a lot of beer to our friends' apartment. One of our friends was really studying and had not heard - he took the offered beer. Our other friend was at the school in play rehearsal and had not heard until he walked through the door at 11:45 PM ("what are you guys doing here, drinking beer, and listening to John Lennon albums? Just waiting for me to get home?"). Drank all night - probably skipped classes the next morning (not that skipping classes would have been unusual for us...). There is no justice in this world.
  • Sophomore year of high school. Got home from basketball practice and my mom said "That nasty Beatle who hates god is dead". Fell on the floor in shock, as I had just bought Double Fantasy not long before and was plowing through the solo Lennon that the local library had available.

    Still in shock, still wondering how music (and the world) might be different had Mr. Chapman not been there that day.
  • I remember feeling very sad and thinking what a waste, but I don't remember where I was or what I was doing.

    Now hearing that Elvis had died is very different. I know exactly where I was (in my car at an intersection, waiting on the light. even remember the intersection), that my kids were with me, and that we had just gotten haircuts. I really wasn't an Elvis fan back then, but it hit me hard because he came on the scene when I was 16, making him my contemporary, and he was just too young to die. It truly was a shock.

    Maybe it has more to do with what the person meant to you.
  • edited December 2010
    "That nasty Beatle who hates god is dead".
    - Gosh ! what a mean thing to say. . .

    I lived at my parents house at the time and was shocked. I was a huge Beatles fan since 1962 and was thoroughly pissed off because my parents would'nt allow me to go to the Beatles concert the same year.

    Anyways, That day was the beginning of a very turbulent time in my life. The very same day arround midnight I found myself in a stuation where a group of policemen searched the house for 3 hours. They found a small quantity of soft drugs and I was subsequently sentenced to 4 weeks in solitary confinement. They let me out after 3 weeks because the case was'nt as big as they thought.
    - All I did was beeing a part of a group of happy and careless hippies.

    I firmly believe that John Lennon had the potential to change the world or at least how we human beeings go about it.
  • Still in shock, still wondering how music (and the world) might be different had Mr. Chapman not been there that day.

    I was just reading recently, and had forgotten about, Chapman's obsession with Todd Rundgren (via Wikipedia):
    On the day Mark David Chapman shot and killed John Lennon, he left an eight-track tape of Rundgren's album The Ballad of Todd Rundgren, along with other artifacts, in his New York hotel room in an orderly semicircle on the hotel dresser. "I left it as a statement, I guess," he was quoted as saying in Let Me Take You Down: Inside the Mind of Mark David Chapman, the Man Who Killed John Lennon (Jack Jones, Villard Books, 1992). Chapman had been obsessed with Rundgren and told Jones, "Right between the chambers of your heart is how Rundgren's music is to me. I cannot overestimate the depth of what his music meant to me."

    So weird, he's obsessed with Todd so he shoots John...Just because John happened to be in the neighborhood, I suppose.
  • >he's obsessed with Todd so he shoots John...

    Rundgren was quite critical of the beatles, John in particular. From a 1973 interview: "John Lennon ain't no revolutionary. He's a f
    idiot, man. Shouting about revolution and acting like an a__. It just makes people feel uncomfortable. "All he really wants to do is get attention for himself, and if revolution gets him that attention, he'll get attention through revolution. Hitting a waitress in the Troubador. What kind of revolution is that? "He's an important figure, sure. But so was Richard Nixon. Nixon was just like another generation's John Lennon. Someone who represented all sorts of ideals, but was out for himself underneath it all."

    Source, with a copy of John's Letter to Todd.
  • i was in college at the time. i had a rather novel arrangement - so circumstantially boring i can't believe i'm sharing the monotony. my freshman roommate was wayne booth. say it again. wayne. booth. feel the numb? its coming. wayne arrived first day of reporting ahead of me and unpacked and settled in to our shared dorm space. wayne was not around when i arrived so i took a quick glance around - noting the stack of records on his study desk - and then went to my unpacking.

    curiosity led to investigation and i took to leafing thru his albums. now, i could list each one. hell i could probably just have you type a google search "beatles recordings" and you'd hit it on the head. but to take the edge off the boredom i'll give you a summary: wayne had every beatles recording as well as every singles beatles recording AND NOTHING ELSE. well hell - he had ONE other recording: klaatu - a beatles sound-alike band.

    true to life.

    wayne had very little luck. was not particularly bright and could be confused for the character in dick tracy with no face.

    i know i know - you are all thinking "omg! wayne must have been devastated!!!" - which he undoubtedly was but i'd have no way of confirming it since john was killed in my sophomore year. wayne - the first in his family to attend college - didn't cut the grades and quit school after our first year.

    but, the effect of living with such a singularly focused, un-faced dimwit had its toll. i couldn't muster an ounce of interest in the beatles for a good 20 years. time has softened my stance and i'm far and away a lennon fan. still no interest in anything mccartney.

    geez. was rundgren any less-defined by his own very own rant???
  • That interchange between John and Todd mainly makes you realize how young and snotty these guys were. As is well documented, that was a dark period for John.

    I remember that Klaatu album! The rumor at the time, doubtless propagated by the label, was that it was an unannounced Beatles reunion record.
  • I was 7, and my parents parents had firmly done away with any trappings of a hippy past, so if they noticed at all, they didn't pass it on. I gathered from their old records that they were never much of Beatles fans anyway - Simon & Garfunkle, Pete Seger, Tom Paxton, Melanie, BJ Thomas, etc. - I think my mom once said she'd preferred the Turtles, and maybe the Who.

    I was in high school, and developing my own taste for the Beatles, when I first realized that this was actually a thing that happened in my own life time. Elvis too. I just had always thought of them as people who had always been dead.

    68, you should check out Paul's first two solo albums. They're the bee's knees.
  • I was six at the time and my parent's maintained a house where music oscillated between Miles Davis, J.S. Bach, Ellington, Mozart, and, in those infrequent moments when my mom took the decks, bands like Inti-Illimani. Like amclark2, it didn't come into my consciousness until a decade after it transpired.
  • I remember hearing it on the radio -- KNX to be precise. I was ten. Sorry to say I meant little to me.
  • I asked my wife. She's quite a Beatles fan, largely through her father. Being a little older than me, she actually remember being aware of what was going on and seeing the news reports on TV, etc.

    Like some of you, it's a little strange for me to realize that it happened in my lifetime. I was 4, but to me there were never more than 3 living Beatles.
  • Like lots of others I was watching Monday night football that night.
    I had nodded off and was awakened with the news.
    I thought it was a pretty bad joke or a weird dream.
    If only...

    Went to Chicago's Grant park that weekend to gather with- I don't know how many thousand others to grieve together.
  • edited December 2010
    I was a teen when it happened . The evening it happened, I was taking a nap because I was about to stay up half the night stocking shelves at the local grocery store (my first job, if you exclude my paper route). My mom opened the door to my bedroom and told me that she had just heard on the radio that John Lennon had been shot and killed. I was shocked and devastated. Obviously, I couldn't sleep after that so I got up and started flipping through the channels to find out any details. I just felt numb that whole night at work, the way you do when you first find out that someone close to you died.

    At the time John Lennon, Pete Townshend, Jimmy Page and to a lesser degree Bob Dylan were like gods to me, and I considered them all father figures since taking up the guitar and bass at age 13. John Lennon stood above the rest of them, because he was the leader of the Beatles -a band that I loved since I was about 3. In fact my earlier memories are mainly Beatle related.

    By age 4, I had actually convinced myself I was one of the Beatles, and donned on a makeshift Beatle wig:

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    Every so often I still wake up thinking "oh shit, John Lennon's dead and some asshole killed him", and I'm in a sort of a funk for the rest of the day. Interesting enough, I often have the song Remember from the Plastic Ono Band ringing in my head on those mornings.
  • hey man - number one fan thinks y'er all that. cool.
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