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Originally Posted by Lux
Oh John. My mother was in coincidentally in Liverpool on his anniversary, probably staring at his house (Mendips) and the Cavern Club not at all appreciating what he really was, but simply ogling at what 'The Beatles' were.
John is my ultimate hero. Not Lindsey, not Jimmy. I spent my highschool years being teased by random kids I'd never seen before, for loving an old dead guy and being angry that he died before I was born. The only person who's death made me cry, 15 years after it even occured.
A Day In The Life, the greatest song ever written. Crank that one up loud in the car and embarrass your 'cool' friends, and then proceed to yell at them to get the f*ck out as they can't appreciate genius. I just got his Acoutist cd too, although I've already got heaps of demos and they really weren't the best selection.
That's not the point. The point is I love John, but I think I finally got over the fact that he's dead. Still I plan to be at Strawberry Fields (the fake one) next year on his 25th anniversary.
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wow, lux thanx 4 sharing that~ really!!!~ & i agree w/ u about "a day in the life", i f_ckin' LUV that song~ i was 12 when he was so *bleeping* senselessly murdered & it was the only time i saw my father cry, it was when he was telling me after i got home from school about what had happened~ i love john too, i saw strawberry fields when visiting NYC in '95, it was very surreal yeat so peaceful, was an awesome experience~
again lux, thanx 4 sharing
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