I remember this day 30 years ago, and it still is hard to believe what happened to John Lennon. The following night I went to my hangout bar (drinking age was…er…13 in AZ at the time), and it was packed. I started talking about it with some people I knew - you really need to talk with people at times like that - and some asshole I’d never seen before (nor since) viciously spouted that Lennon was a hypocrite, as though he deserved to be gunned down. That shut me up right away, which isn’t easy to do…it was such a cruel, thoughtless and unexpected thing to hear. It pisses me off that that still accompanies and invades my thoughts of that time. For you younger folks this is probably somewhat meaningless, but it was a horrible, sickening, heartbreaking, terrifying event for most everyone…except maybe for that asshole and for Mark David Chapman.
No one affected the world like the Beatles did, and Lennon stood apart even from that illustrious group. He and Yoko were loud, shameless, relentless voices for peace, despite onslaught after onslaught of criticism - and Nixon’s attempts to deport Lennon , while no one believed him when he said the FBI were following him. They were. Activism was a part of their fiber, not something they did “on the side” like it is with so many wealthy celebrities. And of course, there is the magnificence of that unique and timeless music….