As I wake this morning, I still can't get my head around the fact that today John Lennon would have been 70 years old had he not been killed in 1980. That is indeed a long trip from the Ed Sullivan show and those Shea Stadium concerts. Is there any way to just get a piece or two of those innocent, youthful years back? Sitting on the back steps at Stevens, often staring up towards the Milky Way wondering where this life was taking me. Waiting there for that first Sunday night show. Brenda, Judy and Judd's excited voices making their way up the back trail to see my sister. I met them at the back door. Brenda chirping, "Are you going to watch them? They're so gorgeous and sharp!" "Ya, probably", I think I remember saying, trying to act distant and aloof. But I know one thing about that Sunday evening sitting around the old Philco-- my life changed; I know it did! It headed in a different direction, and I like where it went. Although, on mornings like this(with the Lincoln Park fountain as my picture), I long for a few innocent hours. Excuse me while I put "Double Fantasy" on and take a short trip back. Peace!
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Imagined
As I wake this morning, I still can't get my head around the fact that today John Lennon would have been 70 years old had he not been killed in 1980. That is indeed a long trip from the Ed Sullivan show and those Shea Stadium concerts. Is there any way to just get a piece or two of those innocent, youthful years back? Sitting on the back steps at Stevens, often staring up towards the Milky Way wondering where this life was taking me. Waiting there for that first Sunday night show. Brenda, Judy and Judd's excited voices making their way up the back trail to see my sister. I met them at the back door. Brenda chirping, "Are you going to watch them? They're so gorgeous and sharp!" "Ya, probably", I think I remember saying, trying to act distant and aloof. But I know one thing about that Sunday evening sitting around the old Philco-- my life changed; I know it did! It headed in a different direction, and I like where it went. Although, on mornings like this(with the Lincoln Park fountain as my picture), I long for a few innocent hours. Excuse me while I put "Double Fantasy" on and take a short trip back. Peace!
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Wonderful thoughtful reflections
ReplyDeleteVery well said. I had the same thoughts when I heard the birthday announcement on the news. I think the TV I sat around was a Setchell-Carlson because that's what my dad sold.
ReplyDeleteI think Larry King's tribute show last night was a great way to spend an hour on Friday night-- a little like the Ed Sullivan show. Love anything that takes me back to positive moments! Thank YOU for your reflection!
ReplyDeleteVery interesting commentary. I watched them, too. But I wasn't impressed. Just some mop-headed rockers from the UK. Sheesh! Who needed them!
ReplyDeleteLater on, though, I had the same type of Gretsch guitar used by Paul which I used in my own songwriting. And I've got to admit they did some nice work, the best of which, to my mind, is Lennon's "Imagine."
The Beatles did not, however, change my life in the least. Probably because we were about the same age and I thought they were silly.
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Hey B Man. Check out "How?" on you tube. It is an incredible video by Ozzie Osbourne and a beautiful tribute to Mr. Lennon.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Capture.
ReplyDeleteHave a happy Sunday
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I'm 'Imagining'. Great post. And look Birdman...100 followers.
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