John Lennon — born October 9, 1940 — would have been 77 today.
To me, it comes as a shock every time I remember that when he was murdered — in December 1980 — he was still only 40 years old.
A few years back, someone looking for a way of painting me as clever and stupid at the same time tried snootily to take me to task about my love for the Lennon-McCartney songs…
“I don’t understand why someone like you would be interested in The Beatles”, he said.
“I believe you”, I replied.
Shy note to pop video producers everywhere: ‘Hagiographic psychedelic literalism’ is a no-no: it’s distracting; it’s pitifully unimaginative; and it dates like hell.
As for the music, on the other hand: I don’t think any inspiration has ever given birth to a more perfectly realised song.
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