This is the anniversary of John Lennon's death.
That night I was home alone, reading in bed, and for some unknown reason, because I never listened to the radio at night, I turned on the radio. Within a minute, I heard Oedipus (BCN night d.j. at the time) say "There's a report that John Lennon has been shot." I was horrified and distraught.
Pierre came home and I said, "John has been shot. I'm scared", and we listened together, and then the next report said he was dead.
I was devastated. The next few days were a blur of crying, listening to tributes and Beatles music, and mourning, not just for John, but for that part of my life. The Beatles were the major (ok, one of the two major, the other being Little Women!) influence on my artistic/social/philosophical development.
I still miss him.
It was especially awful, having it happen during the holiday season, because I associated the Beatles with Christmas anyway--not sure why, perhaps because they appeared on the American scene in late November, perhaps because Yellow Submarine came out during the holiday season, perhaps because of the Christmas records they produced for fan club members. Oh, and John's song "Happy Christmas/War is Over"
Anyway, years have passed; now the anniversary is a day when I look back and remember loved ones who can't be found at Christmas anymore, but whose spirits are still very much a part of this special time.
http://www.guntheranderson.com/v/data/happychr.htm
http://www.johnlennon.com/
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