The history books will tell you that John Lennon was murdered on December 8th 1980 – but in the the UK it was early in the morning on the 9th.I woke up late that morning, and didn’t put the radio on before going to school. I cycled to school as usual, not knowing anything had happened, only to be met by my best friend, and fellow Beatles fan, Dalton, who looked really angry, and was muttering about what some bastard had done to John Lennon. The then told me that John had been murdered. My first reaction was that it was another ‘Paul is dead’ type rumour, and that really he was OK. However, that morning, the school assembly was taken by students, and they played ‘In My Life’ as a tribute to John. It’s there that the horrible fact really sank in. I also noticed that a lot of fellow students, and also staff, were moved by the announcement too.After school, I went home and bought the evening newspapers, which had John on the front cover, and played Beatles/John songs for the rest of the day – only to stop to watch the many tributes to John on TV.At the time, I had never been that affected by anyone’s death before.
Fast forward to 2007. My daughter Lilia, was born at approx 6am on December 9th. John Lennon was shot around 4am London time on December 9th 1980, and died about 2 hours later. Take a sad song and make it better :>)
PS It certainly, wasn’t planned that Lilia was born at that time!
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John thinking of you thanks for the music and your great sense of humour ✌️
I had an odd synchronicity experience too. It happened on the morning of the day John died. I was on my way to work on a bus in London and had carried my transistor radio with me to hear news about his death. The radio was playing ‘A Day in the Life’ and JUST at the point that we slowly rode past the Royal Albert Hall, on came the lyric that goes: ‘how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall’. I was amazed. It was like a cosmic joke or even a joke from John himself. If our consciousnesses expand after we die and fly around to people who are thinking of us, then who knows … ?
Such a tragic waste. One wonders had the Angel of Death passed over John that night, what wonders would have been added to the musical world. Alas, we shall never know, R.I.P. John
JOHN ✌️Love Caroline Tyrone