Monday, December 08, 2008

John Lennon

Nothing to do to save his life. Call his wife in....

The passage of twenty-eight years does little to alleviate the sense of shock and horror that we felt on that awful night, Monday, December 8, 1980. It was unseasonably warm, that much I distinctly remember. It had been a pleasant day right up to the moment the news came over the television. In the early afternoon I saw on HBO, the Peter Frampton/Bee Gees debacle, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band - one of the worst movie musicals ever made. Late in the afternoon and early evening, I saw for the very first time, the Marx Brothers' 1932 classic, Duck Soup - a masterpiece. I remember wondering to myself whether or not John Lennon had ever seen this film
. It's comic lunacy combined with an anti war theme would appeal to him, I thought.

Irony of ironies: I had quit my job as a radio DJ earlier in the week. The man who owned the station, a legendary New York Disc Jockey who shall remain nameless (sorry, cousins) had turned out to be a real impudent son-of-a-bitch to work for. The very last thing I did before I walked out of the place forever was play the new John Lennon single,
(Just Like) Starting Over.

At exactly eleven thirty, after having watched a rerun of M*A*S*H (an episode from the early years when that series was still watchable) I went back to the book I was reading, John Toland's massive biography of Adolf Hitler. Deep in concentration, I was barely aware of the news bulletin that was being relayed on W-NEW channel Five. All of the sudden, my subconscious was jarred by what I thought were the words, "John Lennon". I quickly looked up at the TV to hear the announcer say:

" in critical condition at Roosevelt Hospital with multiple bullet wounds."

"Did I just hear that?" I said to myself, probably out loud, "Nah! Who the hell in their right mind would shoot John Lennon?"

I went back to the book. Hardly twenty seconds had elapsed when the telephone rang. It was my brother, Pete. I could tell by the first syllable out of his mouth that I had indeed heard what I thought I had only imagined....

"Oh, my God! What happened??"
"Lennon's been shot."

I went back to the television and turned the channel to the American Broadcasting Company. I knew that the Monday night football game was still in progress and they had not yet broadcast their late evening news. Within a few short minutes the game was interrupted with a "Special Bulletin". The person who made the announcement was a woman named Roseanne Scamardella:


Back and forth I paced the apartment - shell shocked, in a blind grief-stricken rage and in utter disbelief. By chance, my eyes happened to wonder toward the stereo system on the bookshelf. The record resting on the turntable was called, The Beatles First, a collection of their earliest recordings, made in Hamburg, Germany in the summer of 1961 which I had been listening to earlier in the evening.

Then came the dreadful, televised image that brought the reality of what was happening crashing down with a vengeance too horrible to even contemplate: the image of John Lennon's lifeless corpse, wrapped in a body bag, strapped to a stretcher, being loaded like so much cargo into a hearse bound for the morgue. For the first and last time in my life, I drank a bottle of scotch, a drink I usually can barely stomach. It was the only alcohol available that evening. I would never have been able to sleep otherwise.

The next day's headlines only confirmed what many of us, upon awakening from our troubled slumber, had hoped had merely been a terrible dream:


The final act of insanity in this insane nightmare would be committed by Rupert Murdoch's New York Post. Three days after the murder, they sneaked a photographer into the city morgue. The next day's front page showed a close up of John's dead face; discolored and bloated by three days of rigor mortis.

I read the news today, oh boy....
The passage of nearly three decades has somewhat softened the hero worship I felt in my teens and early twenties for the man who went by the pseudonym, Doctor Winston O'Boogie. Albert Goldman's mean spirited and discredited 1988 biography notwithstanding, the books and memoirs that have been issued in the years since his death have revealed a flawed and psychologically tormented human being; a genius who transformed his generation, and yet a man who was capable of heartlessness and indifference to the ones who loved him most,
including his fellow Beatles. To be frank, there were periods in his tumultuous life where I imagine I would not have chosen to be a friend of John Lennon's. The man all-too-human.

When I was about fifteen, I purchased an LP of a series of interviews he gave in 1969 and 1971 to the British journalist David Wigg. After listening it for the first time in 1974, I came to the conclusion that the man was just about as hip as is possible to be. Listening to that record today however, the Liverpudlian guru I had imagined him to be as a wide-eyed teenager, comes across as somewhat naive in a few areas.

Posthumous revelations and decades of hindsight aside, nothing can ever - or should ever - take away the sense of grief and loss we all felt on that horrible night twenty-eight years ago today, when John Lennon was forever taken from our midst by an insane act of cold blooded murder. That this brilliant, talented, screamingly funny guy could have fallen victim to the ultimate act of violence was impossible to even comprehend. Even now, all these years later, the entire event seems surreal.

There's nothing you can know that isn't known
There's nothing you can see that isn't shown
There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be
It's easy!
All you need is love!

All you need is love. I believed it then and I believe it still. That was John Lennon's greatest gift to the human race. He showed his troubled generation that we are the makers of our own dreams; that even in a world run by corrupt politicians and dictators, hell-bent on violence and bloodshed, life can be beautiful and that world peace is attainable if only we all make a serious effort to achieve it. Peace is not something that should be expected to occur naturally, like the rising of the moon. It has to be carefully, lovingly nourished and nurtured. "Love is a flower" , he told us, "You've got to let it grow".

All he was saying was, "Give peace a chance".

Had he not chosen music as a profession, we
would still be talking about John Lennon twenty-eight years after his death, I am convinced of that. When he decided to pick up the guitar, the world lost a great comedian. Oh, man! Was he funny! The human race was introduced to the twisted humor of John Lennon early on in 1964, when he published a book of poems and sketches called In His Own Write. One piece of lovably bent prose that stands out is an hysterically funny little verse called Good Dog Nigel:

Arf! Arf! He goes a sight
Our little hairy friend
Arf! Upon the lamppost bright
Arfing 'round the bend

Nice dog! Goo boy!
Waggie tail and beg
Clever Nigel, jump for joy
Because we're putting you to sleep a
t three o'clock, Nigel
What can I tell you. The man was a hoot.
We can still hear that beautiful, otherworldly voice, forever young, eternally irreverent. John Lennon left an indelible mark on our culture that cannot be denied. He is still a very real part of our lives, almost as much as he was all those years ago when he walked among us. Thanks to the miracle of recorded sound, the voice of John Lennon can still be heard, a lingering ghost from our past that refuses to fade into the void. At least we have that to be grateful for. Dr. Winston won't be going away any time soon.
When a celebrated person passes on, we may pause and reflect for a moment on his or her life and career, but then we move on. We may watch with appreciation the brilliant performance of a long dead James Dean in the film Giant and think not a thing about his absence from our lives. That's not the case in this instance.
I sure do miss John Lennon.
Before you cross the street
Take my hand
Life is what happens to you
While you're busy making other plans

Anyone who was living in Goshen, NY in December 1980 will remember this:

Five days after he died, on Saturday the thirteenth, a worldwide vigil in John's memory was held at 2 PM EST. For ten minutes there was silence - peace - all across the planet earth. I had a couple friends over to observe the event on television. In the village of Goshen, although it had been a clear and sunny day, the moment the vigil began at two o'clock, it began to snow - and not just flurries - for ten solid minutes there was a blinding blizzard. At exactly 2:10, the moment the vigil ended, the snow stopped and the sun came out. His child-like, 1971 anthem, Imagine, drifted through the ether:

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

It was only at that moment that I felt happy for John Lennon.

Tom Degan
Goshen, NY
The photograph of John Lennon at the top of this posting, was taken late in the afternoon of December 8, 1980, just hours before he was murdered.

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At 11:10 AM, Blogger lkagy said...

My god, it has been 28 years!! His life AND death have certainly stood the test of time. A few years ago, I saw the Lennon exhibit at the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland. They had the clothing and eyeglasses he was wearing when he was shot. Chilling!

At 12:18 PM, Blogger pete said...

He was The Man!!

At 1:28 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

tom ... that was great ..i miss him to.. when ever i hear his music i think of you and peter. remember the ski trip to stow with your dad. i have some great memories of the degans, tom this is your calling happy holidays your friend terry....

At 1:44 PM, Blogger Prairie Waif said...

I was in high school. That night stands out as I was watching the news with my Dad.

Dad's birthday was December 7. Pearl Harbor was attacked on his 15th birthday. He always said, "I never had another birthday after that, it was always Pearl Harbor Day."

As the news announced the death of John Lennon, Dad said, "Nothing good every happens near my birthday."

It was true that night. I remember being someplace and seeing the cover of People Magazine; they'd dedicated the entire edition to the live of John Lennon. I wish I had stolen that People Magazine; 28 years later, I can still see his gaze from the front cover.

I never read S.E. Hinton and after that night and its revelations? I never can.

At 1:57 PM, Blogger Tom Degan's Daily Rant said...

Nice to hear from you again, Terry!
Those Stowe vacations are sill fresh in the memory.

Looking forward to seeing you over the holidays, pal!


At 4:00 PM, Blogger Ellis D., Esq. said...

I remember the evening of 12/08/80 quite well. I was living in Tacoma WA while attending law school. I heard Howard Cosell report that horrible news during Monday Night Football. At that time I attributed it to the dangers of living in NYC until word came that Chapman was a deranged fan. Years later I read an article in High Times magazine stating that Chapman was hypnotized to kill Lennon by a CIA shrink in Hawaii. The story also said that this same shrink also had " treated " Sirhan Sirhan !! What an odd coincidence !!

At 4:52 PM, Blogger Dave Dubya said...

He was a great voice in the spirit of freedom and of love. A rare thing. And therefore dangerous to the radical Right.

If Lennon had not been assassinated on the cusp of the Reagan years, he would surely have been persecuted by the fascists of the Bush/Cheney Regime. They would certainly have gone further than Nixon's henchmen in antagonizing him and putting him under surveillance.

At 7:06 PM, Anonymous John said...

Ahh the Beatles, it was the soundtrack to being a kid.

It's funny, most of the music on the radio was recorded by a profit driven industry. While there was plenty of crap on the radio to complain about, who would have imagined how much worse it could get.

Anyway Tom, I would say hero thing shines on, on and on and on and on...

Terry who?

At 10:19 AM, Blogger Prairie Waif said...

John Lennon - Imagine Love Is Real

At 10:50 AM, Blogger Tom Degan's Daily Rant said...

Thanks so much for that, Waif. A touching and beautiful video. I recommend it to everyone. Love is real. Imagine!


Tom Degan

At 11:36 AM, Blogger Sarah Rachel said...

I've been on a roll lately. Thank you for inspiring me to do more. You are a magnificent, wonderful and caring friend. Thank you for being a part of my life.

With love,
Sarah Rachel

At 11:59 AM, Blogger Tom Degan's Daily Rant said...

Thank you for the kind words, Sarah Rachel. You've made my day!

By the way, folks, if you haven't read her wonderful, spiritually uplifting site, you don't know what you're missing! Here's a link:

Lie Down and Sleep


Tom Degan

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At 10:59 AM, Blogger Greg said...

I remember watching TV that evening, and when the the "special announcement" graphic appeared on the screen I thought it would be to announce the Soviets had invaded'll recall that Solidarity was giving the old guard fits back then. How very surprising to be hit with unexpected news of Lennon's death.

At 9:49 PM, Anonymous michael said...

yeah listening to Double Fantasy working copy right now cuz I found this blog on the 'net and I just feel exactly the same way as when I was 17 and the terrible news came over the telly during that football game. Such a great voice that I never get tired of hearing, tho I sure don't listen to as much Lennon as I used to. Thanks for the memories....

At 9:35 AM, Blogger Amolibri said...

Thank you, Tom, for linking us to this piece again. We are so much poorer without this great man.

At 9:59 AM, Anonymous Nancy said...

Loved this post, Tom. xoxo

At 6:38 AM, Blogger Fabianna said...

Interesting perspective, I didnĀ“t know much about John Lennon before his death. Anyway, I am clicking on that little box and nothing is happening.

At 12:13 AM, Anonymous Auden said...

John Lennon was the greatest man alive at his time. The 30 anniversary just passed, and I cried nearly all day. Here in Liverpool, we always have a parade for him. We also have one for George Harrison. John's always has a better turn out.
Imagine is my favourite song ever. I also love give peace a chance, woman, watching the wheels go by, and jealous Guy.
I don't know how Mark David Chapman can live with himself. After what he did, I wouldn't be able to live if I was him.
MDC should never be released. That would be a tragedy in of itself.

Just remember, "Give peace a chance."
peace out:)


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