I won’t normally blog twice in a day, but I couldn’t let today go by without writing about someone who has meant so much to so many, including me.
John Lennon—murdered Dec. 8, 1980. I’ve been watching shows about him for the past week. Today, the radio station played George Harrison’s song “All Those Years Ago.” It was his tribute song to John Lennon, released the year after Lennon’s death. I was in the car at the time, and although it’s an upbeat song—I cried.
I am older now than John Lennon was when he died. That seems so strange to me. I feel so inferior in my accomplishments compared to what he did in his short life. I will always see him as the brilliant songwriter, the sage, and the peaceful warrior. Someone like him doesn’t come around too often, making his senseless death all the more tragic.
Every December 8th, I wonder what more he could have done for music. How would he have embraced the technology age? What would he have thought about the current state of world politics?
We can only speculate how much more John Lennon would have accomplished if he were still alive today.