Allow a self indulgent moment. Without Mr. Lennon I’d probobly never thought about love, peace & war in any sort of real terms as a teen. Often many teenagers have no real reference points. They do take music and media to be quite important. I know I did. I certainly don’t remember anyone laying down a moral compass I could relate to or understand. I was probobly quite lost. But thanks to my musical influences I was much more interested in concepts of world peace and environmental concerns than shooting rodents with pellet guns. Depending on your point of view I was either saved or screwed up by my influences. Take your pick. John Lennon was not a perfect man. But he was important. Even to some kids in the middle of bug tussle Wisconsin. Each year I take a little time to remember. I do miss those days when there was a groundswell of hope. I fear we’ve become much more jaded since then.
Not long after John was killed I got to go to New York. I road a train down from Mt. Kisco into the city. I emerged out the doors of Grand Central Station fixated. I walked a maze of streets engulfed in noise and shadows. When I stepped across the street and walked along Grand Central Park I knew where I was. I remembered the video. I crossed the street again and soon I was standing outside the front door of the Dakota. It was really just a building. It represented a lot to me until I stood there. Suddenly it was nothing more than a tall foreboding building. I wanted to feel something, but I felt nothing. I took a picture. Then I walked on. I finally ended up in a Japanese Restaurant. I drank myself blind.
Time goes by so quickly.
* photo from Elliot Louis Gallery Canadian Fine Art.