As everyone in the blogomediasphere knows, today, Dec. 8, is the date on which John Lennon was gunned down in New York City 25 years ago. I was 20 at the time and a college student. I was in my apartment bedroom, working on a final paper, when a roommate watching TV in the living room shouted out that Lennon had been shot. I remember going in to watch the breaking news, but I don't remember much else about it. I had a paper to write. Worrying about Lennon could wait.
I always remember John Lennon as the Beatle, not the solo artist. I prefer the image of the young rock-n-roller Lennon who belted out "Twist and Shout" to the image of the hippie philosopher who allowed one of the greatest pop groups of all time to disintegrate, then sang about giving peace a chance. But he wrote some great songs, both as a Beatle and afterward ("Working Class Hero," "All Shine On" and of course "Imagine") and for a solid six or seven years was one of the greatest collaborators in the history of popular music.
Not much of a remembrance, I suppose. It seems I'm still too harried to bother with such things; I've still got a paper to write. But I figured I should pause for a moment to mark the 25th anniversary of this man's death and pay tribute in my own awkward way. For more stirring tributes, check out three links in the headline.