I was nearly 5 when it happened. It was my first experience with the idea of violent death. Murder. Murder of a hero of mine. A man who sang about peace and marmalade skies. A man who wrote a song about all the beautiful things he imagined for us, a man who led up a band that changed the face of music. A man with a little boy my age.
He never stopped being a key hero for me. I'm sorry he's gone.
1 comment:
yeah
john and his mates still move me more than 99% of the musicians out there today.
and when someone tells me that someone is the 'best songwriter ever' i think of revolution and the 2000 times i've listened to it and how i still get excited by it...
or i think of imagine. and how i still want to weep when i hear it and i know that they're nuts.
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