Elizabeth Edwards died yesterday. Thirty years ago, a former fan turned religious fanatic murdered John Lennon in New York City, shooting him in the back.
John Lennon, for you youngsters, was a bandmate in Paul McCartney’s old pre-Wings band. They had a lot of hit singles that you might recognize from elevators and supermarkets.
Yesterday was Pearl Harbor day, which fades from popular memory as fewer and fewer Americans are alive that actually remember it. The same begins to hold true for the assassination of John Lennon by Mark David Chapman. Wikipedia:
At around 10:50 pm on 8 December 1980, as Lennon and Ono returned to their New York apartment in The Dakota, Mark David Chapman shot Lennon in the back four times at the entrance to the building. Lennon was taken to the emergency room of nearby Roosevelt Hospital and was pronounced dead on arrival at 11:07 pm. Earlier that evening, Lennon had autographed a copy of Double Fantasy for Chapman.
Here on the West Coast, it happened on December 9, at 1:50 AM. Lennon had died at 2:07 AM PST. I learned about it after dropping the Redhead off at the Burbank Studios, in Burbank. Hadn’t turned on the radio on the drive past Forest Lawn. Turned it on on the way back, and heard the news.
It was an ugly, unimaginable news story. What kind of nut would shoot John Lennon in the back with hollow-point .38 caliber bullets?
A religious nut, evidently.
An ugly anniversary for an ugly Era.
The cliché thing to do would be to quote from Lennon’s “Imagine.”
Here are his vorpal sword, we don’t do clichés, if we can help it.