Now that baby is a musician himself and is heading north as this it written to spend another winter on the road. That leaves his mother to contemplate the bad roads conditions he and the other band members will have to brave in their old van as they drive from city to city, sometimes in the dead of night. Always on too little sleep.
John Lennon had paid those dues long, long ago. He’d gotten past the stage of dying of self-inflicted wounds, too. Who would have guessed that he was going to have to pay for his stature as a generational icon with his life?
My manager/friend and I were living together as roommates and I was composing at my piano in the livingroom while she worked in the kitchen. The telly was on, but I don’t remember what was playing. She fell apart, but I just went back to the music I was writing. Some pain is too deep to react to.
I had to go to work the next day, but I really don’t know how I got through it.
John’s death is still unreal to me. It’s something I’ve never really accepted.
Comment by The Incurable Insomniac — December 11, 2005 @ 5:50 pm
Shown tonight on our ABC television was the documentary ‘Gimme Some Truth’, about the making of the Imagine album. What surprised me was seeing how much all the musos smoked in those days. Maybe John wouldn’t have lived to such a ripe old age anyway. I wonder whether Yoko is still a smoker.
Comment by Jude — December 12, 2005 @ 11:47 am