Love and Light

My photo
London, NW8, United Kingdom
A "recovering academic", I have left the world of research and teaching Psychology. My current focus is on offering hypnotherapy, Reiki, and spiritual support for clients and hospice residents. I like to express myself through the arts, especially drama (the quirky-comic relief part),stand-up comedy, painting, and the fiber arts.

Monday, December 8, 2008

We eat, drink, and see that musician guy

December 8th, 2008

It was twenty-eight years ago today that I had a call from my High School buddy Jason at around 10 pm. He told me that John Lennon had been shot and killed in New York City. I refused to believe it, saying "That's not funny". He finally convinced me that it was true. We talked and cried a bit and then I hung up and turned on the radio. The DJ on WZLX was crying, and asking people to call in requests. I called and got through right away, and requested George Harrison's "Isn't it a Pity". This made the DJ cry again.

It was so sad. I wore black to work for two weeks straight.

I was reminded of this as I passed the wrought iron fence in front of the Abbey Road Studios today on my way home from a long day out. There were two bunches of flowers, and a note of remembrance. I wondered what, if anything, Sir Paul might be doing today as he remembered his friend and colleague.

Hubster and I had formulated a plan to go up to a pub called the Clifton, on Clifton Hill in St. John's Wood, about seven streets north on Abbey Road. We enjoyed our two-for-the-price-of-one steaks and a glass of Erdinger white beer and headed out into the night.

As we walked along, Hubster announced "I want to cross the street, and so I shall". I dutifully followed him. After about ten seconds of walking, a man approached us out of the darkness. I had a quick look, and it was Sir Paul. He saw me looking his way, and looked out toward the street. That was my sign to look down as we passed and completely ignore him. I decided that he must have mastered the art of avoidance long ago, almost like the Jedi mind trick. "There is nothing to interest you here".

Hubster walked on in oblivion. I waited a good twenty seconds before I said "did you see who that was?" He didn't believe me, and still thinks I am making it up. I am reliably informed, however that Sir Paul's daughter lives on that street, and that he is often seen in the Clifton. Perhaps he was going there to lift a pint in memory of John. I hope so.

1 comment:

Carl J. Schroeder said...

Spooky. And "I want to cross the street, and so I shall" was rumored to be the refrain of the last unfinished song by John Lennon.

(a rumor I just started, but I like the symbolism)

I cried when John Denver died so I can relate to your feelings.

"Don't just eat the carrots Eli, give peas a chance!"

Carl