A Walk Down Memory Lane
Imagine you're 13 years old. You're really into pop music. And all your life, as far back as you can remember, you've had just one favorite band. The greatest band, the greatest music in the world. The only albums you own are albums by your favorite band. At this point in your life, it's pretty much the only music you listen to besides the radio. And you have a favorite member in the band, too. He creates and sings the best music in the world. The fact that the band broke up when you were a preschooler doesn't really matter. The music has momentum. It lives in the here and now.
Today you are alternating fooling around with your hand-me-down stereo equipment and sitting on your bed listening to the radio. At the moment you are in between the two activities, standing in the middle of your room. The DJ on the radio says something you don't understand at first, then the nonsensical words take form in your head. Your favorite singer, from your favorite band, was murdered last night. You just can't believe it. It doesn't make sense. You are dumbfounded. Thirteen years of living, breathing, and loving a music whose creator is suddenly gone...You sit down on your bed and cry.
You are me, it's 25 years ago, and John Lennon is dead.
Today you are alternating fooling around with your hand-me-down stereo equipment and sitting on your bed listening to the radio. At the moment you are in between the two activities, standing in the middle of your room. The DJ on the radio says something you don't understand at first, then the nonsensical words take form in your head. Your favorite singer, from your favorite band, was murdered last night. You just can't believe it. It doesn't make sense. You are dumbfounded. Thirteen years of living, breathing, and loving a music whose creator is suddenly gone...You sit down on your bed and cry.
You are me, it's 25 years ago, and John Lennon is dead.
posted by yelhsacrow at 7:27 PM
1 Comments:
Lovely memory. I wasn't born yet when John Lennon died, but I did just realize that you're only a year younger than my mom, who could probably steal your post and say it was hers with no questions asked.
I don't mean to make you feel old, because you're not--she's just disturbingly young to have a 23-year-old daughter. :)
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