Post by mrkite on Nov 7, 2009 10:16:59 GMT -5
Growing up in the north of England in the late 60`s early 70`s in a terraced house hand me down`s and jam and bread there wasn`t much to escape the reality of going to school and then before you know it looking for a job that you will more than likely end up hating for the rest of your life .
But there was so pleasures for a young lad in a working class town , Football and in my case we had one of those little record platers with arms that could survive a bomb blast and a spindle that could hold about thirteen 45`s .
So from the age of 5 I was brought up listening to the bands of the 60`s and with most people the popular band then was the Beatles .
It was music then and nothing else to me but as I got older and cutting a long story short at the tender age of 14 I bought Sgt Pepper and that was that , Beatles full steam ahead .
I remember sitting up late one night waiting for a music program called the old grey whistle test which that night had a Mr John lennon on and as I sat there and watched him perform Stand By Me and Slippin And A Slidin I was sold on a solo Beatle and my mission was to buy everything Lennon was on and I even started to dress like him , well denim jacket and jeans and the old round sun glasses .
Five years on and on a very cold winter morning I was walking to work it was about 6.30 in the moring and so I hand`t seen no T.V. or heard the radio and as I past my work mates house as ever he would wait for me and we would walk to work together , he came running out of his house and told me something I still till this day never understood why this insane thing had happened .
"John Lennon`s been shot " he said .
Of course I just thought that he was winding me up and then he went on of what he had heard on the news .
I was in shock and I didn`t even think that he was dead but then as we walked inside the factory I could hear on the radio the Beatles playing away and I guess that was the shock that the man I had grown to admire and took on as my "Hero " was dead .
I never really showed any emotion that day at work but as I got home and at 5.45pm news came on the T.V. and Showing old clips of John Lennon I started to cry .
Not the kinda thing a tough working class lad did in those days but that night a big part of my life had been ripped away.
John Lennon was dead.
I went to the memorial they had in Liverpool on December 14th and I will never forget walking down Mathew St and seeing the flower tributes and even thogh the small street was full of people you could hear a pin drop .
I guess that cold December month was a reality check for me that the world was not a great place where everyone got on and that Love was all you needed.
I`d lost my faith in man that day and I think that maybe my youth .
I was very cynical about the aftermath of John`s death all of a sudden people where John Lennon fans and telling how great the Beatles were .
I had been teling people for years how great the Beatles were and what a genius John Lennon was .
Sad that it takes a great artist to be recognised when he is dead
But that is the way of the world and the world was a sadder place that day when John Lennon was taken away from us .
But there was so pleasures for a young lad in a working class town , Football and in my case we had one of those little record platers with arms that could survive a bomb blast and a spindle that could hold about thirteen 45`s .
So from the age of 5 I was brought up listening to the bands of the 60`s and with most people the popular band then was the Beatles .
It was music then and nothing else to me but as I got older and cutting a long story short at the tender age of 14 I bought Sgt Pepper and that was that , Beatles full steam ahead .
I remember sitting up late one night waiting for a music program called the old grey whistle test which that night had a Mr John lennon on and as I sat there and watched him perform Stand By Me and Slippin And A Slidin I was sold on a solo Beatle and my mission was to buy everything Lennon was on and I even started to dress like him , well denim jacket and jeans and the old round sun glasses .
Five years on and on a very cold winter morning I was walking to work it was about 6.30 in the moring and so I hand`t seen no T.V. or heard the radio and as I past my work mates house as ever he would wait for me and we would walk to work together , he came running out of his house and told me something I still till this day never understood why this insane thing had happened .
"John Lennon`s been shot " he said .
Of course I just thought that he was winding me up and then he went on of what he had heard on the news .
I was in shock and I didn`t even think that he was dead but then as we walked inside the factory I could hear on the radio the Beatles playing away and I guess that was the shock that the man I had grown to admire and took on as my "Hero " was dead .
I never really showed any emotion that day at work but as I got home and at 5.45pm news came on the T.V. and Showing old clips of John Lennon I started to cry .
Not the kinda thing a tough working class lad did in those days but that night a big part of my life had been ripped away.
John Lennon was dead.
I went to the memorial they had in Liverpool on December 14th and I will never forget walking down Mathew St and seeing the flower tributes and even thogh the small street was full of people you could hear a pin drop .
I guess that cold December month was a reality check for me that the world was not a great place where everyone got on and that Love was all you needed.
I`d lost my faith in man that day and I think that maybe my youth .
I was very cynical about the aftermath of John`s death all of a sudden people where John Lennon fans and telling how great the Beatles were .
I had been teling people for years how great the Beatles were and what a genius John Lennon was .
Sad that it takes a great artist to be recognised when he is dead
But that is the way of the world and the world was a sadder place that day when John Lennon was taken away from us .
