OT Days of infamy
Dec. 8th, 2005 07:19 pmYesterday was the 64th anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor, which of course I don't personally remember. I have however visited the Arizona Memorial, easily one of the five eeriest places I've ever visited simply because of the silence and the still-leaking oil from the Arizona's wreckage. But I think every American ought to see it at least once in life.
On a more personal note, today is the third anniversary of my grandmother's unexpected death. But today the news is the 25th anniversary of the death of John Lennon, which I'm old enough to remember. Lennon was only 40 years old, still a young man, and was on the comeback trail with the newly-released Double Fantasy album after spending much of the '70s out of the limelight. I recall there was a tremendous amount of media attention given to the album. The night of December 7, I went with my mom to the drug store for something, and I saw several magazines on the stand talking about Lennon's comeback, including a cover story in Playboy. The next morning, I woke up for school and I saw on the t.v. news that he was dead, shot by some lunatic.
Lots has been said about the incident and about Lennon's legacy and all that. But I think what has been forgotten is the reason why so many people were utterly shattered at the death of a celebrity. It was the end of a fervent hope Beatles fans had held onto since the band broke up in 1970, and that was hope for a reunion. With Lennon gone, the chance to see the Fab Four together again disappeared forever. Sure there were hopes the remaining three would reunite, which were dashed by George Harrison's death in 2001, but without Lennon such a reunion would be have been incomplete. We'll never know of course if they would have reunited if they had another 5, 10, or 20 years. Lennon was a temperamental fellow and had only a short time before his death began patching things up with Paul McCartney. It'll always be one of those could've, would've, should've things.
On a more personal note, today is the third anniversary of my grandmother's unexpected death. But today the news is the 25th anniversary of the death of John Lennon, which I'm old enough to remember. Lennon was only 40 years old, still a young man, and was on the comeback trail with the newly-released Double Fantasy album after spending much of the '70s out of the limelight. I recall there was a tremendous amount of media attention given to the album. The night of December 7, I went with my mom to the drug store for something, and I saw several magazines on the stand talking about Lennon's comeback, including a cover story in Playboy. The next morning, I woke up for school and I saw on the t.v. news that he was dead, shot by some lunatic.
Lots has been said about the incident and about Lennon's legacy and all that. But I think what has been forgotten is the reason why so many people were utterly shattered at the death of a celebrity. It was the end of a fervent hope Beatles fans had held onto since the band broke up in 1970, and that was hope for a reunion. With Lennon gone, the chance to see the Fab Four together again disappeared forever. Sure there were hopes the remaining three would reunite, which were dashed by George Harrison's death in 2001, but without Lennon such a reunion would be have been incomplete. We'll never know of course if they would have reunited if they had another 5, 10, or 20 years. Lennon was a temperamental fellow and had only a short time before his death began patching things up with Paul McCartney. It'll always be one of those could've, would've, should've things.