Re: Somehow I feel Sad again

Some Other Guy wrote:
>
> On Tue, 22 Nov 2005 02:53:40 GMT, TAR <tom.rach@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
>
> >Some Other Guy wrote:
> >>
> >> <snip>
> >> My good friend Al called me and said "did you hear?" I said, "no." He said his brother Paul told
> >> him that John was shot. I told him that Paul is full of crap and tell him to stop f*cking around
> >> like that. He told me to turn on the news. For some reason, I turned on the radio to WPLJ 95.5. I
> >> heard the news. I was sick. For some reason, I stuck in a blank 8 track tape and taped the radio.
> >> First, the news that a man believed to be John Lennon was shot. Then that he was taken to Roosevelt
> >> Hospital. Then, "John Lennon has expired". EXPIRED!!??? What the hell does that mean?? I found out
> >> right after. I stayed up all night that night and listed to the radio. It was complete sadness.
> >> Fans, DJs, talking all night and crying. It was so horrible that I was crying. I wanted to go to the
> >> Dakota but had no idea how to even get there at that point. I just knew that NYC was to the west of
> >> me.
> >>
> >> It was a long, miserable night. Hearing all of the Lennon songs and interviews alternating with the
> >> cries and sadness of the people on the radio was really too much to bear. I still have that tape and
> >> I cannot even listen to it without getting those feeling right back to that night. Every day that
> >> entire week, John was the cover story of the NY Daily News. I bought a copy of Newsday and the Daily
> >> News every day to see if I could learn something new about this *** MDC. That was it. It's all
> >> history from that point on. The most tragic day in Beatle history. All for no good reason.
> >>
> >> Just my story. Thought I would share with yours.
> >>
> >> Tony
> >
> >
> >Your post just brought back memories for me, Tony. I was also listening
> >to WPLJ that night. My parents were upstairs sleeping, but I was
> >downstairs, in the darkness, on the recliner for I don't know how many
> >hours. The only light was the light from the stereo. It was surreal.
> >People calling up crying, and others at a loss for words. I needed to
> >be with other fans that night, and listening to them on the radio was
> >comforting somehow. I guess I was in shock, and hearing them helped me
> >to grasp what had just happened. I remember the tears continously
> >streaming down my face, wondering what John was feeling at that moment.
> >Did he realize that he was shot? Does he know he died? Is he
> >confused? Does he sense all of our prayers and our sorrow? Is he in
> >the light?
> >
> >It just didn't seem possible that I was still alive and a Beatle was
> >dead. I kept wishing that I could have gone back in time and prevented
> >this from happening. This happened in my city. Why couldn't I have
> >been there to stop this maniac? Why couldn't I have known the future,
> >even just an hour in advance?
> >
> >This happened 25 years ago, and yet so many of us can still remember our
> >thoughts from that night.
> >
> > - Donna
>
> Hey Donna,
>
> I listened to the 8 track tape a few years back noticed that and one of the DJs that night (might
> have been WPLJ or WNEW) was future MTV VJ Mark Goodman. He was in tears. It was so hard to hear a DJ
> and the listeners crying. That was heartbreaking.

Yes, I'm sure it was heartbreaking to hear this after all of these
years. Still, that night, I found it comforting to know that so many
people cared.


> Also, the fans that were talking about how they
> actually ran into John Lennon in the city in the 70s and he would wave and say hi to them. It is a
> damn shame that he trusted this city and loved being "normal" once in a while and that is what got
> him killed. Meanwhile, celebs like Britney Spears are being driven into the gates at their house in
> a dark limo for fear of being stalked. They all pale in comparison to Mr Lennon.
>
> Tony

It wasn't a person from this city who ultimately got to John. People
here generally leave celebrities alone... probably because New Yorkers
like to think of themselves as being too cool to gush over someone. I
remember when John lived here. I knew where he lived and I knew his
hangouts. I was even given some private phone numbers from friends in
the know. Not even for a second did I think of actually calling or
going up there to meet him. I was just happy knowing that he lived here
among us. If I had seen him in the street, I probably would have just
smiled. I knew that he loved this city because he could walk freely
among the population. I'm glad that he was able to enjoy that freedom.
But, sadly, all it takes is one nut. :(
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