I have to remark on the 30th Anniversary of John Lennon's death, a day late

I am back. I just wanted to make a couple of notes about things right now. One, yesterday was the 30th anniversary of the shooting death of John Lennon. Again, only because we live in a base 10 world does the number "30" have any meaning. Then again, it seems like only yesterday that I was sitting in my room, listening to Q107 (or Chum FM) at about 10:30pm on a Monday night. Eventually, the DJ would break in to say that John Lennon had been shot and then on towards 11, that John Lennon had died. It was sad but sadder still that "Double Fantasy" would be his last album released while he was alive.

I cannot say I was devastated. I mean, other musicians had died in my life time (see John Bonham, Keith Moon, Marc Boland for example) so this was nothing new. It was unique that he was shot dead by a stranger, crazy strangers. Thirty years later, I am now coming to connect the dots and seeing why my parents always told me not to "talk to strangers". Strangers are not friends that you just have not met. They are, apparently, the merchants of death and will shoot you dead. Of course, I think that is only true if you are famous and the stranger is crazy....always blaming the deranged stranger.

Imagine there's no heaven....It's easy if you try......No hell below us, above us only sky. I just felt the need to quote John Lennon. He deserves at least that. And, no, I will not be making any Yoko Ono jokes. Though, Sally Jesse Raphael called and she wants her big ass framed eyeglasses back. Then again, the same could have been said about Elton John, so maybe it was a '70s thing.

I just wanted to make mention of the whole John Lennon thing. I did and I am done.

Ciao!