John Lennon was my first musical hero. Becoming one of the record buying public as the Beatles were splitting up it seems one had to choose sides and really between John and Paul there was no choice. John was cooler, wrote better lyrics and captured that Northern cynicism I was so used to. Because of my tendency to be alone when listening to music and so Mum could watch the telly in peace I ended up with the spare room as a record listening room. All my brothers had left home to get married so there was plenty of space. I had a divan, a record player and some Xmas fairy lights. I also had one huge poster on the wall of John Lennon from the film "How I won the War". Minimalist decor with a touch of incense. how could girls resist. But they did. Only one girl ever went in there. Lynne Wilson. And she was in there for no more than 3 minutes.
John Lennon was top of my celebrity charts (yep I used to keep charts of my favourite artists month by month) but was knocked off by David Bowie in the end. Marc Bolan and Rod Stewart also gave him a run for his money. John's albums got progressively worse and he seemed to lose relevance. He had some good songs on his LP s but I can't say I loved any of his albums after Imagine.
And then some bastard shot him. I went to the mourning service in the city square. It was devastating. Still is really.
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