First of all, it was an exciting time. John and Yoko had just released Double Fantasy, and it was a great album; even Yoko’s songs weren’t that bad. (Just Like) Starting Overwas doing well on the charts, and John Lennon was indeed back.
I had already read the Esquire article and the Playboy interview, and it was a great time to be a Beatles fan…
Back then, I was in college, and that night, I was in bed, sleeping, because I had school the next day. My mother and father were downstairs watching Lou Grant; I knew this because I could hear it on the TV as I drifted off to sleep.
The next thing I knew, my mother was waking me up. “One of your Beatles got killed, it was on the TV.” she said. I immediately threw on a robe and went downstairs; there was a news report on, and it hit me as if I had been doused with cold water. Upon hearing that it was John, I immediately went numb. It couldn’t be…he was hot right now, wasn’t he? Upon hearing that he had been murdered, I found it hard to fathom. He had always been, after all, my favorite Beatle.
I didn’t know what to do. Back in those days, TV channels signed off, and it was unlikely they would stay on the air. There was the radio to listen to, and it being winter, it would be easy to pull in any one of dozens of stations, but one thing was for sure: there was no way I was going to be able to go back to sleep.
Eventually, I did just that, with the radio on low, but it was a horrible sleep, off and on the rest of the night. I drove to school the next morning, Double Fantasy playing in the cassette deck. It was definitely the hot topic in conversation that day, and everyone spoke in hushed tones. Most of the student body seemed depressed, and there were immediately debates over handguns.
I entered a depression, the likes I had never known (and looking back on it, not even the deaths of my parents and a younger brother, subsequent to this, affected me as greatly, believe it or not). All I did was listen to the news on the radio, listen to Double Fantasy, or other albums. When Sunday came, I made sure that I was at a nice place when 1:00 PM rolled around (the local beach), and I observed the period of silence that Yoko had asked for.
I spent the rest of the month grabbing all of the tribute magazines that came on sale, and somehow, I found time to get my Christmas shopping done, and was able to celebrate the holidays when they came. By the time holidays were over, and it was time to return to school, I was back to normal, but it was a time I’ll never forget.