December 8, 1980. The day lone gunman and self-described Beatles fan, Mark David Chapman gunned down John Lennon in front of his Dakota apartment building and his wife, Yoko Ono.
I was only nine when this went down. But I still remember the TV news reports, the outpouring of emotions (from both strangers on the street and on TV as well as my sister's friends bawling. It was a weird time for a kid not knowing who this guy was at the time. What was the big deal, I wondered. Well, once I found out who Lennon was and what he meant to the music world and the history of rock and roll after getting into the Beatles in grade eight (and being forced to endure the chuckles and snickers from my musically ignorant classmates) I, like the rest of the world learned to appreciate what exactly he had contributed. Not only in the Beatles, but, as some people may opine, more importantly his solo career.
Released in 1988, Imagine: John Lennon probably remains the best account of Lennon's releatively short solo career.
Meanwhile in New York's Central Park...
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