The Day My Music Died. John Lennon 42 Years Later – Screamin’ Scott
The toughest day I had to go through. The night before I was with my father watching Monday Night Football on December 8, 1980, between the Patriots and the Miami Dolphins. Famed broadcaster Howard Cosell right before the next play started in the 4th quarter. In a monotone voice broke the news. “Remember, this is just a football game, no matter who wins or loses,” he said. “An unspeakable tragedy, confirmed to us by ABC News in New York City: John Lennon, outside of his apartment building on the West Side of New York City, the most famous perhaps of all of the Beatles, shot twice in the back, rushed to Roosevelt Hospital, dead on arrival.”
My father said to me, “You know that guy, don’t you?” I said yeah, the Beatles are my favorite band. My stomach turned sour. I went to bed, fighting back not to cry in front of my father. At high school the next day not much was said by many. I went to where my favorite place to be was: my high school radio station. WPHS played nonstop Beatles and John Lennon solo records. The radio station was my escape that day and didn’t even show up to my other classes that day. Nothing including Elvis, Buddy Holly, or even the 1977 plane crash of band members of Lynyrd Skynyrd hit me as hard as the murder of John Lennon. John’s Widow Yoko Ono is now 87-year-old has been ill for several years, receiving 24-hour medical assistance and struggling due to her very reduced mobility, as she is using a wheelchair.
The death of John Lennon 42 years ago was like losing a close pal that you knew for years. Years have passed and the news cycle pretty much glances over the tragedy. I think John Lennon would have had a ball with social media. Even cheeky Tik-Toc videos and his continued passion for peace in the world. Right now more than ever I wish everyone would, Give Peace a Chance.”