Showing posts with label John Lennon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Lennon. Show all posts
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
The Spector Effect
From the Depths of the Lost Weekend (and possibly hell):
Makes me wonder how much bizarre stuff is in the vaults. The original recording of this song is incredible and probably has the most imitated drum beat in pop music, but I'm thinking this version is more at home on Double Fantasy.
Makes me wonder how much bizarre stuff is in the vaults. The original recording of this song is incredible and probably has the most imitated drum beat in pop music, but I'm thinking this version is more at home on Double Fantasy.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Hey, Yoko, ever hear of bleach?
Dirty laundry from the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Annex exhibit John Lennon: The New York City Years. More here.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Cold Case Turkey
I saw an advertisement last night on the ol' network station that Cold Case will be featuring solely John Lennon songs this Sunday. The episode is entitled, "Mind Games" and deals with a delusional, paranoid schizophrenic killer (hmm). I've never seen the show knowingly but I might try to catch it if I can remember. [ditty]
Sunday, November 23, 2008
I Don't Believe In The Entertainment Section
John's Jesus comments have been forgiven by the holy people. It seems like a cheap way to make a buck, but I suppose it has always been that way. [article]
Sunday, October 12, 2008
New John Lennon Biography
my Dad sent me this article:
There is an enduring legend, largely fuelled by disgruntled ex-employees with axes to grind, that, in his latter years, John Lennon became a virtual recluse.
Holed up in his vast apartment in the Dakota, a forbiddingly gothic mansion block in New York, the most famous member of The Beatles supposedly came to resemble Howard Hughes, the eccentric tycoon who never cut his hair and nails and lived in a sanitised hotel suite for fear of catching germs.
Inviting as this image is, it just isn't true. What is true, however, is that the John of these times was a very different person from either the zany pop star or the drugged-out, spaced-out, wild man of rock he had been. For the first time in his life he had responsibilities.
When he and his wife, Yoko Ono, got back together in 1975 after a 14-month separation, they renewed their wedding vows. Dressed in white, in a candlelit ceremony in an all-white room surrounded by banks of white carnations, it was as if they were being born again.
John had come home from what he referred to as his 'Lost Weekend' with all the demons seemingly exorcised from his system - the drunkenness, the sexual ravenousness, the jealousy and possessiveness. Everything but the insecurity and self-doubt, the products of his Liverpool childhood, that nothing and no one could change.
• Abridged extract from JOHN LENNON: THE LIFE by Philip Norman, published by HarperCollins at £25. © Philip Norman 2008.
There is an enduring legend, largely fuelled by disgruntled ex-employees with axes to grind, that, in his latter years, John Lennon became a virtual recluse.
Holed up in his vast apartment in the Dakota, a forbiddingly gothic mansion block in New York, the most famous member of The Beatles supposedly came to resemble Howard Hughes, the eccentric tycoon who never cut his hair and nails and lived in a sanitised hotel suite for fear of catching germs.
Inviting as this image is, it just isn't true. What is true, however, is that the John of these times was a very different person from either the zany pop star or the drugged-out, spaced-out, wild man of rock he had been. For the first time in his life he had responsibilities.
When he and his wife, Yoko Ono, got back together in 1975 after a 14-month separation, they renewed their wedding vows. Dressed in white, in a candlelit ceremony in an all-white room surrounded by banks of white carnations, it was as if they were being born again.
John had come home from what he referred to as his 'Lost Weekend' with all the demons seemingly exorcised from his system - the drunkenness, the sexual ravenousness, the jealousy and possessiveness. Everything but the insecurity and self-doubt, the products of his Liverpool childhood, that nothing and no one could change.
• Abridged extract from JOHN LENNON: THE LIFE by Philip Norman, published by HarperCollins at £25. © Philip Norman 2008.
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