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I LOVE that song. I made a mosaic stepping stone for our garden using the musical notations for the first couple of measures. It's pretty cool! LONGTIME Beatle fan. And I always admired him. So I'll share one of my favorite John Lennon stories:
I was working at NBC News in Burbank when he got shot. I was part of a new young-adult radio network that they'd started up, for rock stations. I'd already put in a full day's work and I was home that night, in my bathrobe, eating dinner with my husband. The phone rang. On the other line was this rather beloved curmudgeonly old gent named Sherman who worked the nighttime network desk in Burbank. He had to be near retirement age, and he was short and round and rumpled and kinda bent over, and he walked with a limp. He had a growly gravely voice that EVERYONE in the bureau could imitate, myself included. And he was very good-natured about it - he honestly loved hearing us do impersonations of him. Everyone loved him for the crusty-but-benign, adored but kind of out-of-it "family elder" he was. And sure enough, the voice on the other end of the phone that Monday night was his.
"Uh, Mary, uh, New York just called. One of the Lennon Brothers just got shot."
I wasn't sure what I just heard. "Sherman, one of the Lennon Brothers?" "Yeah, they just called. They told me to get ahold of you." I thanked him and said I would call the NY desk immediately, which I did. I thought - "Lennon Brothers? Could it be? Naaahh, no way. Good God I hope not! HAS TO be somebody else." But of course, I learned straight away that my worst fears were confirmed. It was indeed John Lennon having been shot. I threw on my clothes, grabbed my car keys and made a beeline for the bureau to jump on the phone and work the story for react from anyone we could find, since it was still relatively early in the evening on the West Coast.
Months later, I happened to have the good fortune to interview Harry Nilsson, the singer-songwriter who wrote "Everybody's Talkin'" and "Without You" and a whole lot of other hits, and he'd been a good friend of John Lennon's. They'd shared that infamous "Lost Weekend" here in L.A. when John had briefly separated from Yoko Ono and came out here to drink and smoke and screw and avail himself of whatever other substances and entertainments he could think of. Part of that included their both getting thrown out of the legendary Troubadour night club for the drunken heckling of the Smothers Brothers during their set. After the interview, which was at the bureau, Nilsson wanted to grab a Coke or something on the way out, so I walked him over to the world-renowned NBC Commissary. We sat down for a few minutes and I told him that story about Sherman and the Lennon Brothers. I thought he was gonna have an epileptic fit! He exploded into laughter so loud it disrupted every other activity in the Commissary and people turned around and stared. He damn near tipped over backwards and fell out of his chair. When he finally regained his composure, he wheezed - "John woulda LOVED that!!!!!"
