Lennon’s death means he’s frozen in time, flaws and all. He never got the chance to watch his children grow, to become the grandfather of rock n roll, to do so many things. It would have been fascinating. I love the fictional interview in Vanity Fair, it somehow rings true.
I was only 13 when Lennon died but I remember how my dad reacted and how he always had a picture of Lennon in every office he had. Ever since then I’ve grown a little more interested in the who, how and why of Lennon.
Happy birthday Mr Lennon.