Love is touch, touch is love
Love is reaching, reaching love
Love is asking to be loved
Love is you
You and me
Love is knowing
We can be
Love is free, free is love
Love is living, living love
Love is needing to be loved
John Lennon
R.I.P
NFA!
A bad little kid moved into my neighborhood
He won't do nothing right just sitting down and looks so good
He don't want to go to school and learn to read and write
Just sits around the house and plays the rock and roll music all night
Well, he put some tacks on teachers chair
Puts chewing gum in little girl's hair
Hey, junior, behave yourself
Buys every rock and roll book on the magazine stand
Every dime that he get is lost to the jukebox man
Well he worries his teacher till at night she's ready to poop
>From rocking and a-rolling spinning in a hula hoop
Well this rock and roll has got to stop
Junior's head is hard as rock
Now, junior, behave yourself
Going tell your mama you better do what she said
Get to the barber shop and get that hair cut off your head
Threw the canary and you fed it to the neighbors cat
You gave the cocker spaniel a bath in mother's laundramat
Well, mama's head has got to stop
Junior's head is hard as rock
Now, junior, behave yourself
Barbara
Where were you all when it happened?
I remember being in 5th grade homeroom in the morning at PDS (my
school, alma mater of Christopher Reeve) and Ms. Matthews came in,
terribly upset, and said John Lennon had died.
I didn't know who he was, but I'll never forget it.
(I think I found out shortly after that, and I didn't understand why
regular people were so upset about something so far removed from their
lives. I don't think I knew he was murdered. I don't really remember
this part - everything I'm writing inside these parentheses. I'm also
having incredible ADD, and am having trouble focusing on reading rmd
right now. Please forgive! :-/)
I was in High School. I think it was my last year. My mom woke me up
and told me to turn on the radio. They'd quit the regular programming
and were just reading news reports. At first I didn't know he'd been
killed, but was really scared he was and started having imaginary
conversations with him about being shot and telling him I hoped it was
really serious, like he'd just gotten shot in the arm or something. I
guess it was the fear. A few minutes after this, they announced he was
dead and I just sat on my bed in shock for several minutes. My mom had
heard the news that he was dead and told me to stay home from school.
I spent most of the day listening to his records and crying, feeling a
hole in my heart. By the afternoon, I needed to go out, so I hung out
in a record store with several other stunned people, all talking about
Lennon and listening to his music. Many of the stores were playing
Beatles music or Lennons solo work. I remember it seemed like the
whole world was in shock.
Of course, I meant here, that I hoped it wasn't really serious...
your story brought tears to my eyes.
i guess i can sort of relate.
but like, i'm watching IMAGINE right now, and seeing the girls
screaming, i mean, like, OK, i'm just being honest, i burst out
laughing, because it seems so stupid to me. i'm totally on another
emotional level as a female and human being.
see, now BOB DYLAN, on the other hand, that was this private serious
business because it was almost all within me, and only rarely did it
reach me from outside through another human being, and then he turned
REAL. understand?
so there have been times here, when i'm freaking out, admittedly on
crystal, about what am i going to do, how can i handle it, if i find
out that he has...you know.
and so i'm like, ok, i'm cancelling my newspaper.
no t.v.
i'm shutting myself off from the outside world.
i'll tell rmd, aol, google, the computer.
let it never end.
we'll all just keep on playing, and he'll just keep touring, because i
just can't handle it.
not through the media, at least.
if we were together, however, i think i'd be expecting it, and could
handle it.
but not through the media.
like the thing in '97.
it was so shocking/painful, not only did the news flash cause me to sit
up with a major jolt at the mention of his name and freeze in horror at
the t.v. monitor from my little bed in my Board & Care, but then the
news made one of my eyes break water, and shortly thereafter, the t.v.
died.
i HATE that word, "h..." i can't STAND it, and i didn't think "going to
see Elvis" was in anyway amusing. i was very mad at him for taking
himself so unseriously.
and i think it's obvious and is in no way challenging to know which
side of the picture from "L&T" is up on my closet wall.
yes, bob, you brainwashed ex-jesus freak; THE closet.
wanna come over and see it? :) (hint hint, nudge nudge, wink wink - a
date! i'm talking about a NORMAL date. 3 HOURS!?! That's disGUSting!
:-D Well, thank G-d at least there's no way you can be married to
anybody if you're doing THAT. i'm simutaneously at the time crying
tears of relief and joy, and laughing with horror and delight. oh god,
please don't punish me with prophecy from Like A Rolling Stone.
Actually, I SWEAR TO G-D, it had more to do with Aunt Sally than Bob.
:) (hi aunt sally! you're a pretty incredible lady! too cool for me,
but hi anyway!)
another team was up, we were all sitting on the floor in this main
cabin, and the category was, "a beatle in a bag."
an older boy, holds up a plastic bag, with a cassette tape in it.
i didn't understand what it was about, what it meant.
and, as usual, i didn't ask.
i don't usually ask questions, except at pesach, or
perhaps...um...singing to myself as a child...SHUT UP! IT'S NONE OF
YOUR BUSINESS!!!!!!!!!!
Barbara
oops. it just occured to me. i spelled that wrong.
i meant "beetle."
i hope that didn't ruin my story for anyone... bob...
i just can't be happy, bob, unless you love me true,
it's bad in here.
darkness everywhere
all i need is a miracle
(there are no miracles in the bible)
i'm not IN the bible!
i luv you, bob dylan. (but i'm just so depressed without you coming
back...)
it just hit me like two days ago, about your "eyes" being perfectly
round, and what that says about your state of mind/physical presence at
that moment.
i don't really understand, though.
(i'm not a psychiatrist - you know, to understand your "psychological
problems w/women" :-) )
anyway, i'm just a girl...
all i know is:
to be alone w/you
just you n' me -
underneath that tree...
there's just gonna be
you 'n me...
that was all
i could see
(pretty much the only words i could make out, that is)
and it's the only thing
in the world that should
and could be
for me.
all i need is a miracle...
Poor Little Chauffeur (or however you spell it)
but with a clean nose.
or
Jejune Juno
in denial
re: your trial
NOT GUILTY!
MY Bob Dylan!!
Leave 'im ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!
Leave 'im BE!!!
I want him to be free...
oh god, bob dylan, pretty please remember me.
ONE GODDAMN CUP OF TEA!!
Jesus Christ, is that too much to ask!????!
IS IT?!?
I don't *think* so!!!
Don't know about tv, but it was mentioned throughout the afternoon on
top of the hour newscasts on ABC Radio
I was married less than a year. We had just moved into the house I still
live in. Bitterly cold that first week of December '80. I was
board-opping a UMaine hockey game on radio when a reporter from the TV
station we shared the building with ran in to tell me. I still have the
AP newsflash copy...4 words---John Lennon Shot Dead
Jesus. That's awful. (if you cared)
Bob, I have to be with/near you when you die.
Otherwise, I'm gonna have to build myself a machine t' hide in until I
die. Physically.
you know i can't move on.
all i need is a miracle
all i ne-ed
is you
knocking on my door, (find your own way in! lotsa people do it!) with a
little bouquet of flowers and i'll be totally SCREWED!
i'll have t' open the door, and hang and shake my head and say, "sorry.
i'm so sorry. i know i look like shit. come on in...i made it with you
in mind. it stands eternal. take as long as you want. damn, should i
walk through it with you, or go clean myself up? (like, i got big fat
eyebrows, ew!)
p.s. i got something really really really nice to thank you for, i
think. i was reading lyrics again, and feeling pretty doomed, and then
realized that the "lyrics" were in orange color, and supposedly, at
least from one source, a Jewish source, that this meant criticism and
exclusion. Is there an OBJECTIVE reality? what a stupid question.
(that's a MEAN thing to say, Rachel!) Well, like i said, it's too good
t' be true. Oh wait. Tommy said it first. There's nothing left
t'sayyyyyyyyy.
Except...
i love you...ykw
NOTHING ABOUT YOU IS ABSURD, BOB DYLAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You're GOD!!!!!!
And if anybody else says or thinks that about you, well, THEY are MOST
CERTAINLY, absurd. (unless they think you love me and we are going to
be together :-) )
I was halfway down the hallway to the bathroom, after getting up from
the tv. The news came interrupting whatever was on and it stopped me in
my tracks. I couldn't believe it. Just kind of leaned against the wall
and sat down right there, in shock. The news kept playing over and over.
Then the next day all the people in New York mourning. Man, some bad
times that was. Lots of tears...
I STILL can't hear Imagine with out getting choked up.
He will always be missed.
"Debra Lind" <tab...@webtv.net> wrote in message
news:18387-439...@storefull-3335.bay.webtv.net...
I woke up on the morning of December 8, 1980 and flipped on the TV
news as I always do. When I heard what had happened, I sat transfixed
on the end of the bed and cried. My girlfriend came over and without
saying a word, put her arm around me and hugged me close, rocking me
like a baby.
I'll never forget it.
r
On 8 Dec 2005 11:50:14 -0800, "Dylanstubs" <dylan...@gmail.com>
wrote: