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BERNARD GUSSET -
AFTERTHOUGHTS (Updated... now and then)
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JOHN LENNON DIED 25 YEARS
AGO - 8TH DECEMBER 1980
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He's been called hero, genius, icon, legend. He's also been called, fallen hero, wife beater, difficult and not a very nice, a man in turmoil. Well it's hardly surprising given his bizarre childhood, handed to his aunt Mimi by his mother Julia so she could go off with some other man. Not the best of starts. However. Right now there are all sorts of people talking about John Lennon. One guy trying to debunk his mythology saying how awful he was - phooey to that as it has only minor relevance to the man and his talent - and others trying to preserve his legend and legend it is. The fact is when we were young - I was 17 in '67 -
it was the Beatles and the Stones and the Kinks etc. Great bands putting
out fantastic evocative, innovative, fab rebellious music. We couldn't
get enough of it and no matter whether you were a school boy, a school
girl, a teenager from an estate, a terrace or a mansion or a dope
head it didn't matter. The music levelled us all. You'd play it and
listen and get wildly excited. We were the "Now" generation.
There was never a better time to be young. Alright, that's not true,
being young is the best time to be young, no matter when that is.
At least it should be. Only to be young then was something special
though we probably only realised that with hindsight. But what a time
it was. These guys were heroic leading the way. We all wanted to be
them. Their success took us by surprise. It was all so new then. Mary
Quant was busy doing her thing with fashion, there was Twiggy and
Jean Shrimpton, David Bailey the photographer and many others, there
were new way-out clothes and way out happenings. There was excitement
and it didn't have half the sophistication of today but it was more
fun because it was cutting edge and something so totally new after
the austerity and utility of the post war years. Suddenly we were
breaking out, flouting conventions and doing our own thing, or if
not, getting swept up in others doing their thing. There was a constant
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