Well, it's a birthday of one of the greatest well known all over the world musicians and who was shot dead by his own ardent fan. I suppose many of you have already guessed that he whom i'm speaking about is J. Lennon. Several long decades have passed since he was murdered and nevertheless i hope there are still people on the Earth's surface who keep cherishing every song he recorded. Well, at least there was time when i was impressed by Lennon, by those things he sang, even by the way he died. Even a picture of John or mention of his name could make my life - usual boring existence of tired gloomy teenager - much lighter. Now i suspect it was a bit strange, to be obsessed with the dead, well, then i didn't think so. I lived in this world neither when John was still a great famous singer nor when he was shot - and all that made the situation even more complicated and bizarre. On the one hand, being Lennon's fan took me a half of a year and i was always suffering from stupid teenage obsession - on the other hand he brought some light moments to me - and taught me English) I'm not sorry i lost so many bright spring days looking for rare Beatles' songs on the Internet - instead i hope i won't forget what i've learnt . And i hope you're in a better place, John.

@музыка: Green Day - Wake me up when September ends

@настроение: thoughtful

@темы: олдскул, олдфажье, Реал, английский, Размышления, джон леннон, Музыка, Я, интересное