It seems unreal to me that 31 years have gone by since John Lennon died on December 8, 1980. Because the Beatles have been such a major presence in our lives it seems they've always been with us.

I read the news today, oh boy, that 52% of the planet's population is under 30. That means they missed seeing the Beatles during their prime. It makes me feel lucky.

I felt terrible when Lennon was killed. My wife was the one who told me and I went into instant denial. It took me a full 12 hours to finally come back to reality.

I don't even have to pull out albums. I have the Beatles and John Lennon's three disk
Collector's Tin albums on my hard drive, and can listen to them anytime. When John died the 33 1/3 LP was still the standard. How far we've come in a technology sense, but not so much musically. In that way the Beatles will live on when eventually the surviving members–and even us–are gone.
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