John Lennon, a former member of the Beatles, the rock group that transformed popular music in the 1960s, is shot and killed by an obsessed fan in New York City. The 40-year-old artist was entering his luxury Manhattan apartment building when Mark David Chapman shot him four times at close range with a .38-caliber revolver. Lennon, bleeding profusely, was rushed to the hospital but died en route. Chapman had received an autograph from Lennon earlier in the day and voluntarily remained at the scene of the shooting until he was arrested by police. For a week, hundreds of bereaved fans kept a vigil outside the Dakota–Lennon’s apartment building–and demonstrations of mourning were held around the world.
I remember this night – we were out in the field (we were always in the field in the winter) and I was giving a friend a break pulling a shift in a radio van so he could get on the shower run and AFN was playing nothing but Beatles and Lennon for some off the wall reason. It wasn’t until the next day I discovered that he’d been shot and killed but still, it was no big deal – I was more excited that the guy I replaced in the van was able to bring me back a half gallon of Jack and buy me a hundred grams of Afghan black hash.
It’s the little things in life, ya know?