Tonight the anniversary of John Lennon’s life ending from gunshot. What a sad confusing night that was. I remember hearing it on the news when he was still in hospital. I thought he won’t die, they’ve got him in hospital plus he’s a macrobiotic guy. Not sure why I thought that gave him superpowers but that’s how my teenage mind processed things. The next day, In My Life was often played during the television segments about his life and death. I wondered how can they justify any one song as the essence of what to play right now? But it was indeed a good sum up message, as though when the younger John wrote it, the longer term significance was also part of his songwriter-mind. A few weeks later Roxy Music released a 45 of Jealous Guy, printed on the cover in red letters was simply A TRIBUTE. A very perfect memorial. If I ever met Bryan Ferry it would be difficult to stop my teenage self from thanking him for that then. One of my earliest memories with music and its power was being about 9 and playing Well Well Well over and over and over. For my little heart that set the bar on songwriting. So glad to grow up in a house with the record collections of older siblings.