You don’t have to watch the whole thing if you don’t want to. It’s just John Lennon and Bob Dylan… IN THE SAME CAR FOR NINE MINUTES!!!
The more I see of the world, the more I am dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.
-Elizabeth Bennet, Pride & Prejudice
No words can describe my love for John Lennon except obsessive, maybe. My heart jumps when I see his name in text or his face in the media because I forget he’s so famous. I smile to myself when I think about his lyrical nonsense, and always, since forever, wanted to be just like him. His words written everywhere on my tongue, his thoughts weaved in my mind. His voice draped over my ears, his face burned in my cornea. And it’s the only face you can see, over and over again, repeated in my drawings. The things he did slowly become the things I’m doing, the words he said slowly become the words I’m saying. He was—
And then all of a sudden, he died.
The End.
Seven years ago today, George Harrison died. Being one of the biggest influences in my life and well-being, it’s only natural I’ve developed quite a Beatlemania-era crush on him forty-some years late. From writing songs that were meant for me to love and wooing me from the dead with his long gone charisma, I wish I lived in the sixties, so I could break into his house and sniff his pajamas… or force him to marry me. But it’s too late, and the only thing I really look forward to these days is to accidentally wake up in the sixties. I would have loved my life a long, long time ago.
George Harrison, love of my life, key to my heart, same thing.
Hare Krishna, George, I miss you.
“Just talking to myself, crying as we part, knowing as you leave me, I also lose my heart.”
I found an old CD player from the nineties in the dark of my house yesterday, put some batteries in it and it worked! A true blast from the past. It makes me long for the age of simplicity, before they came out with all these iPods and downloadable everythings. I can’t even afford an iPod, and wouldn’t you find holding your favorite band’s CD or vinyl thrilling?! Or finding that CD you can’t afford to buy at your local library!? I don’t know, not everyone is as lame or emotional as me when it comes to a hard copy or mini thrills.
Anyway, speaking of CDs, I went to the library today and I found a couple of works from my favorite band and John Lennon. But that’s not the good part, they’re all due on December 8th… and guess what happened on December 8th nearly twenty-eight years ago! John Lennon DIED. Coincidence… or fate!?! And speaking of John Lennon, The John Lennon Series I inflicted upon myself isn’t going very well and time’s almost up.
“Don’t need a watch to waste your time.”
The only words I’ve ever known
Cradled in my arms as I close my eyes to
The only words I’ve ever known
Emitting from the sound of
Silence and I hear the voice
I have long since longed to hear.
The only words I’ve ever known,
and I’ve been loved for the first time,
Over and over again
Even if it should’ve happened
In the dead of a December winter
When you left me thirty some years ago
Without a last kiss.
Nostalgia for something that doesn’t exist.
The only words I’ve ever known
and you’re back where I want you to be
never apart and never away
But I know you are nothing but another
Yesterday.
The only words I’ve ever known
You should’ve been there when
I let you down.
Too many times has never happened.
The only words I’ll ever know
And nobody will love me like your voice does.
Nobody, not even you.
Barack Obama was just elected president.
I wish I was in Chicago right now.
All I have to say is finally.
Happy Election Day.
As a tribute to John Lennon, I’m starting a new series of drawings: The John Lennon Series. From October 9 to December 8, I will be drawing miscellaneous pictures of him, since it’s the most I can do to show my respect. And actually, I just started yesterday, but it’s close enough to October 9, so we’ll just say October 9 to make it that much more meaningful.
Peace and Love.
“I think one of the saddest things in the entire world is a man who is unhappy in his work. Men are motivated by a desire to be successful in their life’s work. I don’t necessarily mean financial success, but rather the kind of satisfaction and fulfilment you get out of doing a job you like and doing it well. It’s a feeling of giving something of yourself to society, to other people, to eternity.”
Three words: The Butcher’s drumstick. I caught The Butcher’s drumstick.
But only after I convinced myself that if I caught it, my aspirations as an accomplished drummer would actually pay off in the distant future.
And I caught it.
Inspiration beyond compare.
The door bell rung.
He cautiously opened it.
“Hel–”
The door slammed shut.
