Sunday, October 09, 2011
Happy birthday John Lennon! You would have been 71 years old - you were in the same generation as my father so I guess he would never have made you one of his musical idols. That man is strictly in the Frank Sinatra-Bing Crosby-Nat King Cole mode. I'm glad to say I followed your music even before the Internet made the musical landscape a virtual gobbledygook or a wonderful kaleidoscope of invention, depending on your place in the spectrum.
I would have wanted to post "Imagine," your most popular post-Beatles song, but that piece of cream puff has been suborned by the overly-romantic who look upon the ideal but do not think about the details in getting there. (Parenthetical thought: such cynicism! and coming back with a timely vengeance, I should say!) "God," however, is downright self-indulgent and thus almost offensive to those with narrow minds, while "Mother" is even more treacly and sentimental (and since my parents gave me a different upbringing, good for me!). So I choose this song, which is fitting since we're all slaves to the grindwheel called Necessity.
Someday they will call us salt of the earth.