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DECEMBER 8 1980:  

I remember what the day looked like, what it felt like, and how HOT it was for a December day and then waking up on that Tuesday morning wondering why it was that WNEW playing all Beatles music. That day the season changed from an Indian Summer fall day, to an early winter as it got cold, windy, and rainy and all the leaves blew off of every tree. That morning at work me and my friend and scaffold partner Phil called it an early day and packed up the truck, tied the scaffold off and headed home. The next few days were a blur. By the time the clouds had finally passed a carload of us Jersey kids were on our way   up to Central Park for the Lennon Memorial across from The Dakota. The moment of silence was just ending when we got there and snowflakes started circling down on the somber, and tear-stained faces leaving the park entrances. It was a time I'll never forget, it was almost as memorable a day as a late November only 17 years prior when another one of the great ones was taken away in the same fashion. I was only 8 at the time of that one, but just like the Lennon murder, the Kennedy assassination was another one of those times that will be forever meshed into your brain so that you remember all of the little details about it, even the things that you were thinking about, the kids you were playing with and what you were talking about,where you were when you said things, thought things. Those kind of things cause mass PTSD among us all, and if you were too young to have gone through those other tragedies well then the closest feeling was how you felt during 9/11 

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At home in bed. Saw it on the news the next day, wasn't overly bothered. 7 year old me wasn't a fan.

 

Today 10 years ago, was chatting to some friends online when the news from Ohio broke. That came as a shock.

 

This one hit me pretty hard because I drank with him on New Years Eve 2000. Darrell was just a ridiculously nice person and insanely talented guitarist. 

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I was watching the game and taping some Doors special off of WNEW.  I probably still have the cassettes with the announcement somewhere.  I went to a hippie high school and the next day people were wearing black arm bands and bawling in the newspaper.  I was just moderately sad, but mostly struck by how strange it seemed.

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I was watching the game and taping some Doors special off of WNEW.  I probably still have the cassettes with the announcement somewhere.  I went to a hippie high school and the next day people were wearing black arm bands and bawling in the newspaper.  I was just moderately sad, but mostly struck by how strange it seemed.

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I know exactly where I was. In captivity. The days were dark for me then, mostly humid. I would spend my days waiting for food and possibly even audio stimulation of some sort. Boredom was a constant problem, but I made the days count and enjoyed not having a ton of responsibility back then. On this particular day, I knew my time of being confined to those walls was coming to an end, I just wasn't sure what day it would be. And then, 16 days later...light, freedom, and air. Sweet, sweet air.

 

Sometimes I miss my mother's uterus.

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December the 8th 1980...were you alive yet? Were you a little kid, or were you an adult? What do you remember about that day?

I was in the high school cafeteria (not trying to be funny for once).  I saw a girl walking in from the outside crying.  I asked what was up and she told me John Lennon was shot.  More and more people came around as the news spread I left and walked home.  Mom was sitting in the kitchen crying.  Very sad day.

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I stole this one from a new poster who goes by the name of Roscoe Word, he wrote this in the "Introduce Yourself" thread

 

" Quick story: When John Lennon was shot, I was in college, and we just tuned in to MNF, where Howard Cosell was going on and on about someone who had died, and we didn't know who it was, and then he said John Lennon, and I thought he said Johnny Lam, and I was distraught with grief, thinking that the tandem of Wesley Walker and Johnny Lam Jones will now never be, because Johnny Lam Jones has been shot. When it became evident that it was John Lennon, everyone was crying hysterically, except for me, who was a bit relieved...  I never lived that down. "

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If they were murdered today, who would be mourned like Lennon? I really cant think of anyone other than maybe Jay Z.

Oh I could think of a few right off the bat but would never name them to throw that kind of evil out into the air is being just plain reckless

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I was in the 6th grade.  It was a monday, so I was at the tiny arcade downtown. I was probably hungry, because I'd been spending my lunch money playing Battlezone.  The first 10 kids to hit 80,000 got a t-shirt.   I never won the shirt, because I didn't learn the bounce-backup-shoot trick until the contest ended.

 

Wasn't a big Lennon fan when I was that young, but I grew to feel bad about it as I got older.

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I know exactly where I was. In captivity. The days were dark for me then, mostly humid. I would spend my days waiting for food and possibly even audio stimulation of some sort. Boredom was a constant problem, but I made the days count and enjoyed not having a ton of responsibility back then. On this particular day, I knew my time of being confined to those walls was coming to an end, I just wasn't sure what day it would be. And then, 16 days later...light, freedom, and air. Sweet, sweet air.

 

Sometimes I miss my mother's uterus.

 

This is an incredibly roundabout way to hint to the board to start a Happy Birthday thread for you this year. 

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I know exactly where I was. In captivity. The days were dark for me then, mostly humid. I would spend my days waiting for food and possibly even audio stimulation of some sort. Boredom was a constant problem, but I made the days count and enjoyed not having a ton of responsibility back then. On this particular day, I knew my time of being confined to those walls was coming to an end, I just wasn't sure what day it would be. And then, 16 days later...light, freedom, and air. Sweet, sweet air.

 

Sometimes I miss my mother's uterus.

 

Sometimes I miss your mother's uterus too.

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Was too young.  Didn't know or care, can't recall any of my family knowing or caring either, tbh.  Guess poor folks had bigger fish to dry than crying over John Lennon.

 

Dec. 8th, 1991, though, that was a Dec. 8th that mattered to World History.  I remember where I was that day.

 

Death of a Beatle.....sad and tragic and senseless, but still "just a pop star".  I get it, if David Gilmour was gunned down, even now in his dottering old age, I'd be grief stricken.

 

But at the end of the day, it's still just a pop star.  And so many of the best pop stars die young, one way or another.  RIP Lennon, RIP Dimebag.

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If they were murdered today, who would be mourned like Lennon? I really cant think of anyone other than maybe Jay Z.

I won't put that juju on anyone, but the way it would make news and be handled for someone that influential and important to be murdered in today's society of social media would be much different than 34 years ago. And the immediacy would be crazy too.

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Was too young. Didn't know or care, can't recall any of my family knowing or caring either, tbh. Guess poor folks had bigger fish to dry than crying over John Lennon.

Dec. 8th, 1991, though, that was a Dec. 8th that mattered to World History. I remember where I was that day.

Death of a Beatle.....sad and tragic and senseless, but still "just a pop star". I get it, if David Gilmour was gunned down, even now in his dottering old age, I'd be grief stricken.

But at the end of the day, it's still just a pop star. And so many of the best pop stars die young, one way or another. RIP Lennon, RIP Dimebag.

He wasn't just a Pop Star. He was an agent for world change that has legacy in effect to this very day. David Gilmour and the rest of Floyd are self involved stereotypical pop stars....and this is coming from someone who worshipped that band. Dont piss on something, just to be contrarian. Fame doesn't mean he wasn't a good human being.

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Was only 4 years old, so obviously did not care. The first and only musician/celebrity death to really mean anything to me was MCA.

There's been some huge ones over the past 20 years; Cobain and MJ, but the only two murders that come to mind are Biggie and Pac.

I was pretty busted up when Phil Hartman got killed, and Gatti, but those guys weren't global stars.

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He wasn't just a Pop Star. He was an agent for world change that has legacy in effect to this very day. David Gilmour and the rest of Floyd are self involved stereotypical pop stars....and this is coming from someone who worshipped that band. Dont piss on something, just to be contrarian. Fame doesn't mean he wasn't a good human being.

 

Lol.  "agent for world change", that's some funny sh*t.

 

I'd go on, but I'd prefer to honor Max's "No Politics" rule, and anything more would clearly venture into that arena.

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