Like millions of others, this is how I found out:
It was the end of the innocence for me.
I was a freshman in high school and had been a Beatles freak for as long as I could remember. I was in bed at the time but not asleep, and I could hear my older brothers and my father watching MNF in the room below me. I heard the commotion over the news and got up to try and figure out what was going on. None of it made sense to me, and I remember going to sleep with the notion that maybe they were wrong about him being dead and that they would be able to revive him somehow by the time I woke up.Probably found out via Cosell but dont' recall. What I do remember is my high school biology teacher tried starting class and was too broken up to speak. He jumped up on the lab table & talked to us as peers about his life what music meant to him and how it contributed to him teaching biology. Most memorable 45 minutes of high school by a lot.
Like millions of others, this is how I found out:
It was the end of the innocence for me.
Delivered just like a doctor giving a patient bad news. Just tell/say it like it is. I respect that.I love how Cosell didn't want to say but when Gifford said we have to Cosell says okay I'll get in after the next play and then delivers is unhesitantly in that staccato delivery of his.
I was in a TV room at my dorm watching the game. Remember it like it was yesterday. You were lucky to have a TV in your dorm.I was in my room at Fairfield U watching the game. I grew up in a house with 3 musician brothers who worshipped the Beatles. It was a body blow for sure. Lots of guys in my dorm didn't get it.
I was in my dorm room at Trinity when they broke into the evening programming to announce it. I immediately called my grandfather, who lived on the south side of West 72d Street. Lennon's building, the Dakota, was directly across the street on the north side of 72nd Street. He was looking out the window at the gathering of police and other first responders. He had heard the shot and knew within minutes it was someone important by the number of first responders on the scene.
Yep. Black and white. I think it was Sylvania. And we got great reception and all of the NYC stations.I was in a TV room at my dorm watching the game. Remember it like it was yesterday. You were lucky to have a TV in your dorm.
I had a tiny black and white in my bedroom at home that I shared with my older brother. We jury-rigged the antenna with metal coat hangers that we strung together so they would reach one of our beds, and one of us would hold it while we watched so we would get better reception. Particularly for Soap, whatever channel that was on. My stepmother was a born-again Christian and the Catholic Transcript had condemned that show so she forbade us from watching it on the house TV.Yep. Black and white. I think it was Sylvania. And we got great reception and all of the NYC stations.
There has long been a theory that they unlocked the DNA for the "happiness gene" in music. It is absolutely uncanny how durable that catalogue is.I've always been a Beatles fan. When my daughter was 5, I had my iPod on shuffle. Maybe 4,000 songs. A Beatles song came on and she goes "Dad, who sings this?" and I told her and she said "I like them. They're good."
It blew me away that there was something that hit a 5 year old's ears that caused her to want to know more about them. She had a little Beatles phase after that and one weekend later that year, we went to see Rain (Beatles tribute on Broadway) and she asked if we could go to the Strawberry Fields spot in Central Park. I then took her to the Dakota and told her the story of what happened. She was probably just 6 at the time. We talked about that today and it still was memorable for her.
Long story less long, they touched people. Still do.
There has long been a theory that they unlocked the DNA for the "happiness gene" in music. It is absolutely uncanny how durable that catalogue is.
I has worked on me since I was a kid, and it worked on my kids without me even trying. They each can pick out the Beatles (and the Band) anywhere, anytime, and they will instinctively start singing along.
Playing the Beatles to a 20-something these days might not be an earth-shattering experience, but it's always amazing to me how their fingerprints are on so much of the music that followed them. There are so many Beatles songs touching so many different sounds that you would absolutely be forgiven if you thought you were hearing some new indie band rather than something from 50 years ago.
I agree. My 26 year old son knows more about the Beatles and all their songs than 99% of the people who describe themselves as fans of them during their time including me. The Beatles and in particular JL transcend time and generations.Don’t be so sure about the 20-somethings.
My oldest is 21 and listens to and knows all the stuff that the other basic 21 year olds listen to, but her bedroom wall is literally plastered with Beatles photos, she has a bunch more in her apartment at school and she reveres them; and so does my 19 year old, whom I brought to see Paul McCartney at MSG a couple years ago. When she told me that seeing him play ”Hey Jude” was the happiest moment of her life, well, it made me very happy. Still does. Otherwise she mostly listens to rap and hip hop and loves Mac Miller (and turned me on to him).
A bit before my time to have an impact and I was more of Stones/Zeppelin guy than a Beatles guy...... and Harrison was my favorite of the Beatles, but yeah, you could tell it had an impact on plenty of people. I was young enough to not understand being shot at the Dakota and then seeing pictures of NYC. I was expecting Rushmore.
For people my age, I'm guessing Cobain or Princess Di were probably the deaths that shocked the world and made it stand still. MJ was a huge story too but his demise was somewhat predictable.