When I was 12 I had a timer for the radio to wake me up for school. At 7 o´clock in the morning the timer went off and my day started with the news. The first message on this decemberday in 1980 was, of course, Lennon´s assasination and I was awakened immediately.
The year before I had started to discover music, starting with a `Best of`-LP of the Beach Boys and the Beatles´ White Album. That someone could have killed John Lennon was outside of my imaginativeness and so I was completely in shock for the following days. I can remember that as if it happened yesterday.
Today my best entrance into the world of art is music, and the foundation for that was build by the four from Liverpool - so I owe this guy a lot. Thanks John, r.i.p.