November 17th, 2010
LENNONYC
Share Your Lennon Story

John Lennon, the rock star, transitioned to Lennon the family man in New York City during the 1970s, finding freedom in the city’s mayhem. Lennon and Yoko Ono moved to New York in 1971 following the breakup of the Beatles. During that time, Lennon wrote honest and poignant songs that spoke to a generation in the midst of political and social upheaval.

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  • Jack Halpin

    Give peace a chance. All you need is love. Ann Arbor ; John Sinclair ; Bed-ins; Sit-ins; Bagism ; Make love not war. Where’d it all go? No one with Lennon’s cujones. MacCartney on an ice floe? I don’t think so. Anyone out there who can come to the fore? After all, it’s been 30 years. Cold Turkey baby. Cold Turkey

  • John Gordon

    John and I met in spring 1969 …I slipped hima songId written ona napkin and he casually looked at it..IT was to become the song Imagine….he then had me secretly pen all of his songs from that point on..and he paid me two billion dolars a year

    signed 6thBeatle

    Clarence

  • MARLON MILLBURN

    you touched my life in the sixtys. i missed you in the seventys. i’ve loved you as a brother ever since that tragic day. I HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES AS I WRITE THIS. I MISS YOU. AND I LOVE YOU. IF THERE IS A HEAVEN I PRAY WE’LL MEET. I THINK OF YOU EVERY DAY. WITH ALL MY LOVE MARLON BROOKS MILLBURN

  • FlamingPieGuy

    First, I want to say that I never met John Lennon…or have I??? Sometimes I think I met the man in my dreams, or if nothing more, I like to think I met the man through his music. In any case, what can I say about John that hasn’t already been said a million different ways??? When I heard we lost him that dreadful day in December all these many years ago now, I didn’t know how to react. It was almost as if I was shot. I truly haven’t been the same since. John was more than a musician and songwriter to me. He was my hero, very nearly my God. All that I have become (both good and bad) is a result of his songs. I truly have tried to live my life as he would have me live it. What else can I say??? I’m sure he would not expect anything in return for the gift he gave us in his music and his life. But..if my words could reach back to him wherever he may be right this minute, I would say to him…’I love you John!!!’ And I’m sure he would say….’Oh, go on, I’m nothing’…and I would say to him….’Yes you are brother, you were the best, man!!!’ I’m sure John would have me say….’Peace and Love!!!’

  • Helen grace

    I have loved John Lennon since high school, in the early 60;s. John was my favorite Beatle, not only because he is a Libra, like myself, but because his music always had LOVE and it was from his heart. My husband was a musician and I was a singer. We played guitar, piano and sang every day. Unfortunately he passed away in 2005, but just like memories of John Lennon, his music lives on in my heart.
    Our children are also musically gifted and absolutely love John Lennon……….even our grandchildren. Just had to share this. John’s music and his love lives on. When I hear my nine year old grandson singing…..All you need is Love………it brings tears to my eyes and makes my heart smile. Thank you forever.
    Helen grace Richardson

  • chas zehner

    I actually did meet John & Yoko at the Nice, Fr., airport in 1972. I was just 21 and had been staying at a youth hostel, where we’d heard that John would be leaving from the next day. He & Yoko had screened a film they made at the Cannes Film Festival. Two of us hitched to the airport, and after several shots of courage at the airport bar, caught up with them as they were making their way to the gate. They stopped and allowed us to take their photo, and I was too awestruck to utter any words (my friend did all the talking). We didn’t see the picture for several weeks (pre digital, yeah?) and when we finally did, you could see in their eyes they were not too pleased to have been bothered by fans at the airport. Such is the life of a super nova. We loved them, yeah, yeah ,yeah…

  • andy

    what would the world be like now if the outcomes of the actions of john david hinckley and mark david chapman were reversed

  • Mary Hyland

    In the spring of 1975, John Lennon arrived in Philadelphia at the behest of Larry Kane, a reporter friend from the band’s touring days, in order to support a local radio station’s annual fund raiser for MS (of which Mr. Kane’s mom had sadly passed). John was happy to accommodate his old friend, especially since it was during his green card days when he was struggling to obtain it. John took Amtrak by himself from NYC to Philly, spent Friday evening through Sunday at radio station WFIL, playing dj for the masses, fund raising and generally wreaking havoc in a funny and sweet way. I listened to this station as a kid and adore the Beatles, so I was there! Late on Saturday, my friend Marian and I managed to get to the front of an array of wooden horses, behind which John would walk around the throng and sign autographs, take money for the charity, say a few words, etc. This was like a dream come true for me and my friend! I had a camera and Marian had a first edition copy of Spaniard in the Works for John to sign. I also had a portfolio under my arm with a drawing I’d done of John and Yoko which I hoped he would autograph. He stopped in front of us and was sweet; Marian gave him the book which he readily signed. She wanted another autograph but didn’t have a piece of paper. That didn’t stop John! He proceeded to scrawl his name up the inside of her arm! Marian turned beet red and declared, “He’s finally holding my hand!” (which he was). John laughed at that while I tried to snap a few photos. Then I managed to remove my drawing and asked if he would autograph it. Ordinarily, I hate asking for such things, but I just couldn’t pass up this opportunity. However, to my horror, he began to write his name clear across Yoko’s face! The first thing that came to my mind, crazily enough, was that John was ruining my drawing! I blurted out, “but look – you’re ruining my picture!” At that, he calmly turned his head to me and drawled, “Let’s not get finicky now.” Well…if a hole could have opened up I would gladly have plunged in, feet first, head first…whatever. I was on the verge of tears and then became angry over how rudely he spoke to me. He walked away, moving on to others in the crowd. My friend looked at me sadly, knowing how badly I felt. All of a sudden I realized John had walked away with my portfolio under his arm…along with my pen and money tucked inside. I ducked under the wooden horse and tried to get over to where he was. Even though he had djs surrounding him, John was all too easily accessible. I tapped him on the shoulder and said, “please, John..you have my portfolio with my money inside.” He looked at me and said, “oh, and that wonderful drawing you did of Yoko and me!” He returned the portfolio and my pen. Of course I felt a million times better, as though he may have for even a millisecond realized he had hurt a fan’s feelings. Well, maybe not, but that throbbing in my head immediately ceased and I was blissful once again! I thanked him and we left the parking lot, overjoyed at having met John Lennon! We stayed up all night talking about it and knew we’d remember that night for the rest of our lives. I have the photos of that evening, my drawing (yes, his name is still scrawled across Yoko’s face) and the pen he carried around with him. I’ll never forget that evening and will always feel lucky to have met such a tremendously talented guy who happened to be in the greatest band that ever walked the planet.

  • Ed Tant

    I saw John Lennon sing “Give Peace a Chance” at a huge antiwar demonstration in New York City in April of 1972. His appearance at the rally was a total surprise for the audience since Lennon was not listed on the rally schedule. It was a chilly and rainy day in the Big Apple, and when Lennon took the microphone he said to the cheering crowd, “It may be raining raindrops on you people, but it’s raining bombs on the Vietnamese.” It was my first trip to New York and it was such a thrill to see John Lennon sing the anthem of the peace movement while the crowd roared. After nearly forty years, I still remember that day as one of the high points of my life.
    ED TANT
    Athens, GA
    http://www.edtant.com

  • James Korpi

    The White Album had John’s best talent! What more can be said?

  • Terry

    John Lennon lost his life on the my twenty-fourth birthday. The incident affected me profoundly. On my 50th, I visited New York for the first time and walked where he walked. His spirit remains with us. His life, his music, his kindness, his spirit continues to affect my world, our world. We should listen; he is still speaking to us!

  • john

    In 2004 I had an exchange student from Uzbekistan. We went out on the highway with a sign that said”think peace” John And Yoko. A pic was given to Yoko and in return she sent me a pic of her and John from the bed ins. Also a dozen pins with the words “IMAGINE PEACE”. Thank you Yoko for keeping Johns memory and message alive. We need men like him with a strong wife now more then ever. Imagine peace

  • Michael Vines

    I was about to cross W. 72 St on the east side of Columbus Ave. in NYC when I had to stop to allow a police car, lights flashing and siren wailing, to pass. Only when I got home and got a call from my brother in St. Louis asking me “What the hell’s going on up there?” did I realize that John Lennon was dying in the back seat of that police car. That was the closest I ever got to him.

  • Marge Evans

    I never met John,but I will say he has had a big influence in my life.I have older brothers,the oldest brother was and still is a major Beatles’ fan.I grew up hearing their music alot.
    I remember the night he got shot,my daughter was 2,my husband wasn’t home. I was shocked! A man of Peace taken out violently. The younger people today cannot possibly know how this felt. It was final,the Beatles would never have a time to reunite and just be together.
    He was just coming back after being Mr.Mom,by his choice. He was not a perfect man and never pretended to be..but he did try to use his success for good for the world. He cared.
    He was a major talent and with his death was also all the death of music he would’ve brought to this world that was and is still so much needed.
    I thank Yoko for loving him so much that she has kept his legacy alive.I hope that his son Julian has forgiven John,I believe they would’ve grown closer with time.
    John’s music should be listened to today,it’s so much needed.

  • Wayne

    I heard a strange story
    That a Walrus was born
    In a small English town
    And his tusks were of the most
    Precious ivory.

    Written in 1980 shortly after hearing of John’s death.

  • joe skyward

    i heard a tony levin interview once (bassist on double fantasy) and when he opened up the case for his SiTCK instrument …..lennon looked at it and said “i dont even wanna hear what that thing sounds like!” he ended up playing it almost exclusively on the yoko songs….

  • Cher C.

    My Lennon story? First year of grad school, waking to an early radio alarm and hearing on the news that Lennon was dead … murdered outside the Dakota. How sad that I never had the chance to see him perform.

    I wonder what he would be giving us all these years later?

  • mike scourby

    I was at the Evening show at the Garden, I never dreamed it would be John’s last show. In November 1980 I was working as a NY Supreme Court Officer at 100 Centre St. In Part 40. I came to work that day, knowing John was killed. I did not know, I and my partners were getting The Chapman arraignment. I had to take custody of John’s killer. John was my hero and here I was protecting the man who ended his life.

  • Aileen Martin

    My parents who immigrated to the United States from Colombia in the early 1960s where big Beatles fans. Throughout my childhood, I remember them singing Spanglish versions of many Beatles songs. I was 9-years-old when John Lennon was murdered. At that time, my father was a NYC cabbie; and on that horrible night, I woke up at around mid-night because I heard my parents crying; I was surprised to see that my father, who was the epitome of Latino machismo, was more upset than my mother. When I asked them what was wrong, my father answered in Spanish: “Mataron a un gran hombre….un hombre que solo queria paz.” [A great man was killed...a man who only wanted peace]. It was a profound moment.

    I became a fan of The Beatles, John Lennon and Paul McCartney later in life. I greatly appreciate all the beautiful music and poetry that John created for the world to enjoy in his short lifetime. There will NEVER be another John Lennon.

  • Cyndy Mitchell

    I am an original beatlemaniac, having stood outside of the Plaza Hotel in NY in February, 1964. I had read about the Beatles and the new wave of music in England in the winter of 1963 in Life Magazine. I was hooked immediately with that first album. I became the expert on all things Beatles. And at the tender age of 13 begged my friend’s mom to take us both to New York to stand (all day mind you) in front of that hotel to get a glimpse of the fab four. From then till this day I will forever be a Beatlemaniac! Love you John for all the joy and great memories you gave me.

  • ken conforth

    Me and Knocky were leaving a midtown pawn shop to cop some heroin in Harlem, We were riding in a little green convertable on west 57st.. I spotted John and Yoko strolling down 57 st. and Knocky pulled over to the curb we just stared and watched ,then John just nodded his head at us, actually acknowledged us . They were both dressed in black . My moment .
    John ,Rest in peace.
    Knocky , Rest in peace.

  • Seamstressguild

    I remember the night he was murdered. I was a sophomore at Frostburg State College in western Maryland. I was walking back to my dorm room from the library. It must have been around 11 p.m. I could hear people shouting “he’s been shot.” My first thought was they meant Ronald Reagan, who had just been elected president, but hadn’t taken office yet. I hadn’t voted for him, and was still feeling guilty for voting for John Anderson.

    So when I heard that someone had been shot, and thought it was Reagan, I had a momentary flash of, “It’s sad he had to die that way, but maybe it’s best for the country if he doesn’t become president.”

    When I found out it was Lennon who had been shot, and that I would spend my young adult years under a Republican president after all, it was a double blow.

  • Steve

    I met him in 1971 leaving a television show taping. He was here in Chicago (with Yoko) to promote a book.

  • RickTNRebel

    I met John sometime between 1971 and late1972 on 7th Ave N, across from my high school, in downtown Nashville, TN. He was coming up (west) to his hotel from the rear of the “Honky-Tonks” on Broadway via “Possum Holler”, the alleyway from the river to 8th ave, between Broad and commerce. He was staying at The James Robertson Hotel on 7th. I was 16 or 17 at the time and worked at the downtown Ramada Inn, where I met Ringo when he appeared on the Johnny Cash Show. It really didn’t seem like a big deal at the time, I was always meeting “stars” at work thru the Cash and Hee-Haw casts and crews.

  • Matt

    I totally agree that John Lennon’s spirit is on the upper west side. That little coffee place around the corner, all those places around the Dakota.

  • Deborah Harris

    love John, thanku for the show. can’t wait to get to heaven to hug John.

  • Brooke Halpin

    I watched Lennon NYC last night and thought it was very well done. It displayed John’s many sides. He was an amazing person. But I must admit it hurt to hear the sirens. I heard the sirens that tragic night of December 8, 1980 when I was staying at a hotel along Central Park. We miss you John.

    (If anyone is interested, my new Beatles quiz book, Do You Really Know The Beatles?, containing 540 questions and answers is available at Amazon.com. Tomorrow never knows, Brooke Halpin)

  • Dennes777

    I remember the One to One Concert tricking my friend, Scott to have me go along because my grandma lived across in Brooklyn. I do remember the tambourines giving out to all. The weeks before the NYC rally Scott & Mark went but I didn’t go due to work.
    When he died I remember the vast sadness all around the NYC metro area. The radio stations told all of us to put our headlights on in honor of Lennon….it was astounding because of every walk of life had them on.

    The night he was shot, I was sitting listen to the radio and heard an obscured track of Day Tripper supposedly recorded by Hendrix & Lennon & though that was odd they were playing. Three hours later, the report came on that Lennon was shot. If you lived at that time and loved RnR you probably to this day feel the heartbreak.

  • Bob Wunderlich

    I may have been one of the last outsiders to see and speak to John. During the Dec. winter of 1980, I was working for my boss who lived in the Dakota. I was fortunate enough to get lost in the building. (which wasn’t difficult to do) I came across two men standing outside an apt door. One had on a bathrobe and the other a suit. I walked over to them and asked them for directions to get back to my bosses apt. The man in the suit studied me a little bit while the man in the bathrobe casually got me going in the right direction.
    Ever get the feeling that you know the person you’re talking with but can’t remember where you met them before?
    All the while the man in the bathrobe was talking to me, I kept thinking, “I know this guy”

    I finally found my way downstairs, ( and drank a cup, and looking up I noticed I was late…Just kidding) and asked my bossman if John Lennon lived here. Because if he did, I just talked to him and didn’t even know it.
    Well, he did live there, I did talk to him and get directions and I was finished for the rest of the day. I had just talked to my idol. I needed to lie down somewhere and soak this in… True story..

  • Steve

    The American Masters documentary was exceptional. I was moved to tears. I am very grateful to the people involved with the movie. Thank you all so very much.

  • Christin Lynch

    At the time I was working for a very famous music management company. I happened to be at my optometrists’ office to pick up my glasses, and in walked John Lennon. I could see him in the mirror and had to do a double take. He came up next to me and started talking to the doctor, who then said, “Oh, you two are both in the music business (yeah, right! This guy must have been as dumb as a shoe!), and introduced us. He smiled and shook my hand and said, “Lovely to meet you.” I said, ‘It’s my pleasure, John.’ (I was thinking: ‘Holy shit it’s John F…ing Lennon! Thanks for changing my life, the world, the direction of music…’) Then I said my good byes quickly, before I started sputtering something stupid – and walked back to my office in a blissful daze.

  • C.D.Taylor

    I saw The Beatles in my hometown in the North of England 47 years ago last Sunday. We queued all night for tickets. The Beatles not only put The North on the map, but validated authenticity as an important and powerful agent of cultural evolution. In 1968 when I was living in Los Angeles, I went to Richie Valens Memorial Night at El Monte Legion Hall. On the bill were may fabled artists, including Rosie – without The Originals. I had to meet her. I told her how much I loved Angel Baby, and that the B Side, Give Me Love, was John Lennon’s favorite single. She hadn’t heard this before, and gave me one of those ” you must be kidding/he must be crazy” looks. If you haven’t already, listen to this track.

  • Bambi

    John Lennon saved my life when the Beatles arrived in America in 1964. I was thirteen and my parents were on the threshold of a terrible divorce. The Beatles were my refuge from all the pain and chaos. John Lennon brought music, laughter, happiness, and the promise that “love is all you need.” I grew up with John Lennon, and I am still heartbroken that a generation of his fans was cruelly deprived of the magic of growing old with him.

  • P. Swire

    I agree with the following comment and wonder why it was deleted from your site!

    GIMME SOME TRUTH says:
    November 22, 2010 at 5:10 pm
    As an arts critic, my opinion about this film is published
    elsewhere. But as a John Lennon fan who had the pleasure of
    meeting and getting to know him, I must say that although this is
    a fairly well produced work of fiction, it takes an unintentional
    pratfall as a documentary. Ms Ono’s odd determination to rewrite
    history, giving herself the starring role, of course, could be
    just another joke made about the woman whose very name means bad
    news in popular culture. But this PBS co-production raises hopes
    of a definitive account of the New York years. It also cuts those
    close to her late husband. Neither Paul McCartney nor Ringo Starr
    participated in this film. With the exception of some craftily
    edited quotes, also missing is May Pang, John’s longtime lover and
    the one who encouraged a reunion with his (also missing) elder
    son, Julian, during the 18 months the couple lived together. By
    painting over the cracks in the Lennon/Ono marriage, it drops that
    often called “Lost Weekend” when John Lennon enjoyed his most
    successful and prolific period since the breakup of the Beatles.
    Times are tough, but shame on you, PBS.

  • Kathy Russell

    Very few artists cut to the core of the human soul. All his pain, his genius, his passion went into art. For those sacrifices the entire world should be grateful, for through him some of the most insightful music came to us. He played Central Park years ago and the City was abuzz. On her way home, a friend walking down the street noticed a piece of paper on the sidewalk. What she picked up was John Lennon’s autograph. How in such a vast venue would she ever find the rightful owner, whose elation was dashed for certain. Knowing I was a Lennon aficionado gave me the autograph. In my hand I held the energy of Lennon. He had enough for everyone.

  • Steve Grob

    Like many, I learned of John’s death while watching Monday Night Football. In the days that followed there was a lot of media coverage, shots of people gathering at the Dakota and the like. I remember my dad saying that this response was bigger than that which followed the death of Elvis a few years earlier. It clearly took him by surprise. He asked why this was. I said it was because Elvis was a performer, and that John Lennon was an artist. That may have been part of it, but as this documentary shows so very well, and the comments here echo, John gave of himself throughout.
    “And in the end,
    The love you take
    Is equal to
    You make.”

  • dany lynen

    i have just finished watching this wonderful program! how does one express the love felt for the fab 4! since before Ed Sullivan I already had Beatles records! How does a human being deal with getting so much love and joy in childhood and adulthood with, such wonderful music that made my life worth living!!! Something that will be with me till my death. How can I go thru this pain! everyday! John is in a better place! we who live here must deal with this pain!! Everyday!!! It now is going on 30 years since that terrible night. I only can say that i thank my beloved fab4 and john for the music to console and give me joy and hope to go on and, help me to go on living. We must remember that with getting and feeling so much love, sadness and tears will also be great!! You cannot have great happiness without overwhelming sadness!! They go together!!!!

    Dany Lynen
    a man who loved john and his fabs all his life!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Melanthe Alexian

    From 1975 to 1993 I was an announcer-programmer (don’t ever call us ‘disk jockeys’) at alternative station WQAX cable stereo 100.3 in Bloomington, Indiana. At about 10:50 that night I was in the middle of making John and Yoko dolls for something else I was doing. I took a break and wandered into the front room where my mom was watching local tv just in time to see Mike Aherne of WRTV flash a picture of John on the screen and say “there’s blood all over – we’re doing the best we can.” We started flipping channels and a minute later a crawler came across the bottom of the screen saying “John Lennon was shot to death…”

    There was supposed to be someone on WQAX from 11-2 but when I called Jenny Batz was just closing down at 11 and there was no one to follow her. She said she would try to get hold of the station manager, to no avail.

    I tuned in to local stations, then pulled in WABC and a few others on my Hallicrafters S38 and rolled tape. I still have the tapes. I was up all night and the next day. The following year I held my first official Lennon special. From 11 p.m. to 2 a.m. Dec. 8/9 I played music, interviews, and my DX airchecks. I collected more material and did this for ten years, until Yoko asked that we celebrate John’s life, so I changed the special to his birthday. On October 9, 1990 WQAX participated in the “Imagine All the People” event, where every station in the world was supposed to play Imagine, and Yoko addressed the United Nations.

    I never knew how many people were listening. It was just my contribution in memory of John, for his family, and for peace.

  • Mike N

    Christin, You nailed it for me…exactly what I would have thought!

  • Laura

    I remember hearing the news on the radio one snowy night, just as I was putting on my heavy coat to walk to the bus station to take a Christmas trip to Manitoba with my then boyfriend. I sat on the bed, shocked. I cried, of course, and almost missed the bus. The 30 hour bus trip was a nightmare of memories of growing up singing Beatle’s songs, wearing the Beatle’s wig, watching the Beatle’s cartoon (before Yellow Submarine – I wonder what happened to those episodes?). I have to admit, I did not buy John’s albums at that period, but I heard a lot on the radio, and always said, yep, he’s still got it, and it was all the things he wanted to say in the Beatle’s but couldn’t…and for the past 5 years I have become a die hard fan of his “solo”career, and I don’t care what anyone says, as a knee-jerk reaction about Yoko – she was also my hero, even if their marriage was rocky, well take a look around and see how many marriages were rocky? And in the end they were always together , near or far, never apart, even when he was with May. I have pored the pages of the released documents from the FBI and other investigations, and there is no doubt in my mind that his coming out of “retirement” and going back to record was a threat still to those in Gov’t..and I truly believe there was a second gunman in the open service door across from the main entrance – there was a bullet hole in the glass door, which could not possibly have come from the angle Chapman was standing at, unless it did a magical 90 degree turn in mid-flight. I am not saying Chapman is not guilty, just saying there was possibly a frame-up and brainwashing of a mentally unstable man as a fall guy. If you listen carefully to the lyrics of “Number 9 dream”, really listen, you may hear what I hear about the scenario – “someone called out my name – as it started to rain – two spirits dancing; so strange” , and more. “Music touching my soul, something warm sudden cold, the spirit dance was unfolding” I can only surmise that it was a clairvoyant dream or message. He was always afraid , and knew, that he would be killed. Listen to the words of “I’m Scared”. Yoko and he were not always in a blissful cloud 9 ( (No pun) but she was with him through the entire long process when he was being harassed by immigration and everything else. Listen to “Isolation”. That’s all but I could go on and on – I just wonder if anyone else has made any of these (admittedly sketchy) connections? Peace, Love, and Bed.

  • Michael

    I heard the following story, but I’m not sure if it’s true:

    A guy is walking in NYC, somewhere on the Upper West Side, and not looking where he’s going. He bumps into someone and says “Fuck you!”

    It happens to be John Lennon, who says “Fuck you!”

    The guy is stunned with whom he just bumped into and cursed at. Lennon continues.

    “My songs are played everywhere around the world every day. Fuck you!”

  • Marian Moore

    I meet John at the Helping Hand Charity event in 1975 with my friend Mary. First he signed my book that he wrote “A Spaniard in the Works”, then he held my hand as he autographed my arm. Later, as my friend and I waited for him to make his rounds again, he made a comment about recognizing some people as he looked at me. He asked for donations for the charity event and stated that he would give a copy of his record “Mind Games” in return. I told him I was a charity case. He asked how much money I had on me and I told him 35 cents. He gave me the record and autographed that as well. I had a sketch that I drew of him but I’m not sure whether or not he took this or I forgot to give it to him. I no longer have the sketch and don’t remember what happened to it. I remember he autographed my friend’s sketch but she wasn’t happy about where he signed it.

    I seem to remember john offering to kiss fans for donations. Since I really didn’t have any cash on hand, I wasn’t able to participate.

  • Nick

    I had just gotten out of the Air Force about a month before Dec 8, 1980 and was back in Ozone Park, Queens, NY.

    Me and a few friends took the subway into Manhattan to watch the Christmas tree lighting that night at 30 Rock.
    It was an unusually warm night for December, about 60-65 degrees.

    After the lighting we were sitting in front of the Exxon Building (at the time) on 6th Ave and I said to my friend,
    “Wouldn’t it be great if John Lennon went walking by right now!”

    When I got home a couple of hours later my father told me that John had been killed.
    I could not believe it and was devastated.

    I now live in Phoenix, AZ and on John’s 70th birthday on Oct 9, 2010, I attended the local Musical Instrument Museum’s (http://mim.org/) tribute to John Lennon that day. It was especially sad for me since Oct 9 is my sister Rosemary’s birthday who died in 2009.

  • James Jacob Prasch

    As a lifelong fan with a grandmother from Liverpool, I only spoke with John briefly once outside the Dakota a few weeks before his murder when the Double Fantasy albuim had been released and I just returned to NY from Israel for a while. I saw him one more time after that on West 72nd street. I recall walking up to the Dakota the night he was killed and was devastated. When I had seen him at The One To One concert I was a campus radical on the same page with him politically. By the time I actually touched base with him I had become a Christian and sent a gift set of The Chronicles of Narnia to him for what was to be his last birthday. Although a New Yorker myself, I presently live in Surrey, England in the London suburbs not far from both John’s Ascott home and Weybridge, where he lived during the hew day of The Beatles. When ever I drive past his former estate at Sunnyvale in Ascott (later owned by Ringo Star), I still remember John most fondly and hope he read The Chronicles of Narnia. I once met and spoke with his first wife Cynthia in London at a theme restaraunt called ‘Lennons’. His brutal assasination was tragedy that still hasunts me to this day.

  • Michael Lambert

    I was walking down Columbus Ave on the first nice spring day of 1975 or 76. I saw someone walking towards me from down the street. As we approached each other I saw it was two people, John and Yoko. They were just strolling, enjoying the day. We smiled at each other as we passed. I turned around to look back just as John turned to look at me. I said, “John, thank you.”

    He smiled and waved.

    I like to think I thanked him for you too.

    Just finished watching the documentary and I am totally in tears. Thirty-two years later and it might just as well have been last night.

Salinger

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