30 anos sem John Lennon

Outro dia eu me derreti aqui por Sir Paul MacCartney e suas lindas canções.
Agora, já que ele não faz mais shows, somos lembrados de John, pelo aniversário dos 30 anos de sua morte.
A tragédia desfechada em 4 tiros covardes, aconteceu em frente ao gótico, sinistro e lindíssimo (tanto quanto caro) Edifício Dakota, endereço do ex Beatle e de Yoko Ono em Nova Iorque (onde John inistiu em morar apesar de ficar por "décadas" lutando contra o governo estadounidense que o ameçou várias vezes de extradição, coisas maccartistas ainda nos anos 70, fundamentada em sua veemente oposição à Guerra do Vietnã).
O ex Beatle passeava perto de casa quando trombou com essa mala que ainda respira o ar da Terra, Mark David Chapman, então com 25 anos (depois condenado à prisão perpétua). Mark Chapman disparou cinco tiros de um revólver calibre 38 contra John e "só" acertou quatro. John morreu logo após chegar ao hospital. Chapman foi preso no mesmo dia e mantido isolado pela polícia, que temia que fãs de Lennon o matassem.
Se dizia fã, tinha ido no prédio ver o ídolo várias vezes e, horas antes, conseguiu um autógrafo no último álbum em vida de John, que acabara de ser lançado, o Double Fantasy.
Chocante e comovente. Lennon completara 40 anos e, na época, não badalava nem estava muito exposto. Dedicava-se ao ocultismo e à alimentação macrobiótica. Mas, depois de cinco anos de silêncio, ensaiava a retomada de sua carreira com o disco Double Fantasy, no qual cantava suas esperanças.
Descança em paz! Continua vivo cada vez que escutamos as pérolas deles!
Fique com essa:
"Norwegian Wood"
I once had a girl
Or should I say
She once had me
She showed me her room
Isn't it good?
Norwegian Wood
She asked me to stay
And she told me to sit anywhere
So I looked around and I noticed
There wasn't a chair
I sat on a rug biding my time
Drinking her wine
We talked until two
And then she said:
"It's time for bed"
She told me she worked in the morning
And started to laugh
I told her I didn't
And crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke
I was alone, this bird has flown
So I lit a fire
Isn't it good?
Norwegian Wood

Lennon e MacCartney

(e vai aí "histórias" dessa letra da wikipedia:
Lyrics
McCartney said the final line of the song indicates that the singer burned the home of the girl:

Peter Asher [brother of McCartney's then-girlfriend Jane Asher] had his room done out in wood, a lot of people were decorating their places in wood. Norwegian wood. It was pine, really, cheap pine. But it's not as good a title, "Cheap Pine", baby. So it was a little parody really on those kind of girls who when you'd go to their flat there would be a lot of Norwegian wood. It was completely imaginary from my point of view but in John's it was based on an affair he had. This wasn't the decor of someone's house, we made that up. So she makes him sleep in the bath and then finally in the last verse I had this idea to set the Norwegian wood on fire as revenge, so we did it very tongue in cheek. She led him on, then said, "You'd better sleep in the bath." In our world the guy had to have some sort of revenge ... so it meant I burned the fucking place down ....[1]
This exchange took place in a press conference in Los Angeles on 24 August 1966:

Reporter: I'd like to direct this question to messrs. Lennon and McCartney. In a recent article, Time magazine put down pop music. And they referred to "Day Tripper" as being about a prostitute...
Paul: Oh yeah.
Reporter: ...and "Norwegian Wood" as being about a lesbian.
Paul: Oh yeah.
Reporter: I just wanted to know what your intent was when you wrote it, and what your feeling is about the Time magazine criticism of the music that is being written today.
Paul: We were just trying to write songs about prostitutes and lesbians, that's all.[5]
[edit] Inspiration for the song
The song was apparently inspired by Lennon's extramarital flings. Ironically, he wrote it while he was on a holiday with his wife, Cynthia, at St. Moritz in the Swiss Alps. They were joined by The Beatles' producer George Martin, who had injured himself early in the holiday, and his wife. Martin recalled:

It was during this time that John was writing songs for Rubber Soul, and one of the songs he composed in the hotel bedroom, while we were all gathered around, nursing my broken foot, was a little ditty he would play to me on his acoustic guitar. The song was "Norwegian Wood".[citation needed]
Martin referred to the words as "a very bitter little story".[6]

Lennon said of the song: "I was trying to write about an affair, so it was very gobbledegooky. I was trying to write about an affair without letting my wife know I was having one. I was sort of writing from my experiences ... girls' flats, things like that." He also said:

"Norwegian Wood" is my song completely. It was about an affair I was having. I was very careful and paranoid because I didn't want my wife, Cyn, to know that there really was something going on outside of the household. I'd always had some kind of affairs going on, so I was trying to be sophisticated in writing about an affair. But in such a smoke-screen way that you couldn't tell. But I can't remember any specific woman it had to do with.[7]
Lennon's friend Pete Shotton speculated that the woman in question was a journalist of their acquaintance (possibly Maureen Cleave)[6]; however, Cleave says that in all her encounters with Lennon there was "no pass".[8] Many[who?] also believed that Norwegian Wood was a play on the phrase "knowing she would," which gives more to the story of the affair or a one-night stand.

Writer Philip Norman has claimed in his 2008 biography of Lennon that the inspiration for the song was Sonny Drane, the first wife of Beatles photographer, Robert Freeman. Freeman’s wife was a German-born model who became successful after her husband featured her in the inaugural Pirelli Calendar in 1964.[9]