Living is Easy with Eyes Closed, Misunderstanding All You See
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By Caitlin Hawke
I am going to keep it simple today. December 8th is seared into many a New Yorkers' mind. I got a chill looking at the front page above. The GOP was prepping a transition to the White House. There were Russian hijinks on the international stage. A man was shot in New York City.
John Lennon. Gunned down outside the Dakota. If you were a New Yorker, you can't forget it. If you weren't yet a New Yorker, you know exactly where you were when you heard the news 37 years ago. It doesn't matter. We were all New Yorkers that day.
I don't want to get too heavy. But we still need elegies in the face of senseless violence. I am reminded of a statistic I read in the paper: since the song below was written in '68 we've lost more Americans to gun violence than to the battlefields of all the wars in our history. Then again I suppose it's all in how you define "battlefield."
In remembrance of 12/8/80, I offer up an extremely rare gem: Clydie King and her husband Elston Gunn (aka Blind Boy Grunt, aka Robert Zimmerman) covering Dion's 1968 hit "Abraham, Martin and John" by Dick Holler. A stripped down, harmonic, elegiac duet. I mean for it to stop us all in our tracks.
On this raw day, thirty seven years late, I give you a power couple and a song I dedicate to the memory of a long lost neighbor.
Roll on, John.
[If you are reading this post in an email subscription, to load the video you'll need to click on the photo or go directly to the blog page.]
I am going to keep it simple today. December 8th is seared into many a New Yorkers' mind. I got a chill looking at the front page above. The GOP was prepping a transition to the White House. There were Russian hijinks on the international stage. A man was shot in New York City.
John Lennon. Gunned down outside the Dakota. If you were a New Yorker, you can't forget it. If you weren't yet a New Yorker, you know exactly where you were when you heard the news 37 years ago. It doesn't matter. We were all New Yorkers that day.
I don't want to get too heavy. But we still need elegies in the face of senseless violence. I am reminded of a statistic I read in the paper: since the song below was written in '68 we've lost more Americans to gun violence than to the battlefields of all the wars in our history. Then again I suppose it's all in how you define "battlefield."
In remembrance of 12/8/80, I offer up an extremely rare gem: Clydie King and her husband Elston Gunn (aka Blind Boy Grunt, aka Robert Zimmerman) covering Dion's 1968 hit "Abraham, Martin and John" by Dick Holler. A stripped down, harmonic, elegiac duet. I mean for it to stop us all in our tracks.
On this raw day, thirty seven years late, I give you a power couple and a song I dedicate to the memory of a long lost neighbor.
Roll on, John.
[If you are reading this post in an email subscription, to load the video you'll need to click on the photo or go directly to the blog page.]
Clydie King and her husband Bob Dylan in a rare duet at the piano bench
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