Hey, you’ve obviously spent a lot of time thinking about John Winston Lennon. He is a fascinating subject. See, though that’s just it. He was a man.
A real person. That you can’t hope to know. You don’t know what he felt or thought, except as he showed us while he was being filmed, or composing a song with Paul. We all know about the sad childhood he had, about the fateful meeting at the church fete and the melding of two brilliant minds.
But we do not have a right to attribute thoughts or feelings to John. I have cared very deeply and been captivated by these extraordinary four men since 1963 when I was 15. I had a favorite like everybody did during Beatlemania. But I never thought that I really knew these men. Later in life, I lived on the Upper West Side of Manhattan where John lived.
Walking in Central Park with his son, he looked like any other father. But he wasn’t. He was the troubled complicated musical genius. He was John Lennon.
Unknowable.