If February 3, 1959 is "the day the music died", then I consider December 8, 1980 as "the day the 60's died".
It felt like with the bullets from Mark David Chapman's gun, the dreams of a generation were shattered. You say you want a revolution? Well, John Lennon may not have wanted to change the world" , but he surely did.
Maybe you won't agree with that thought from my addled brain, but you'll have to admit that one of the great composers and musicians of our time was taken from us far too early.
I remember that I was working on a project in the radio-TV studios at Cal State Fullerton on that Monday night, and I had the Monday Night Football game on in the background. And like millions of others, I got the word from a stunned Howard Cosell.
I was doing an internship at the old KEZY Anaheim when it was a "kick *** rock and roll" station, with its studios on Ball Road at East Street next to the Ganahl Lumber yard.
I remember that everybody who worked there sort of migrated toward the station that night without being asked. We all just went to work...including the likes of the late Dave Foreman, and Rita Wilde, who has been the Program Director at KLOS for many years now. We lined up on-air interviews, made calls to New York, did research, and oh yeah...played Lennon and the Beatles.
A couple of days later, the station sponsored a vigil on the lawn outside...people came with candles and the like, and listened to "Beatles A to Z, as individuals and as a group.
I took part in that, and when I heard "All You Need Is Love", I cried like a baby.