The Peak Seems Closer As You Start To Climb the Hill

We've been listening to the new John Lennon compilation for sale at every Starbucks in the land. It has some strange things on it, together with the biggest hits. And a documentary interlude featuring Sean Lennon singing "With a Little Help From My Friends" for his father, which, despite the fact that it is placed for maximum poignancy, still manages to be maximally pointy. I realized last night, as I was musing on the song "Mother," something that I have known for decades but never registered viscerally, namely the fact that Lennon wasn't even thirty when The Beatles broke up and just a shade over forty when he was murdered. I remember thinking how old he was when I listened to songs from Double Fantasy before he died. Now I realize that he wasn't very old at all.

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