It was my birthday yesterday. And as the old cliche goes, I am now officially a year older and none the wiser. Of course, there are people who might want to be nice and say that can’t be true. So, to prove those good hearted folks wrong, here’s a picture of a birthday gift I gave to myself. A helpful background note: This would be the sixth of such gifts to myself. And I’m not even a half decent player.
P.S. This is what I’m currently trying to learn. 🙂
I know, I know. I’ve probably been doing one post too many on John Lennon and The Beatles, but it’s the man’s birthday today, you know. So I had to, nay, really wanted to write this one.
Here was a man who came out of nowhere and formed a band that changed the way the world heard its music. A man who believed in his ideals and ideas. A man who was not afraid to stick his neck out for what he believed in. A man who was at once open as a book and closed as a locked trunk. A man who chose the handshake over the fist. A man who loved peace more than war. A man who was at once vulnerable and witty, loud and introverted, calm and cantankerous. A man who died too early. A man I believe in.
Happy birthday, John.
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