I took a lot of refuge in my parents record collection when I was growing up. I took notice and loved it initially because they did I think. But it was more than that. The first time I heard John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’, he seemed to be saying something I was already thinking in my overactive child’s mind. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could all just get along. How could things be more important than people? If we didn’t have things, would we be less greedy? Does having things make you want more things? What are wars for? How do they start? And why do they take so long?
I know Mr Lennon had his foibles but his lyrics really spoke to my young confused and curious mind.
You may say I’m a dreamer…
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