I found out, reading Cynthia's book John, that John's Dad released a single in 1965. and found the single on the net.
Wikipedia says: "In My Life" is Lennon's song about his youth in Liverpool. Alf replied to this song by releasing the single, "That's My Life", b/w “The Next Time You Feel Important”, in 1965. After Christmas, in 1965, John was embarrassed to hear that Alf had made a record: "That's My Life (My Love and My Home)", released on 31 December 1965.[40][41] John asked Epstein to do anything he could to stop its release, or becoming a hit. The record never made it into the charts, and was soon forgotten.
So what was he trying to say to John? It sounds like he was telling him that he had the same situation and he did okay and probably never held it against hid own dad. In other words, John should stop complaining and move on? Kind of like the be a man thing the old timers used to always say when baby boomers started in with therapy and the whole I'm Okay, You're Okay movement. At least that's what I get from just reading the two lines of lyrics posted!
I always kinda felt sorry for Freddie Lennon. I know he was a deadbeat dad, but it does sound like the Stanley family (Mimi especially) did their best to keep him away from John (as a "criminal" and "bad influence" to their middle-class boy). Hell, Mimi pretty much managed to keep Julia away from John for his formative years--so you can imagine that the poverty-row Freddie didn't have much of a chance.
Not, I guess, that he much deserved one.
But the story of him trying to move to Australia (or New Zealand) and making the five-year-old (?) John choose between him and Julia (who later sent him back to Mimi) is simply heart-breaking.
Whenever I think of what John might have become without the Beatles, it's hard not to think of Freddie Lennon on the cover of that single.
In all honesty, how much better was John as a father to Julian than Freddie was to him?
No kidding. I think he was worse. Plus all that therapy and whining he did in the seventies really didn't seem to mean anything. It was all about feeling sorry for himself not making amends with the people he had hurt. It's no wonder they call it the Me Generation.
No kidding. I think he was worse. Plus all that therapy and whining he did in the seventies really didn't seem to mean anything. It was all about feeling sorry for himself not making amends with the people he had hurt. It's no wonder they call it the Me Generation.
Spot on. It might be worth adding that John's "primal therapy" course solved nothing; four years after Plastic Ono Band he recorded Walls and Bridges, an even more self-absorbed and not infrequently self-pitying album. "Nobody Loves you (When Your Down and Out)" even outdoes "Working Class Hero" in that regard. As they used to say on Buffy The Vampire Slayer, "Get over yourself."
As they used to say in Buffy The Vampire Slayer, "Get over yourself."
I use that one quite frequently. Most recently with my staunch republican brother! I wonder if anyone ever told John that or something similar. He needed someone to snap him out of all the self pity. I mean, I know he had a hard upbringing and all but there's a time to just let it go and move on. Especially when you have KIDS! Oh well. I guess if he wasn't so self absorbed he wouldn't have created what he did. Sometimes those personality glitches are what drives us.
He needed someone to snap him out of all the self pity. I guess if he wasn't so self absorbed he wouldn't have created what he did. Sometimes those personality glitches are what drives us.
Anger was at the root of it, of course, and faced with the need to channel it in order to write material acceptable to a group, it became the source of a lot of great popular art. On his own, though, his songs became tiresomely self-centered and alarmingly like the diary entries of a recluse, occasional (and disastrous) forays into attempted political commentary excepted. His striking emotional dependence on Yoko probably only made his introversion worse. He did indeed need someone to snap him out of it.