Why Lennon lives on
John Lennon was the voice of a generation, yet now many young people cannot identify a picture of him. A quarter of a century after his death, Sean O'Hagan reassesses the legacy of the world's first modern pop star
Sunday August 14, 2005
The Observer
On the western edge of New York's Central Park, a sun-dappled mosaic circle on the ground contains the single word 'Imagine'. This is the still, calm centre of Strawberry Fields, a rechristened corner of the park that has become a mecca for the curious and the faithful who come daily in a constant stream of murmuring devotion to remember John Lennon, the city's most famous adopted son.
Today, like every day for the last 14 years, the 'Imagine' site is tended by a native New Yorker called Gary, a 41-year-old self-appointed keeper of the Lennon flame in ragged ponytail, baggy shorts and faded Led Zeppelin T-shirt. 'John came to me in my sleep and told me to do it,' he says, when I ask why he has covered the circle with petals. 'I do it every day, man. I've done it with rose petals and leaves. I've done it with pumpkin seeds and pine kernels. One time, when I couldn't get no flowers in the winter, I covered it with bagels and green bananas. I think,' he says, without irony, 'that John would have liked that.'
Gary bids me sit on a nearby park bench beside his wife, who shares his devotion to the late Beatle. 'I'm a hippy, man,' he says, as if that explains everything, even the bagels. 'I used to be a regular guy, watching the Monday night football game, until Howard Cossell came on and told the world John Lennon was dead. It was too much to take in. Then, years later, John visited me in a dream and I've been here every day since.'
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