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Old Jul 01, 2011, 02:21 PM   #1
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source: http://groovyrick.wordpress.com/2010...-lennon-again/

Found this awesome account of John meeting Brian Wilson from the Beach Boys. It reminded me of a rather recent interview with Brian where he mentioned he never met John. Yikes, but it makes sense (poor Brian).



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“I was sitting backstage after the 1974 Grammys with Bernie Taupin (Elton John’s lyricist) and John Lennon. This was when Brian was really having some mental issues. During the course of the conversation, I kept seeing Brian out of the corner of my eye, just kind of staring at us from different angles. Finally, he came up to the table, bent down and whispered in my ear ‘Hey Alice, introduce me to John Lennon.’ I couldn’t BELIEVE that these two men had never met! They were virtually neck and neck in the 60’s as the greatest bands on the planet, and I’m SURE they must have crossed paths at some point. But then I thought to myself, ‘Wow, if they REALLY have never met, I’m going to be the one to introduce them and become a part of rock history!’ So I merely said, ‘Brian Wilson, this is John Lennon. John Lennon, this is Brian Wilson.’ Lennon was very cordial and polite, saying things like ‘Hello Brian, I’ve always wanted to meet you. I’ve always admired your work, and Paul and I considered Pet Sounds one of the best albums ever made.’ Brian thanked him and walked away, at which point Lennon went right back to his conversation like nothing had happened. About ten minutes later, Brian came by our table again, leaned down and whispered something to Bernie, and all of a sudden, Bernie was saying ‘Brian Wilson, this is John Lennon. John Lennon, Brian Wilson.’ Lennon was just as cordial and polite as the first time, saying essentially the same thing about always wanting to meet him. As soon as Brian walked away, John looked at both of us and casually said in his typical Liverpudlian accent, ‘I’ve met him hundreds of times. He’s not well, you know.’”
How nice of John to be so patient and understanding towards Brian. I really enjoy reading things like this because John certainly had a very kind, highly considerate side to his multi-faceted personality.

Does anyone have any other accounts they'd like to share?
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Brian was way more of a Paul fan. I think it's because the two had a very mutual respect for one another, whereas John wasn't all that fanatical over Brian's group as Paul was. I remember reading a comment from Brian in one of the mags that came out for John's 70th commemoration. He said something about how much he adored John's voice and considered "Across The Universe" one of the greatest songs ever written.

And then he said he wished he had met John.
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What a great story!! Ah, the life of rock legends...

Anyway, I found this May Pang quote posted on another forum:

"I don't remember Brian hanging out with us that much. Brian, we saw a couple of times. We saw him once at this birthday party…in fact, that was the first time that we had seen him. I think it was for Ricky Martin - I'm talking about Dean Martin's son - it was like his 18th birthday or something. I remember seeing this guy - and this was at a time when he was really heavy - and I saw him coming towards us and went, "Oh my god". And I whispered under my breath, as I did quite often with John, "The man that's about to come over to us is Brian Wilson. Remember, we saw Dennis Wilson, his brother, the other day? This is Brian…Beach Boy". And John turned around and he was like, "Ohhh". Just as Brian was about to speak, John spun around and said, "Hi Brian". And you could see this look in Brian's eyes as he said, "Hey man, you have any reds?" John looked at him and said, "Don't do that stuff, sorry man". And he walked away. That's where Brian was at that moment in time. "
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still has a bad memory, eh.

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What a great story!! Ah, the life of rock legends...

Anyway, I found this May Pang quote posted on another forum:

"I don't remember Brian hanging out with us that much. Brian, we saw a couple of times. We saw him once at this birthday party…in fact, that was the first time that we had seen him. I think it was for Ricky Martin - I'm talking about Dean Martin's son - it was like his 18th birthday or something. I remember seeing this guy - and this was at a time when he was really heavy - and I saw him coming towards us and went, "Oh my god". And I whispered under my breath, as I did quite often with John, "The man that's about to come over to us is Brian Wilson. Remember, we saw Dennis Wilson, his brother, the other day? This is Brian…Beach Boy". And John turned around and he was like, "Ohhh". Just as Brian was about to speak, John spun around and said, "Hi Brian". And you could see this look in Brian's eyes as he said, "Hey man, you have any reds?" John looked at him and said, "Don't do that stuff, sorry man". And he walked away. That's where Brian was at that moment in time. "
Wow, thank you for that. Brian went through some very hard times. Poor guy. I recall reading once that his two daughters Carnie and Wendy were backstage at one of his shows and he didn't recognize them as his children. Someone finally pointed out they were his daughters and he said something like, "I should have known the fat one would be one of mine."
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Check it out! A fan encounter with John in 1974!!! And a pretty awesome one at that!

Source: http://www.paperbacknovel.com/Music/..._years_ago.htm

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34 Years Ago Today...
Meeting John Lennon


By Jonathan Wolpert

I was dreaming of the past..........

17 November 1974, I met John Lennon. It remains one of the greatest thrills of my life.

I was 16. The Beatles were my first musical love and Lennon was my favorite Beatle. Loved his solo work as well -- John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band (aka the Mother album) as much as I enjoyed the Beatles.

I loved the music of Lennon as well as his persona.

My dad used to bring home the late edition of the NY Post. Before turning to Sports, I used to look at Earl Wilson's column as he would sometimes have photos of hot looking women. One night, he wrote that John Lennon would be appearing at the opening of the play Sgt Pepper at the Beacon theatre on Nov 17, 1974 (not to be confused with the film of the same name).

My mother was kind enough to take the train from Long Island to the Beacon in NYC to secure me two tix for opening night. Once I had tix in hand, I put together a petition for Lennon. This was when the US was trying to deport him. I spent two weekends at a mall and an additional weekend at a shopping center and secured in excess of 2000 signatures.


My friend Howie and I arrived at the Beacon on opening night. I introduced myself to a young Ron Delsner (the promoter) and he told me I could wait in front of the rope for Lennon to arrive so I could present the petition. As celebs arrived, I asked them to sign it as well: Bianca Jagger, David Johanssen, Johnny Winter, Rick Derringer, Edgar Winter and even Yoko Ono. Yoko was separated from John - at the time, I was surprised to see her. She thanked me for my efforts.

When Lennon arrived, the fans mobbed him. It was insane and I didn't get anywhere near him. After 20 minutes, Delsner took me to Lennon's seat (about 10th row aisle in orchestra). My friend Howie took two quick pics of John and was told to stop -- there were to be no photographs.

I had it in my mind not to mention the "B" word. This was four years after the Beatles broke up and there was still quite a bit of tension. I presented the petition to John - it was titled "help Keep John Lennon in America". He thanked me - seemed very genuine. I wished him good luck with his efforts to getting a green card. I congratulated him on the success of his then new "Walls and Bridges" album.

A rep from his company gave me a "Listen to the Badge" promo button. He was with May Pang. Finally I asked "when is Look Back coming out" - He said "What's Look Back" - I said "your oldies album" to which he responded "oh, it will be out in January. It's called Rock and Roll". Then he leaned over closer and thanked me again for the petition - how much it meant to him and how badly he wished to stay in the US.
The only awkward moment came when my friend Howie had the following exchange with Lennon:

Howie: Beatle John, Beatle John
(i was cringing)
Lennon: yeah?
Howie: where's Pete Best? (Best was original drummer tossed out in favor of Ringo)
Lennon: (peering at Howie above his eyeglasses) eh, he's backstage -- why don't you go look for him!

I loved his response. It was as if he said "hey kid, go play in traffic."

Howie also walked up to Bianca Jagger and said "your husband's gay". This was 1974 and Mick had just started wearing eye make-up..

The play was not memorable. Took the LIRR home and couldn't sleep at all that night.

Subsequently, I met Paul, George twice and Ringo three times. But nothing was like meeting Lennon......

Last year, the documentary The United States of America vs. John Lennon came out. Near the end, upon receiving is green card - he looks at the camera and says "I'd like to thank everyone who supported me - and all the kids that went around with petitions and speaking up on my behalf" I know he was talking about thousands of us, but I also felt he was talking directly to me......
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that is a cool story.

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I know!

But I got a kick out of this exchange:

Howie Beatle John, Beatle John
(i was cringing)
Lennon: yeah?
Howie: where's Pete Best? (Best was original drummer tossed out in favor of Ringo)
Lennon: (peering at Howie above his eyeglasses) eh, he's backstage -- why don't you go look for him!

Who goes up to an ex-Beatle, let alone John Lennon, and calls them "Beatle John?" Ding dong much?
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Omg, Howie was a huge dork! How embarrassing!

But that was a great story, with cool unseen (by me, at least) fan photos. I remember that day, actually... I wasn't in New York at the time, of course, but I remember watching the news and I thought it was the coolest thing ever that John was at the premiere of the play! How badly I wanted to be there... I was jealous of my friend Lisa who lived in Brooklyn! (She wasn't there either... but she could have been! )
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Omg, Howie was a huge dork! How embarrassing!

But that was a great story, with cool unseen (by me, at least) fan photos. I remember that day, actually... I wasn't in New York at the time, of course, but I remember watching the news and I thought it was the coolest thing ever that John was at the premiere of the play! How badly I wanted to be there... I was jealous of my friend Lisa who lived in Brooklyn! (She wasn't there either... but she could have been! )
Well I am jealous of you and Lisa for both being alive when John Lennon was attending random Beatles events. Ugh...
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I think I posted this story in another thread (do we have a "Fan Meetings" thread? lol ~ I feel like wallrus59 and can't keep up with all our mad postings!)... in any case, I think it fits in this thread.
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I was fifteen years old when I first went to the Dakota in February 1979, and I was filled with a mixture of terror and excitement over the prospect of seeing John. Since it was just a few days after Yoko’s birthday, I brought her a plant with purple flowers.

It was an icy-cold, blustery day, and I was accompanied by my 19-year old pen pal, Brenda, from Minnesota, who seemed like an adult to me, and a pen pal of hers, Cynthia. It was so bitterly cold that every part of my body was either stinging from near-frostbite or completely numb.

As if by magic, John and Yoko emerged from the darkness of the deep archway that leads into the Dakota. A woman appeared out of nowhere and asked John for his autograph. “I’m sorry, we don’t do that anymore, love,” was his gentle reply.

I carefully approached Yoko with the plant and wished her a happy birthday. I was at once overwhelmed by her calmness and beauty. She was dressed in a fur coat and she had tucked her wavy, black hair into it. Yoko had a creamy complexion and she radiated a beauty more intense than anything I ‘d ever seen. I was happily surprised to find that we were the same height (5 feet tall). There was such warmth emanating from Yoko that when I stared into her deep brown eyes, I felt compelled to hug her. I will never forget the softness of her fur coat of the silky smoothness of her cheek. I suppose I was aware of on some level that John was watching me, but whenever this though tried to enter my conscious mind, I simply blocked it out. Really, that was too much to bear.

No sooner did I hand Yoko that plant than John took it from her. He explained that they were on their way out, so he would take it into the office. His speech forced me to acknowledge his presence and I was jolted from my peaceful gaze into Yoko’s eyes to a state of shock.

Having said that, John spun around with the plant and headed back into the Dakota. Relieved that he had left, I re-focused my attention on Yoko. It was inconceivable to me that this was the same person I had seen in so many unflattering photos. Having read everything ever written on the subject of John and Yoko, I could not understand how so many writers could portray Yoko in a negative light. Surely these people had never met her.

I chatted with Yoko for just a short while before John began walking toward us. This time I was acutely aware of John studying me as I spoke to Yoko. We continued our conversation even after John rejoined our circle. When I asked how her birthday was she gushed, “It was beautiful.” Yoko glanced lovingly toward John as if to let us know that he was responsible for making her birthday beautiful. Moments like these were the most previous to me. John and Yoko’s love was such a fantastic thing to witness firsthand.

Over the next year and a half, I was to see John about a dozen times. Sometimes he was alone, and sometimes he was with Yoko. I couldn’t help noticing that when John was alone he seemed a little nervous-he walked at a fast clip – but when he was with Yoko he was patient, calm and reassured. I loved to watch them walking down 72nd Street together. They always held hands.

Getting back to that cold day in February, John knew right away from her bubbly personality and Midwestern accent that Brenda was not form New York. He asked her where she was from, how she liked New York, and whether she had come for the Beatlefest. We were shocked to hear John mention the Beatles – we thought that was a forbidden subject – and further surprised that he knew about the fan conventions. Brenda had planned her trip to New York to coincide with the Beatlefest, but John would not leave it at that. He was curious about the convention and he asked us what went on there. “What do they have there? Posters? T-shirts?” he asked. He seemed to view the whole thing in commercial terms. Sensing this, I asked him to elaborate. ‘They just make a lot of bread off you guys.” He added.

I protested that it really meant something to us, but John went on to explain why he mistrusted the producers’ motives. “Originally all the money was supposed to go to charity, but now they just make a lot of bread off you guys.” With the repetition of this phrase I realized that John was expressing his concern over what he considered to be the exploitation of his fans.

We mentioned having seen Sean, who was just three years old at the time, earlier that day and John’s face lit up. When Sean left that morning with Helen Seaman, his nanny (and Fred’s aunt) we noticed that he didn’t look too happy. John explained that Sean had been to a party the night before and had eaten “too much junk.” This, of course, was during John and Yoko’s macrobiotic (or at least health-food conscious) period, so they were pretty upset about this. “I’d rather he’d thrown it up.” Added John.

Knowing full well that Sean was their favorite topic, we continued talking about him. I told Yoko that we had been listening to her Plastic Ono Band album and that when we turned it over we were amazed to see that Sean had the same eyes as hers when she was a little girl. Yoko just smiled at our observation, but John got very excited. “Fred said that last night!” He repeated this in a tone of amazement a couple of times and finally concluded, “I’m glad he doesn’t have my eyes. They’re rotten.” “No they’re not” I muttered as an automatic reflex. I didn’t stand for anyone putting John down, not even John himself.

At about this time I noticed that the sun had broken through the clouds and was shining brightly on John’s hair revealing a beautiful auburn color. He really seemed to be glowing. As the conversation drew on, I found it increasingly difficult to maintain physical appearance. I had been expecting him to look very old and have short hair, just as he did when he received his green card, as these were the most recent pictures I’d seen of him. Boy was I in for a shock. John looked as though he’d just stepped off the cover of Abbey Road, but with a more closely-trimmed beard.

He was exquisitely dressed in pleated corduroy trousers, a shirt and a jacket, the browns, reds and golds of which all blended together, and his Frye boots made him well over six feet tall. He was absolutely gorgeous. The combination of John’s presence and the sun made me feel very warm.

Very early that morning, before we left the house, Brenda and I had been listening to a Beatles bootleg called Indian Rope Trick. For some strange reason, there was a version of “Cheese and Onions” on that record that sounded a whole lot like John singing. It was strange also to find a Rutles’ song on a Beatles bootleg. With this still very much on my mind, I asked John whether he knew the song “Cheese and Onions.” To this day I think he was trying to freak me out, but I carried on with the conversation asking if he’d ever recorded the song. “No.” he replied. “That’s uh Monty Python.” I knew it was bothering him that he couldn’t think of the name of the group, so I asked him whether he liked the Rutles. “Well I wouldn’t get out of bed for them,” he answered with dry Liverpudlian humor.

At about this time, a woman came by walking three white poodles. The smallest one looked hopelessly confused as he kept getting his leash tangled with those of the other three. John stared down at this tiny creature and asked it in a tone of mock-anger, “What’s the matter with you?” It was hilarious.

The reason we had such a long time to talk to John and Yoko was that the entire time their doorman was desperately trying to hail a cab from them (We thanked him later for being so inept). After about ten or fifteen minutes John suggested they go to the corner to get a cab, but Yoko gave him an emphatic “No” which we interpreted to mean “No, we’re talking to these girls.” We loved her. Eventually they decided to go back inside and call their limo service. “The moment they pulled away, the doorman from across the street came running over to tell us that we had spoken to John and Yoko for over twenty minutes. Was he timing us?

Another especially memorable time for me at the Dakota was in June of the same year. I peered into the dark driveway and saw a familiar-looking silhouette. After a few seconds it dawned on me that it was John and Yoko kissing! John was leaning over and Yoko had her head tilted back at such an angle that she had to hold her floppy hat on her head with one hand. The reason this looked so familiar to me was that it was the same image that appeared on the screen at the beginning of the waltz John and Yoko did to George’s I, Me, Mine in Let It Be.

When John and Yoko broke their embrace, they headed out towards the sunlit day, both smiling. As if this was not enough, little Sean suddenly ran out in front of them hysterically laughing. With such beautiful scenes as these imbedded in my mind, it is impossible for me to be affected by any of the trashy books that come out.

The last time I saw John was in September of 1980. “Starting Over” had just been released and I knew that things would be different now that John and Yoko had decided to go public again. John looked better than ever before in his life as far as I was concerned. He was tanned, clean shaven and had cut his hair much shorter than it had been the year before.

John, Yoko and David Geffen made their way form the Dakota to a limo waiting by the curb, and John stopped for a moment when he saw Jude, Jeri and me. I felt stongly that I wanted to make a connection with John, so I extended my hand to him. He quickly transferred whatever he was holding form his right to his left hand, and took my hand. I remember how big and warm his hand was and how wonderful it felt. John was in a calm, sweet, mood. David Geffen asked him who I was, and without missed a beat John replied, “Oh her? She’s a regular.” It was a nice goodbye.
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Yes you posted that beautiful encounter in a different thread (and like I remember which one) but I still loved reading it again. Awesome. Just awesome.
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Here's one I found recently!
Source: http://www.cliffviewpilot.com/good-l...et-john-lennon

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This is a story I rarely tell, one that ends with John Lennon holding my hand. It was nearly 40 years ago, and my friend Debi Gerson (Locke) and I wanted to do something to help the patients being mistreated at Willowbrook Hospital.

Geraldo Rivera was the new guy on ABC News, and he received a call from John saying that Yoko Ono had learned of this terrible treatment of adults and children. Geraldo exposed this to the public, and John soon announced that he would do whatever he could to help.

But instead of merely staging a concert -- which was wonderful -- John also insisted on taking the patients out for a day in Central Park beforehand.

Deb and I were only 15. But we got in touch with ABC, and, before we knew it, we were each assigned a patient.

It was a great day for all of them, in a glorious event spread throughout the park. And although Deb and I were split up, we knew we’d eventually find one another.

As the event came to a close, I walked my child back to the bus. Covered in mud from playing in the park, I looked around for Deb. Meanwhile, my new friend and I walked toward a makeshift podium.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a man in an Army jacket next to a smallish woman with straight black hair.

WOW.

I must have looked like I was in a trance. I walked straight toward him, no fear in my teenaged heart, and stuck out my hand.

John Lennon put one of his hands over mine and the other beneath it. He looked at me earnestly and thanked ME for helping HIM!

Debi and I spent many a day down in the ABC basement preparing for this day, and it was great. Then John told us he purchased tickets for all the workers to see the show.

We had already scraped together enough money to buy tickets of our own, but I didn’t care: JOHN LENNON HAD JUST ENGULFED MY HAND!

The concert was great, the ability to help was wonderful, but nothing beats that gesture of gratitude. As he spoke to me, he wasn’t an ex-Beatle, a former member of one of the greatest musical acts in history. He was just a regular guy. The best!
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Yes you posted that beautiful encounter in a different thread (and like I remember which one) but I still loved reading it again. Awesome. Just awesome.
goodness ladies, i know y'all ain't as old as this old fart.....can't remember which thread...that's old fart syndome---OFS.

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Since it was just a few days after Yoko’s birthday, I brought her a plant with purple flowers.

A woman appeared out of nowhere and asked John for his autograph. “I’m sorry, we don’t do that anymore, love,” was his gentle reply.

I carefully approached Yoko with the plant and wished her a happy birthday. I was at once overwhelmed by her calmness and beauty. She was dressed in a fur coat and she had tucked her wavy, black hair into it. Yoko had a creamy complexion and she radiated a beauty more intense than anything I ‘d ever seen. I was happily surprised to find that we were the same height (5 feet tall). There was such warmth emanating from Yoko that when I stared into her deep brown eyes, I felt compelled to hug her. I will never forget the softness of her fur coat of the silky smoothness of her cheek. I suppose I was aware of on some level that John was watching me, but whenever this though tried to enter my conscious mind, I simply blocked it out. Really, that was too much to bear.

No sooner did I hand Yoko that plant than John took it from her. He explained that they were on their way out, so he would take it into the office. His speech forced me to acknowledge his presence and I was jolted from my peaceful gaze into Yoko’s eyes to a state of shock.

Having read everything ever written on the subject of John and Yoko, I could not understand how so many writers could portray Yoko in a negative light. Surely these people had never met her.

Over the next year and a half, I was to see John about a dozen times. Sometimes he was alone, and sometimes he was with Yoko. I couldn’t help noticing that when John was alone he seemed a little nervous-he walked at a fast clip – but when he was with Yoko he was patient, calm and reassured. I loved to watch them walking down 72nd Street together. They always held hands.

We mentioned having seen Sean, who was just three years old at the time, earlier that day and John’s face lit up. When Sean left that morning with Helen Seaman, his nanny (and Fred’s aunt) we noticed that he didn’t look too happy. John explained that Sean had been to a party the night before and had eaten “too much junk.” This, of course, was during John and Yoko’s macrobiotic (or at least health-food conscious) period, so they were pretty upset about this. “I’d rather he’d thrown it up.” Added John.

He repeated this in a tone of amazement a couple of times and finally concluded, “I’m glad he doesn’t have my eyes. They’re rotten.” “No they’re not” I muttered as an automatic reflex. I didn’t stand for anyone putting John down, not even John himself.

At about this time I noticed that the sun had broken through the clouds and was shining brightly on John’s hair revealing a beautiful auburn color. He really seemed to be glowing. As the conversation drew on, I found it increasingly difficult to maintain physical appearance. I had been expecting him to look very old and have short hair, just as he did when he received his green card, as these were the most recent pictures I’d seen of him. Boy was I in for a shock. John looked as though he’d just stepped off the cover of Abbey Road, but with a more closely-trimmed beard.

He was exquisitely dressed in pleated corduroy trousers, a shirt and a jacket, the browns, reds and golds of which all blended together, and his Frye boots made him well over six feet tall. He was absolutely gorgeous. The combination of John’s presence and the sun made me feel very warm.

The reason we had such a long time to talk to John and Yoko was that the entire time their doorman was desperately trying to hail a cab from them (We thanked him later for being so inept). After about ten or fifteen minutes John suggested they go to the corner to get a cab, but Yoko gave him an emphatic “No” which we interpreted to mean “No, we’re talking to these girls.” We loved her. Eventually they decided to go back inside and call their limo service. “The moment they pulled away, the doorman from across the street came running over to tell us that we had spoken to John and Yoko for over twenty minutes. Was he timing us?

Another especially memorable time for me at the Dakota was in June of the same year. I peered into the dark driveway and saw a familiar-looking silhouette. After a few seconds it dawned on me that it was John and Yoko kissing! John was leaning over and Yoko had her head tilted back at such an angle that she had to hold her floppy hat on her head with one hand. The reason this looked so familiar to me was that it was the same image that appeared on the screen at the beginning of the waltz John and Yoko did to George’s I, Me, Mine in Let It Be.

The last time I saw John was in September of 1980. “Starting Over” had just been released and I knew that things would be different now that John and Yoko had decided to go public again. John looked better than ever before in his life as far as I was concerned. He was tanned, clean shaven and had cut his hair much shorter than it had been the year before.

John, Yoko and David Geffen made their way form the Dakota to a limo waiting by the curb, and John stopped for a moment when he saw Jude, Jeri and me. I felt stongly that I wanted to make a connection with John, so I extended my hand to him. He quickly transferred whatever he was holding form his right to his left hand, and took my hand. I remember how big and warm his hand was and how wonderful it felt. John was in a calm, sweet, mood. David Geffen asked him who I was, and without missed a beat John replied, “Oh her? She’s a regular.” It was a nice goodbye.
Hi Maia

Oh dear, I read your story avidly for the first time; it's just incredible to me that you in fact have met John, almost too much to bear... aah, you never know how much I envy you I was 13 years old in 1979 and the Beatles were still quite new to me then...

But what strucks me: Did John really refused to give an autograph to the woman who appeared ? Can't believe it; but he gave one to MDC ? What about you ? Did you get one at the end ??

Yoko seems to be nice with fans and I can understand how you must have been shocked by some crap-books afterwards. Hmm, she wore a fur-coat; don't like that much, but oh well...

Well, you brought Yoko a gift, but nothing for John ??? Not even a bar of chocolate ? I would certainly brought a gift for him too

How could John say that he had "rotten eyes"; another prove how insecure he was about his physical appearence

It surprises me that John mentioned the Beatles, as I thought it was a forbidden word too for him. He even was interested in the Beatlesfest, wow

Thank you very much for this "special encounter"

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^ I'm so sorry, Snoopy... I knew I should have made it more clear... that was not my story. It's the story of a woman named Lisa Grand. It was originally posted here.

I wanted to include Lisa's name, but when I tried to post it, I got a message that said my post was too long and I had to get rid of about 50 characters, so I dropped her name in the intro...

I was also 15 in February 1979, though, and it could've happened to me, I suppose! (At the time I did camp out one night in front of Elton John's house after one of his concerts. We were waiting for him to come home... which he never did! I used to drive by his house every now and then to try and catch a glimpse... and I'd do the same with Ringo's, until it burned down! )
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^ I'm so sorry, Snoopy... I knew I should have made it more clear... that was not my story. It's the story of a woman named Lisa Grand. It was originally posted here.

I wanted to include Lisa's name, but when I tried to post it, I got a message that said my post was too long and I had to get rid of about 50 characters, so I dropped her name in the intro...

I was also 15 in February 1979, though, and it could've happened to me, I suppose! (At the time I did camp out one night in front of Elton John's house after one of his concerts. We were waiting for him to come home... which he never did! I used to drive by his house every now and then to try and catch a glimpse... and I'd do the same with Ringo's, until it burned down! )
Oh, thank's for the correction; sorry I misunderstood. Anyway, the story remains amazing and it was a good idea to post it here

Yeah, it could have happened to you... too bad you weren't that lucky like Lisa.

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