While my guitar gently weeps
The world feels different today. Though I’ve known it was just a matter of time (otherwise he’d never have given up control of his beloved company), iHeartbroken.
I was already steeling myself for the emotional roller coaster of watching Martin Scorsese’s “George Harrison: Living in a Material World,” when, during my evening Social Policy and Aging II class last night, my classmate Cindy slid her Blackberry toward me and pointed at the screen.
“Apple co-founder Jobs dies at 56,” the headline said. Sound faded away for a moment, and it became harder to concentrate on class.
Although at first it seemed blasphemous to get the news on a Blackberry, I really don’t think I could’ve taken it on my iPhone without tears.
They came later, briefly, over the youthful Beatles, as John and I watched our early lives unfolding on HBO. The Beatles were the backdrop of my youth.
Apple’s been the backdrop of my adult life. I’ve taken ribbing for being such a Macophile, just as I used to take ribbings for being a Beatles nerd. Don’t care. They were all geniuses and worth the love and admiration.
I hated and feared computers with all their codes and nonsense and ugly, ugly screen fonts until I met my first Macintosh in 1990. I was iLove at first sight. Even in my early 30s, I was giddy.
Just like with the Beatles at first listen as a child.
George Harrison went out with cancer at 58. He attributed his to smoking. And though that could have/should have been anticipated (if you look back at the ever-present cigarettes in early photos and footage) for some reason it was harder for me to take than John Lennon’s insane murder,
Lennon was like Jobs – larger than life, some might say egomaniacal. It would have been strange to see him old. And as phenomenal as the Beatles were, it seemed almost destined that an insane fan would do something crazy.
Another one attacked George Harrison in his home, in fact. He and his wife could fight off the crazed slasher, but sometimes you can’t beat the big C. He tried.
And Steve Jobs gave it his best shot, living several years longer than many with similar cancers. Like our dear friend Tom, who went out in a flash of 2 ½ months after being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.
School work calls. iMust go. But I couldn’t start the day without honoring two men who’ve had such influences on my life and overall happiness.
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