When I asked a friend of mine to babysit Studley while I took Lucy to the faux Beatles concert, she declined because she was playing a gig at Leninfest. Or at least that's what I heard. Since I had not been to the faux Beatles concert yet, I wasn't in the Lennon swing.
I heard Lenin and wondered what it was all about but then put all the pieces together and the next thing I was nodding and saying to myself, well of course. Because it was Columbus Day weekend and when I was in Moscow there was a whole lot of hoopla about a sculpture said to depict Columbus discovering the New World. That's us.
The sculpture was originally of Columbus, the story goes, but then was tweaked to become Peter the Great to accommodate a different market. I guess the New World didn't want it, so it was pitched to someone else.
The BBC says "the sculpture is the work of the controversial artist Zurab Tsereteli and has been described using words such as strange, unusual, unique, horrendous, awful and soul-searingly hideous."
Soul-searingly hideous. I am so sad it was not on our tour (I think it was still just a twinkle in Moscow's frenetically blinking eye when I was there).
Meanwhile, I missed Lennonfest because I was watching a fake John Lennon sing "Imagine." My friends were supposed to sing "Because" at the festival but couldn't because things in festival land went horribly awry. It's too bad because their version of "Because" makes me cry. In a good way. Not in a soul-searingly hideous way.
I remember quite vividly when Lennon was shot. I had been babysitting a family whose daugher really probably was named after Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds and was systematically taping their entire collection of Beatles albums. Let's face it, taping albums was pretty much my whole reason for babysitting. If I were babysitting today, I'd be the one with a removable hard drive in my backpack and I'd never have to book a repeat gig at the same house. Some of the people I babysat for listened to awesome music. Anna and Aaron, you're cute and all but your parents' Frank Zappa collection is the real reason I seemed so excited to come babysit you.
So I had JUST figured out who John Lennon was, and then he was gone. I felt quite cheated, really.
Next year, I'm going to his festival in Falmouth. Or I'll go see the sculpture in Moscow. With a little more tweaking, it could totally be him.
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