JOHN LENNON'S LAST MOMENTS The title piece in this 10-story book tackles the question of whether former Beatle John
Lennon died a swift death in seconds when he was shot in 1980, or an appallingly slow death over several excruciating
minutes. Urban legend has it that Lennon was actually able to speak within minutes after being shot. But through
many interviews with police officers and doctors, and a thorough look at various reports, author Jim O’Donnell dislodges
this urban legend about a legend. Although some of the details about Lennon’s death are graphic, they serve to show
that Lennon most likely died a fast death, not a slow, tormented one. For example, there were two officers first on the
scene where Lennon was shot. One of them told O’Donnell: “His [Lennon’s] face was right into the floor, actually,
face down. He wasn’t turned left or right. His arms were spread out in front of his head, almost like you were taking a
dive. He was actually turning white at that point.” The remaining pieces in the book present the stories of nine
other deceased people from the world of rock, including six rock stars, a DJ, a TV host, and a writer. CONTENTS 1. John
Lennon Did Not Die A Slow Death 2. Jim Morrison: Rock’s Wildest Celebrant 3. Elvis Presley (Occupation: Pop Singer) 4.
And the Wind Cries Jimi 5. Janis Joplin: Lone Star 6. Getting Zapped by Zappa 7. Bill Haley: Rock’s William the
Conqueror 8. The Freed Kingdom 9. A Dick Clark Special 10. Ray Coleman: Author, Journalist, Mentor Excerpts On John
Lennon: “It is time to put to rest the story that after being shot John Lennon was living, talking, conscious. Actually,
he was dying, moaning, unconscious. This man who lived a fast life died a fast death, not a slow, tormented one.” On Jim
Morrison: “No singer before or since has had such a gift for embodying and dramatizing the search for self. He ate up
every deep, dark aggression in the room, and sent it back in the emotional colors of his art. He was a natural. All Jim
Morrison did for stardom, claimed Jim Morrison, was stop getting haircuts.” On Elvis Presley: “It is the face that
sailed a thousand hips. Twentieth-Century man—and woman, especially—knows the first name better than any other two names
that ever graced the lips of humankind—Charlie Chaplain and Beethoven, Walter Cronkite and Sandy Koufax, Jane Fonda and
Harry Truman, notwithstanding.” On Jimi Hendrix: “He raised the performance level of rock ‘n’ roll in one blazing fell
swoop. He was virtuosity AND flash. And once you saw him put the two together, the image was harder to shake than
dandruff. You couldn’t help demanding more from every performer you saw thereafter.” On Janis Joplin: “Some performers
let off steam on a stage. Janis Joplin let off lava. She was so volcanic, her back-up bands functioned mainly as
rumbling blue clouds harboring her lightning bolts.” On Frank Zappa: “Ugliness objectively correlates Zappa’s thoroughly
anarchic notion that acting and thinking strictly within society’s unwritten rules prevents you from being fully and
freely you. (Whew! What a long way of saying nicety is the mother of prevention.)” On Bill Haley: “Bill Haley was a
smuggler: he smuggled rock ‘n’ roll past adult customs and into teen toyland. He had a diamond in his shoe—though he
didn’t really know it, or intend to break any laws. It was just that the commodity he offered was as freakoid to his
public as fifty years earlier the horseless carriage that Barnum and Bailey Circus offered was to their public.” On Alan
Freed: “He is the reason the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame is in Cleveland—not in Memphis or Liverpool. He gave rock ‘n’
roll its name by using rock to do what it’s supposed to do: free the spirit. And he freed many.”
