Here's a story I haven't told before in this blog.
On the 40th anniversary of the assassination of John Lennon, it seems like a good time to tell it.
On this date in 1980, I had recently moved to New York City, working for ABC Radio (the Owned FM Group). I had been transferred from WRIF in Detroit that spring. Having never lived in Manhattan, I wanted to be in the city, and found an apartment on W. 73rd Street and Central Park West.
The reason that's significant is that one block over, the famous Dakota condo building loomed large over Central Park – home to many celebrities from all walks of life, including John and Yoko. Over the years, Boris Karloff, Rosie O'Donnell, Judy Garland, Joe Namath, and scores of other famous names took up residency in the Dakota.
The horror film, Rosemary's Baby, was set there – the perfect location and look for a building that loomed over the Upper West Side landscape, even as taller structures were built nearby.
I became fascinated by the Dakota, walking past it several times each day on my way to and from work. And always wondering what rock n' roll's #1 power couple were up to. I never did spot either John or Yoko on the street, but they both freely moved about the city, along with millions of their neighbors.
Just a couple months into my adventure in NYC, I started reading books about the Dakota. It turned out the building had a rich history. It got its name because when it was built 100 years earlier in 1880, W. 72nd Street was thought to be way out in the middle of nowhere – like the Dakotas. And the name stuck.
One of my favorite books was a great sci-fi novel Time and Again, by the great Jack Finney (also author of The Body Snatchers that turned into a couple of hit films adding “Invasion of…” to the title).
It's a wonderful story about how a modern-day New Yorker goes back in time by sitting in a special apartment in the Dakota and looking down on Central Park. He is swept back to the era when the landmark was first built – an exciting adventure that gave readers a feel for what Manhattan was like a century earlier.
I read another book about the history of the Dakota, as well as TV and news stories about what life was like for John and Yoko as perhaps the most famous citizens of the city in 1980.
John's “comeback” album, Double Fantasy, had just been released, so he was already in the news and on the radio.
So, fast-forward to the night of December 8, 1980 – and I'm in my apartment watching “Monday Night Football.” And in the middle of the game, ABC sports guru Howard Cosell breaks in to deliver the tragic news Lennon was just shot outside his home.
I opened my window and heard the sirens.
I then turned on the radio, and both WPLJ and WNEW-FM – the two big rockers – were just getting the news, scrambling to get the story on the air. And then I started thinking about ABC's sister stations around the country. If you weren't watching TV at that moment, there was no Internet, Twitter, or push notifications to get the word out. It was very fresh news.
I had a special company phone in my apartment (in addition to my landline) that allowed me to direct dial any of ABC's seven owned FM stations. They installed it so I could monitor the stations on “listen lines” that were provided for company managers and consultants.
My first call was to WRIF where I spoke with Carl Coffey who was on the air at that time. I gave him the details as I had heard them (sketchy, as you might imagine), and called other stations as well.
The next morning, I got the call from Jim Johnson, host of “J.J & The Morning Crew,” the big morning show at WRIF during those days.
I did a call with them, and offered to walk over to the Dakota to see what was going on.
And that's when I got lucky. On most corners of Manhattan in those days there were pay phones (yellow arrow left) And one of the phones directly across the street from the Dakota – looking right at the entrance (red arrow) of the building where Lennon was shot – was open. And I grabbed it. And held onto it.
I made a number of calls back to Detroit – my deep knowledge of the building and John and Yoko's life in New York City turning out to be helpful, and probably actually interesting. I may have been on the air at another ABC station or two – it was a blur.
Late morning, I returned home to shower, shave, and don my big boy clothes, and headed into 1345 Avenue of the Americas, across the street from the ABC building where our offices were located.
And most people either just said hi, or commented that I looked like I had been up all night. When I told them what I'd been doing, some were only peripherally aware Lennon had been shot and killed. It was just another day for many people in New York City, but for me, it turned out to be a seminal day in my radio career.
But their reaction (or lack of one) was a bit of a gut punch at the time. The Beatles were my favorite band. Losing Lennon – for many, the Beatle – was beyond tragic. We have sadly become accustomed to tragic rock star deaths. Even back then, rockers like Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Keith Moon, and John Bonham had already lost their lives to drugs and overindulgence. Some, like Buddy Holly and Richie Valens, had died in plane crashes.
The pace has accelerated. In recent years, we've lost rock icons like Kurt Cobain, Prince, Tom Petty, Freddie Mercury, Scott Weiland, David Bowie, Chris Cornell, and Glenn Frey. And while drugs were the culprit once again in some of these cases, the ravages of old age and not-so-healthy lifestyles have played a contributing role as well.
But an assassination? On the Upper West Side of Manhattan…of a Beatle?!
It was a huge story then. And it would be even bigger in today's over-caffeinated, breaking news media environment. Up until that time, I had only been involved with local coverage stories in radio – snow storms and the like. The Lennon murder was the first big event that was a powerful shocker to my community of rock n' roll.
And for me personally, it was a galvanizing moment when I felt the adrenaline rush of being in the middle of a story that profoundly impacted a radio station and its audience. I carried the story around for weeks, especially walking past the Dakota, which rapidly became a tourist curiosity.
Those of you who were on the air during 9/11 or who have been on hand for a disaster like Katrina, a mass shooting, or a terrorism incident are likely nodding your heads. This is what radio does not only well, but in a live, real-time way no other medium can replicate.
Being a part of a story and having the opportunity to tell it to an audience is a special privilege many never experience. And holding up the mirror to grieving listeners and celebrating the life and times of one of their musical heroes is that reminder why many of us got into radio in the first place.
In the ensuing years, I do my best to make a Dakota stop when I'm in Manhattan, as well as the area of Central Park designated as “Strawberry Fields” (pictured at the top of this post). I've taken my kids to the see the building, and have shared this story with them.
So for old times sake, I'll put on some Lennon today (or Alexa will), and hope to hear some of his music on the radio.
“In My Life”
“Strawberry Fields Forever”
“A Day In The Life”
“(Just Like) Starting Over”
“Give Peace A Chance”
“Happiness Is A Warm Gun”
What did I miss?
I still miss John.