Way back in the pre-internet dark ages I was an unwilling high school student. Most of the curriculum for “college track” students, a category which had been assigned to me without my knowledge or concurrence, was just utterly crappy.
The year was 1972. I had some sort of vague Civics class, or perhaps it was American History — it doesn’t matter what it was now, so many decades later.
The teacher was a woman in her forties, an age that seemed ancient to her students. Her name was Joyce. She may very well be in a nursing home, or dead, by now — I don’t know.
Joyce had an interest in the burgeoning counter-culture movement of those years; if she had been younger she would have been a hippie. One day, as I was dying of boredom in her class, Joyce announced “Class, I have a song I’d like you to hear! It’s by John Lennon!”
In retrospect, technology was so charmingly primitive back then! Joyce pulled a vinyl LP from its cardboard sleeve and gently laid it upon a mechanical turntable. She slowly dropped the needle into the groove of the track she wanted us to hear.
That was the first time I ever heard John Lennon singing his song “Imagine”. It’s an idealistic song, well suited for young people who haven’t become jaded, and haven’t yet been sucked into the dominant corporate/military paradigm.
I was heartened to hear a young singer cover this song four decades later.
So some of that sixties idealism still survives!