I recently finished reading John by Cynthia Lennon and learned a lot I didn’t know about my favourite Beatle; most of which was perturbing to say the least. As a child, I was in love with the Beatles and my parents had every record they ever produced and I would play them over and over again after school singing along at the top of my lungs. My favourite Beatle was John Lennon. I think I related so much to him because he reminded me of my father; also a creative musician and artist from England who escaped the ‘oppressiveness’ of Britain.   My dad also loved Lennon and told me how the Beatles had started as a skiffle group just […]