The only way to believe Lennon lied about the LSD reference is to believe all of these people are part of a conspiracy.

I mentioned previously that, in a roundabout way, the appearance of the Acid Kid caused 'Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds' to be played on the jukebox. It really was a roundabout way, although -- in retrospect -- it pretty much just seems A to B. But back to the song: this brought forth a discussion amongst the regulars about a particular claim of trivia: did John Lennon really not intend the song title as a reference to LSD?

The story is that his son Julian made a picture. When asked what the picture was of, he replied his schoolmate Lucy. And she was in the sky. With diamonds. John Lennon claimed he didn't notice the acronym formed by the major words. A lot of the argument at the bar can be boiled down to: of course he knew.

Lennon took LSD. Lennon was clever. Lennon liked to tweak noses. Of those he believed needed their noses tweaked. Again: of course he knew.

So I took the other argument. Because I like to do that. I pointed out that McCartney confirmed the painting story. Which led to a side argument on the merits of Paul McCartney. 'Silly Love Songs' was mentioned. John and Paul: people still feel compelled to pick one and denigrate the other. People did that with John and Yoko, too, but that pretty much went one way; not many people on the other side of the fence on that one.

I then pointed out that Ringo confirmed it: Ringo was there when Lennon's son Julian first said the name of the drawing. There are grumbles: everyone has an affection for Ringo. 'With a Little Help From My Friends' gets played on the jukebox occasionally. But it usually is the Joe Cocker version. But even then: Ringo, in spirit.

Finally, I point out that Julian confirms the story, and that they have even tracked down the girl from school, Lucy, who remembers painting with Julian. The only way to believe Lennon lied about the LSD reference is to believe all of these people are part of a conspiracy.

So: those at the bar then basically said that all of those people were part of a conspiracy. In so many words. Basically.

 Because when you want the story to be true then it is true regardless of the truth; few people will be convinced otherwise. Paul is Dead Man, Miss Him Miss Him.

 Conspiracy theories are great bar fodder. For instance: the JFK assassination is always good for a few hours. And that's just debating whether Oswald really was a Communist.



- james james

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