De dag dat John F. Kennedy stierf

22 november 2013

Vandaag is het precies een halve eeuw geleden geleden dat John F. Kennedy werd vermoord. Dat is net iets langer geleden dan ik leef en mijn fascinatie voor (de moord op) JFK heeft alles te maken met de gelijknamige film van Oliver Stone uit 1991, die trouwens vanavond op de Nederlandse televisie wordt uitgezonden. 

Het lied dat deze dagen onweerstaanbaar bij me opkomt is The Day That John Kennedy Died van Lou Reed, die zelf pas drie weken geleden overleed en alzo de vijftigste verjaardag van het bezongen onderwerp niet meemaakt. Het nummer staat trouwens op het werkelijk heel goede album The Blue Mask uit 1982. Er staan meer goeie rocksongs op, zoals Average Guy, Heavenly Arms en het roodgloeiende Waves Of Fear.

Voor de gitaarliefhebbers onder ons, op deze plaat spelen Lou Reed en Robert Quine fantastische duetten. Op Wikipedia kan je daarover lezen, en ik moet toegeven dat ik het niet helemaal begrijp: ‘Reed and Robert Quine's guitars were mixed separately in the right and left stereo channels respectively. To differentiate his guitar's sound from Reed's, Quine used D tuning, playing each song as if it was one major second higher. For example, Heavenly Arms is in G major, so Quine used fingerings for A major to play the song.’

The Day That John Kennedy Died

I dreamed I was the president of these United States. 
I dreamed I replaced ignorance, stupidity and hate. 
I dreamed the perfect union and a perfect law, undenied. And most of all I dreamed I forgot the day John Kennedy died. I dreamed that I could do the job that others hadn’t done, 
dreamed that I was uncorrupt and fair to everyone. I dreamed I wasn’t gross or base, a criminal on the take. And most of all I dreamed I forgot the day John Kennedy died.

I remember where I was that day, I was upstate in a bar.
 The team from the university was playing football on TV
. Then the screen went dead and the announcer said,
 “There’s been a tragedy
. There’s are unconfirmed reports the president’s been shot. 
And he may be dead or dying.”
 Talking stopped, someone shouted, “What!?” I ran out to the street. 
People were gathered everywhere saying,
 "Did you hear what they said on TV" 
And then a guy in a Porsche with his radio hit his horn
 and told us the news
. He said, “The president’s dead, he was shot twice in the head
. In Dallas, and they don’t know by whom.”

I dreamed I was the president of these United States. I dreamed I was young and smart and it was not a waste, dreamed that there was a point to life and to the human race
. I dreamed that I could somehow comprehend that someone shot him in the face.

Oh, the day John Kennedy died.