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Paul McCartney and Jimmy Fallon sing “Scrambled Eggs”.

So stoked to be working with Alex on the Creators’ Freedom Project. Hopefully we’ll be doing a video together shortly. If you’re not following what he’s doing (and what Public Knowledge is doing), you’re missing out.

creatorsfreedom:

This episode looks at Square, a friendly mobile credit card reader that is easy to use and charges comparatively little per transaction. We’ll be following the band Parachute Musical, as it tries the technology for selling merchandise.

rollingstone:

Thirty years ago today—on December 8, 1980—John Lennon was shot to death by a deranged fan outside of the Dakota, an apartment building on Manhattan’s Upper West Side. Three days before his death, Lennon spent nine hours talking with Rolling Stone for a planned cover story. Now, 30 years later, this extraordinary interview is being presented for the first time in the new issue of the magazine, on newsstands Friday.

Check out our web-exclusive companion coverage to the piece, including audio clips from the interview, a gallery of Lennon’s years in New York with Yoko Ono, other stories from our archives and more at RollingStone.com.

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Incredible. Choked me up.

jukeboxgraduate:

theoreticalgirl:

WFMU’s dial scan of NYC-area radio coverage the night John Lennon was murdered. Haunting and beautiful, even if it was created under the saddest of circumstances.

Truth: I still have an 8-track tape that I hit ‘record’ on when the stereo was tuned to WNEW. I sat up until 3 in the morning. It was not a good day at high school the next day, although people were remarkably nice to me. Cheerleaders came up to me to say, “I feel like I should wish you condolences personally”. I wore all black to school for the first time, and cut all my hair off later that week, getting rid of my perm finally going punk-rock short. I only learned later that that was a Japanese mourning gesture.

It was a heavy, fucked-up week. I remember running a red light and just breaking down in tears because I was just SO UPSET.

I had tickets to see Bruce in Hartford that Friday. I didn’t want to go. My mom – in a move that still shocks me – told me that I should. So I did.