Remembering George Martin

From Fest Founder Mark Lapidos:

 

It is a sad day in Beatles World and for music lovers around the world. George Martin passed away last night at the age of 90.

 

There is no question George Martin will be remembered as the most important and successful Record Producer of all time. How did a comedy record producer for a small EMI subsidiary get to be the producer of the greatest band of all time? It was because, being from Liverpool, The Beatles had a wonderful sense of humor and knew some of those recordings. During their first sessions, Beatle George broke the ice with his now famous line “For starters, I don’t like your tie.” Together over the ensuing seven years, they created the soundtrack of our lives. George first as their producer, then teacher, then interpreter of how they wanted their recordings to sound. It was a team effort and the stars were indeed aligned.

 

I had the pleasure and honor to meet with Sir George a few times, with the most notable encounter coming in the mid 1980s in Los Angeles. We got to spend about 30 minutes together in a private session and I found him charming, engaging, and a delight to be around.  At the end of the talk, I asked him if I could ask one question that had puzzled Beatles fans for almost 20 years (at the time). He said okay.  “How come the promotional copies of Penny Lane had the trumpet at the end, and the released version didn’t?” He said something like this: Capitol was bugging us for a new single so we reluctantly sent them Penny Lane and Strawberry Fields Forever (we all know he regretted not holding them for Pepper). They were so deep into the Pepper sessions, they sent the final version over, not even aware there was any difference! It was just one of those things during a day in the life of recording with the Beatles.

 

We are all so lucky to have his body of work almost at our fingertips now. Today we are fixing a hole in our sad hearts in knowing that George Martin has left this world. He will never be forgotten. Our condolences to his wife, Judy, son Giles and the rest of his family. Through the music, we all became part of his extended family. It has been a ride of a lifetime.

 

Peace and Love,

 

Mark Lapidos

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Creative director John Kosh had his hand in many Beatles-related projects

Creative director John Kosh has been behind many Beatles-related projects, including the album covers for Abbey Road and Let It Be, and John’s ‘War Is Over’ campaign.

 

Kosh, who was a guest at one of our recent Fests, spoke with Best Classic Bands about his work with the Beatles and artists such as the Eagles, Linda Ronstadt, The Who, and more.

 

Recalls Kosh about the Abbey Road cover:

 

It was designed without a title and without the name of the band. I received an irate call from the chairman of EMI, Joseph Lockwood, in the middle of the night saying that no one would know what it was. But the next morning George Harrison reassured me: ‘We’re the fu**ing Beatles.'”

 

::: Read more about Kosh at Best Classic Bands HERE :::

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I Don’t Know Why You Say “Goodbye”

 

I’ve used the photo at left a zillion times — in press releases, in articles, on various websites. It is, in fact, the very shot on the 2016 (and ooooh so cool!) New York Fest for Beatles Fans poster! But the version I submitted to Mark, Carol, and Michelle Lapidos (the one you see above) is the cropped version. And, it doesn’t tell the whole story.

 

About a week ago, I came upon the original photo -– the unedited version taken about 2 1/2 years ago at a party in my hometown. And below is what I saw:

 

 

In the immediate background, just over my shoulder, you can see my mom. She’s right behind me…there all the time. I never knew.

 

This full picture set me to thinking…who is in the background now? Whom am I allowing to fade into the shadows, unnoticed, while I concentrate on things that are (arguably) “more important?” Whom am I overlooking –- and whom are you overlooking -– as we race around madly, smiling for the camera?

 

Most people spend a minimum of eight hours a day at work. For The Beatles, especially in 1964-1966, that was a laughable minimum. They spent a good 10 hours a day filming, interviewing, starring on TV and radio shows, recording, mixing, touring, composing, editing, and taking photographs.

 

And for John –- who also wrote, illustrated, edited, and promoted two books of poetry and prose during that time frame (at night, at home) — the workload was far greater. 12 hours a day, some days. Pressured.

 

And so, Cynthia slipped into the shadows. And so did Mimi. And so did his sisters, Jacqui and Ju. And even little Julian. Just over John’s shoulder, in a dimmer light, they waited. And waited and waited and waited.

 

The questions John had to answer and the questions posed to us all are… “Is it worth the sacrifice?” “Are our priorities in order?” Or (to phrase it quaintly, as Ben Franklin once did), “Are we paying too much for the whistle?”

 

Ever since I saw that unedited photo of my mom and me, I’ve begun noticing other photos: photos tacked to cubicles; photos taped to work stations of nurses, accountants and car salesmen; photos of people we rarely see; photos of people who get one-to-three hours a night, at best, or a brief weekend reunion.

 

“You say ‘Goodbye,’

But I say, ‘Hello!…Hello! Hello!’

I don’t know why you say, ‘Goodbye.’

I say, ‘Hello!’”

 

 

Is that the familiar chorus of our daughters and our sons? Is that the refrain of our aging mums or dads, living alone? Is that the unvoiced appeal of our patient husbands or lonely wives? Is that the theme song of those who wait for us to come home?

 

Had I known –- when that photograph of me was taken -– that only six months later, my mom would be gone, I would have stopped and noticed. I would have spent more time, asked more questions, learned more, shared more, appreciated more. I hardly think I would have said:

 

“You say stop, but I say

‘Go, go, go!!!!’”

 

 

I think I would have changed my tune.

 

We are all incredibly busy. Every day we are challenged to press on. But as we “go, go, go,” precious time is slipping away: Time to notice. Time to care. Time to tell them. Time to share.

 

Is it time to readjust the focus? I think it just might be.

 


Jude Southerland Kessler is the author of the John Lennon Series: www.johnlennonseries.com

 

Jude is represented by 910 Public Relations — @910PubRel on Twitter and 910 Public Relations on Facebook.

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What Will You Bring?

You can say it a hundred ways:

 

“You get what you give.”

 

“You only get out of it what you put into it.”

 

“Cast your bread on the water, and it will return to you after many days.”

 

“Garbage in, garbage out.”

 

Or:

“And in the end, the love you take

Is equal to the love you make…”

 

In other words, in any venture in life, you’ll take away exactly what you bring to that moment. If you bring joy, you’ll reap joy. If you bring pessimism, you’ll walk away with pessimism. If you bring despair…well, you get it.

 

When my grandmother passed, she returned to each of us the gifts we had given her over the many years of her life. Those grandchildren who had given lovely, caring gifts received loving, caring gifts as rich mementos of her life. Those who had only eked by and given as little as possible reclaimed the tacky, shameful gifts that had been given. We all went to our homes that weekend with clear and obvious reminders of how generous and thoughtful (or stingy and miserly) we’d all been.

 

“And in the end, the love you take

Is equal to the love you make…”

 

The first year that I went to Liverpool, I went as a stuffy, American writer. I had trouble understanding Scouse. I wouldn’t try the local dishes. (Blood pudding? Eeeeek!) I dressed differently, and looked prim, stiff, professor-ish. And though I interviewed and observed, I never cracked a joke or smile. Bottom line: I didn’t fit in. Not a whit. Every minute of that trip, I was on the outside looking in. And though I learned a lot, I didn’t have fun being a stranger in a strange land.

 

The following year, I decided to do things differently. Instead of wearing my camel skirts, blazers, and sensible pumps back to dear old Liddypool, I donned tight leather pants and boots. I walked the streets of Merseyside instead of riding in taxis. I sat in The Grapes and The White Star and Flanagan’s Apple and learned the language and made friends.

 

That second year, strangers asked me for local directions over and over again…because they thought I was a Scouser! I had made the decision to blend in, and voila! I did! And when my nine days Merseyside were over, I reluctantly returned home not only better informed, but very, very happy.

 

“And in the end, the love you take

Is equal to the love you make…”

 

So, what will you bring to The Fest for Beatles Fans April 15-17? An old brown shoe? A sock (darned in the night)? A gently weeping guitar? A little white book? Some Semolina Pilchard? (Or Pilchard Semolina, for those who know the brand.) A 20-carat golden ring? A big brown bag? A portrait of the Queen? What will you bring?

 

Think! Because what you carry along with you to The Fest will determine what you take home. And, if you want to walk (drive, fly, or rollerblade) away from the weekend having had the time of your life, you need to bring a few, crucial items with (you…in Liverpool, you’d leave off the word “you” in that phrase). You’ll need:

 

1)      Suggestions for us about things we can host at The Fest to make you happy. (We love your ideas!!! Send them to us ASAP, please! We are trying to find out what you like and include it in our expanded offerings! And if you’d like to volunteer to lead a class or a hike, we’d love to hear about it…soon). Email Danny@thefest.com with any ideas!

2)      A spirit of FUN!!!

3)      The ability to take part in what you enjoy and to happily pass over the things you do not like! (After all, someone else might enjoy that event and dislike the things you like, right? Give and take.)

4)      A compliment or two for those who are presenting, singing, decorating, hosting, performing, cleaning up, selling tickets, emceeing, and making it all possible.

5)      A spirit of curiosity about new speakers, books, panels, and experiences! A mind ready to seek out, enjoy, and find the best in every situation. A sense of adventure!

 

If you pack these five items along with your bent-back tulips and jeans (except on Sunday), you’ll find yourself smiling, laughing, learning, nodding, singing, and making the most of every moment! You’ll find yourself ready to have a great time and go home happy.

 

What you bring to the party is up to you. I would hate your disappointment to show. Is there nothing for you here? Will you disappear?

 

Or will you go all out, all in, all together now for a unique, exciting, uplifting Beatles weekend of fun? I hope it’s the latter…because the love you take really, really, really IS equal to the love YOU make. Ahahhhhhhhhhh!

 


Jude Southerland Kessler is the author of the John Lennon Series: www.johnlennonseries.com

 

Jude is represented by 910 Public Relations — @910PubRel on Twitter and 910 Public Relations on Facebook.

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Timing is Everything

 

Y’ better slow down…

Baby, now y’er movin’ way too fast!

 

It happens every year at this time. The tall, exotic, Japanese Magnolia trees in my neighborhood imitate Mother Superior…and jump the gun.

 

A few warm Louisiana days and nights seduce the silly trees, and right in the middle of January (or at the beginning of February), they explode into mad, delicate, pink blossoms.

“Noooooooo!” I scream at them through the picture window. “Noooo, it’s only February! It’s going to get brutally cold again! Any minute now!”

 

And sure enough, the frost and ice rush in unannounced. And the delicate magnolias are violently frozen, their lovely premature blossoms seared – falling wilted to the ground, a spectacle of poor planning.

 

You see, timing matters.

 

Brian Epstein knew this. He refused to let The Beatles set foot in America until they owned a Number One record. In January 1964, when the boys trekked off to Paris with an excursion to America only a few weeks away, Brian was outside his comfort zone. He was truly gambling. Capitol Records had assured him the Number One slot would be The Beatles’, and he believed the Powers-That-Be. But scheduling the U.S. trip ahead of his target goal was a huge risk. Everything hinged on that one phenomenon. Without the Number One under their caps, Brian knew that The Beatles could flop in America, just as Cliff Richard had done when he “crossed the pond.”

 

Well, you know the familiar story. While in Paris, The Beatles and Brian received that fortuitous phone call from Louise Harrison (yes, it was Louise…read that part of She Loves You, Vol. 3 in The John Lennon Series for detailed documentation) telling them that I Want to Hold Your Hand had just topped the charts in the United States. And in that jubilant instant, the tipping point was reached. Brian’s gamble to prepare for departure had paid off. The moment was right for conquest!

 

Journeying to America before this pinnacle had been grasped might have been disastrous. Waiting prudently for the name recognition the lads needed was vastly important. It mattered.

 

Mark Lapidos, too, can tell you about the importance of waiting, about the need for dotting every “i” and crossing every “t.” When Mark devised the idea of “Beatlefest,” he could have plowed ahead on the surging crest of his youthful enthusiasm. He could have moved, full speed ahead, to make his exciting idea into reality, no matter what!

 

But Mark didn’t. He waited.

 

He summoned up his courage and went to see John Lennon in person, asking for John’s blessing on the concept of the Fest. Mark wisely asked for an endorsement that would make The Fest something of which The Beatles approved and of which they would be proud. And John saw that it was good. And it was. And 40 years later, it’s even better!

 

So what does that say to us? To you and me – owners of sure-fire schemes? It whispers, “Wait.”

 

Don’t jump ahead. Plan. Seek counsel. Ask for opinions. Question everything. Move slowly.

 

If the Japanese Magnolias would follow Epstein’s and Lapidos’s examples, they would be lovely for months during the spring. They would enjoy a season of beauty unequaled by any other vernal tree. Instead, they spring ahead ruthlessly…and time and again, they fail.

 

I don’t know what you’re planning or writing or preparing or creating, but know this: If we would pay attention to detail as we plan, practice, hone, revamp, investigate, seek counsel, and keep working, we would see our dreams come true. The Beatles, Brian Epstein, and Mark Lapidos all knew that this is the way forward. Successes one and all, they could tell you:

 

Ladies and Gentlemen, timing is everything.

Slow down.

 


Jude Southerland Kessler is the author of the John Lennon Series: www.johnlennonseries.com

 

Jude is represented by 910 Public Relations — @910PubRel on Twitter and 910 Public Relations on Facebook.

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Welcome To Here

At the height of the holiday shopping, he sat alone in the outbuilding, the discount warehouse behind a chic, rural gift shop. In that cold, metal shed that boasted stacks of mildewing rugs, funky out-of-season decorations, imperfect mirrors, and broken toys, he was the aging security guard – lanky and underpaid. Lots of time on his hands.

 

But when my husband and I wandered into his domain, he grinned and greeted us with an enthusiastic “Hello!” I smiled and helloed back reticently, and at once, the man recognized me for a newcomer. He beamed. In fact, he almost fell over himself asking, “Is this your first time in the discount barn? Have you never been here before?”

 

I shook my head, admitting I hadn’t, and the man stood, full of the kind of full-blown pride that usually denotes business ownership.

 

“Oh well, in that case,” the menial employee radiated warmth, “Welcome to…here!” And he meant it.

 

I’ll never forget that man. I’ll never forget how very proud he was of the place in which he worked.

 

No one on that chilly day (besides my husband and me) had dared venture out of the warm gift shop into the sales barn. And nothing in that barn was beautiful or expensive or special. Except for that employee. He was extraordinary. He was joyous. He was the living embodiment of what our parents meant about when they taught us:

 

Whatever you do, great or small, do it well or not at all.”

 

The Beatles grasped that concept. They owned it. Whether they were recording a Christmas holiday greeting or a Saturday Club segment or an LP, they worked tirelessly to produce the very best. Reading the liner notes on the new “1” DVD, I was struck by this passage from Mark Ellen:

 

“Modern pop stars tend to reach certain levels of wealth and celebrity and then feel no apparent compulsion to get back to the studio, yet in the seven short years The Beatles recorded, they never lost their thirst for artistic adventure. The larger their following and the louder its applause , the more it raised their game, improving their craft, stretching their creative range, and fueling ever-greater levels of imaginative ambition.”

 

Indeed, The Beatles were never bored with their work. They never found it tedious. And in their individual careers they were (and are) always excited to produce “the next big thing” (as John phrased it).

 

That is what I wish for you and me this year…hunger to do better, pride in what you do, desire to learn more and to improve, joy in putting out a good product, and above all, a sense of belonging in your nook of the world.

 

Your nook may not be “steel and glass.” It may not be Important (with a capital “I”) in the strictest sense of the word. But if you’re thrilled about it, others will catch the fever, too.

 

I fell in love with that chilly, unappealing discount barn because the security guard was “over the moon” about the place. His enthusiasm was contagious. If he loved it “Here,” then “Here” must be worthy of a second look…maybe, a third.

 

That afternoon, I bought one of the unusual mirrors stacked in the corner. I bought a few ornamental Easter eggs for next year…and yes, I bought one of the rugs (from under the pile where the mildew had not yet permeated). And I walked away from that place determined to have more faith in my own work…and inspired to celebrate it more.

 

From Hamburg to Apple, the quality that sold fans, critics, naysayers, newsmen, filmmakers, and business people on The Beatles was their unadulterated enthusiasm. With every song, film, and snippet of Scouse wit ’n wisdom, they shouted, “Welcome to HERE!”

 

They let their light shine. And so should we. It’s 2016; shine on!

 

Jude Southerland Kessler is the author of the John Lennon Series: www.johnlennonseries.com

 

Jude is represented by 910 Public Relations — @910PubRel on Twitter and 910 Public Relations on Facebook.

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Be It Resolved

And so this is New Year’s…and what have I done?

 

Well, let me tell you. It’s only seven days into the New Year, and already I’ve broken three of my five brand new resolutions! I haven’t worked daily on my next Lennon book. I haven’t spent daily time in prayer. And I’ve lost my temper (yes, already!) with a goodly number of various and sundry people. In only seven days.

 

I’m willing to take the blame here, but…maybe (just maybe) I’m failing miserably because the resolutions I’ve created are pledges that I just can’t keep. Maybe I’d do better if I turned to The Beatles for some hints on how to live in 2016.

 

Hmmm, I wonder what resolutions the lads would have to offer?

 

(Mystical music begins playing…and fades into “Hey Jude”)

 

From: Dr. Winston O’Boogie, Paul Ramone, Carl Harrison, and Yer Ritchie

 

Hey Jude,

 

Here’s to 2016, luv! May it rock (’n ever roll over Beethoven).

 

Be it Resolved That Herein This Year, Y’ Should

 

  1. 1.     Take a sad song and make it better.
  2. 2.     Follow the sun.
  3. 3.     Run…for your life (er, walk, skip, whatever)!
  4. 4.     Try to see it my way (or his way, or her way…).
  5. 5.     Lead a better life.
  6. 6.     Get back to where you once belonged.
  7. 7.     Sing in the dead of night.
  8. 8.     Get up and dance to a song.
  9. 9.     See the world spinnin’ round.
  10. 10.  Love forever and forever. Love with all your heart. Love when you’re together. Love when you’re apart.
  11. 11.  Try not to sing out of key.
  12. 12.  Forget the tears we cried.
  13. 13.  Carry that weight a long time.
  14. 14.  Promise to be true.
  15. 15.  Let it be.

 

But most of all remember: With our love, with our love, we could save the world.

 

Fondly and Funly,

 

Yer 1-n-Only Be-at-les! (shocking!)

 

Wow! These things, I think I might be able to do! Or at least I can try.

 

How about you? What’s your resolve, à la The Beatles, for 2016? Write and let us hear from you!

 

Here at The Fest for Beatles Fans we wish you love, health, and happiness in the year to come, and we hope to see you in Rye Brook AND Chicago. Happy New Year…and we send it along, with love, from us to you!

 

Jude Southerland Kessler is the author of the John Lennon Series: www.johnlennonseries.com

 

Jude is represented by 910 Public Relations — @910PubRel on Twitter and 910 Public Relations on Facebook.

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Remembering Our John…John Lennon

Inspired by Mark Lapidos’ brilliant blog on “timelessness” as it relates to life and death…I began to mull over a similar concept…

 

Volume 2 in The John Lennon Series, Shivering Inside, is sold out in physical form. Unless you buy a slightly used copy on the secondary market and pay an insane amount of money, the “real book” is unavailable.

 

But here’s the thing: it’s still alive-and-well on Kindle. You can read it and hear all that it has to say. You can laugh at John’s wit, feel his frustration at the growing press of Beatlemania, and tragically, experience his utter devastation when Stu Sutcliffe passes. You can see the pictures of Liverpool and The Beatles in 1961-63, explore the Scouse (Liverpudlian) glossary, read the essays in the appendix, and learn from the biographies at the back of the book. The only thing you can’t do is touch the book –- hold it in your hand.

 

And today, that is of great comfort.

 

Y’know, John famously said that death is like “getting out of one car and gettin’ into another.” And, perhaps if he’d lived to see the flowering of the internet, he might have said, “It’s like movin’ from hard copy to docx. It’s like bein’ scanned into cyberspace.”

Today, John is “on Kindle,” as it were. He’s still very much alive…and happier, I believe.

 

You see, all day I’ve been listening to Lennon tunes, and around noon, he wailed out:

 

“You know life can be long
And you got to be so strong
And the world is so tough…
Sometimes I feel I’ve had enough…”

 

When I heard those words, I remembered: life was harsh for John. He faced unimaginable battles that no one else could have weathered: losing his mother and father (for complicated reasons) at age 5; living with the rigid Mimi Smith and his beloved Uncle Ge’rge only to lose Ge’rge himself when John was just 15; reuniting with his mother, Julia, and becoming her best friend, only to lose her to death a mere handful of years later; loving and then losing his soul mate, Stu…and on and on and miserably on. For John, life was one “long string o’ misery,” as they say in Liverpool. He suffered.

 

But because he was who he was, John determinedly turned those never-ceasing hurts and hits into victories. Like the fairy-tale character Rumplestiltskin, who could weave straw into gold, John transformed his pain into the magical, often mystical, music of our lives. But always chasing the “Next Big Thing” that could possibly mend his heart and make him happy, John depleted a lifetime in sorrow. In fact, he spelled it out for us:

 

“How can I go forward when I don’t know which way I’m facing?
How can I go forward when I don’t know which way to turn?
How can I go forward into something I’m not sure of?
Oh no, oh no!

 

How can I have feeling when I don’t know if it’s a feeling?
How can I feel something if I just don’t know how to feel?
How can I have feelings when my feelings have always been denied?
Oh no, oh no!”

 

Here on earth, John struggled.

 

For years after John passed, I prayed for him daily, prayed that God would give me some kind of a sign that John was happy…some kind of message or “white feather” or hint that John was happier there than he was here. I prayed.

 

Finally, in 1995 (only four days prior to the anniversary of John’s death), a new Lennon-composed Beatles song was released that answered my questions and quieted my fears. It told me flat-out and in no uncertain terms that John – though no longer “available in physical form” — was indeed shining on. He was, in fact, “home and dry.”

 

And today, though quite selfishly I miss him here, I would want him nowhere else. He is “on Kindle,” riding in that second bigger ‘n better car, scanned into cyberspace, free as a bird. And for the first time ever, Our John is happy.

 

CLICK HERE to listen to his original “Free as a Bird.” It is an abundance of white feathers…

 

Jude Southerland Kessler is the author of the John Lennon Series: www.johnlennonseries.com

 

Jude is represented by 910 Public Relations — @910PubRel on Twitter and 910 Public Relations on Facebook.

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December 8th — 35 years on

From Fest Founder and Director Mark Lapidos:

 

Time is a concept. It really doesn’t exist. You can’t touch it, feel it, breathe it. It is basically a demarcation line of events in a lifetime.

 

Well, this event was a life-changer for so many of us. None of us who were around will ever forget the moment we heard. It was the worst moment in my life. Perhaps John figured out how to stop time, because that moment wasn’t 35 years ago. It just can’t be. Maybe it was last year or two years ago.

 

Time doesn’t work so well when dealing with events like this one. “Life is very short and there’s no time.” There, he said it in song — there is no time! 

 

And yet here we are, still wondering how the world would be different had John lived. His voice was singular. I know in my heart he would have made a big difference (plus given us a lost wealth of music).

 

We are left with only those ideas in our brains of what would be different. We know we can not alter the past, but the past is a function of time, which is a concept. John lives in all of our hearts and that will never change. I miss him.

 

All you need is love…

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We Can WORK It Out!

My 95-year-old father is a mixer…a king mixer who makes Paul’s grandfather look tame! Time after time, he rings me up, speaking from the heart about how lonely he is, and how very ill he feels. And I? I consequently spend sleepless nights trying to conjure up remedies to his many problems. Ah, but then the world-class mixer phones my sister, Lisa, and with her, he’s upbeat, healthy, alert – and generally fine and dandy! Well, you can just imagine the serious conflict this scenario has caused.

 

Over the last year, I’ve been as adamant about my father needing extra care and immediate medical treatment as my sister has been about him being, for the most part, safe and sound. Given the information we’ve been provided, our opinions have been strong but 180 degrees apart.

 

Over Thanksgiving weekend, I gave this miserable state of affairs a lot of thought, and it dawned on me that my sister and I have experienced a microcosm of what is going on all over the world. Both of us care. Both of us want to do the right thing. But we are seeing two completely different sides of the same story.

 

In my last few blogs I’ve considered the political climate at home and the tragic events shaking the world overseas. These are sleepless times indeed. People who are concerned, people who truly “give a damn” – based on the information they’re given via their sociopolitical environment, their religion, state, family, friends, relatives, and news sources – have developed deeply-rooted, strong opinions about what needs to be done to heal our world — to make things right.

 

Each group honestly believes it is correct. Furthermore, each faction believes that what they say and do now will matter for generations to come. So they react passionately on the zeal of their convictions. They speak up. They step out boldly because they want to make a difference! Unfortunately, some are stepping on others in the process and acting as if that is justified and fair game.

 

When I was a little girl there was an old adage by which people lived: “No politics or religion in polite conversation!” These two subjects were private matters never to be discussed. They were matters that could turn friends into enemies, and so they were held sacrosanct, taboo for banter over a cold brew. But today (while the apathetic among us meander along unfazed), convicted people with fervent opinions face off on the bloody battleground that is social media. And yes, it is a battleground: subtle, but real nonetheless.

 

We are all horrified when gunmen barge into concerts, sports arenas, theaters, and businesses and open fire. We weep with the fallen and their families. Their loss is real and visual and devastating. But each day, without thinking, we post angry, hostile, vitriolic words on various internet sites without realizing that these words, too, (born from the best intentions and strongest beliefs) are weapons…deeply minimizing, wounding, and scarring the very people we love.

 

We participate in our own form of domestic terrorism as we jab, snarl, thrust, smear, and belittle others – as we demean those who are supposed to be our brothers and sisters. We glare at them and caution them, a la Paul McCartney:

 

Try to see it my way…
Do I have to keep on talking
Till I can’t go on?

While you see it your way
Run the risk of knowing that
Our love may soon be gone…

 

If people can’t see it our way, well then, we give them fair warning…we may just quit loving them altogether! After all, don’t they deserve it?! I mean, isn’t the difference of opinion their problem? Aren’t they the ones at fault?

 

Think of what you’re saying!
You can get it wrong
And still you think that it’s all right!

 

We hold up a mirror so that they can see themselves better. “See what you’re doing!” we self-righteously smirk. “See how far you’ve missed the mark?!” And the mutual frustration grows and grows and grows.

 

Over Thanksgiving, I finally realized that my father has no intention of ever telling my sister the same miserable tale of woe that he tells me. He has no intention of providing equal information to both parties. It is, in the end, up to my sister and I to locate one patch of common ground from which we can both act. It is up to us to find a tiny place to stand together.

 

And voila! There it is! That’s the challenge for all of us, isn’t it? Just as my sister and I must struggle to find common ground amidst the muck of incongruous information, so our world must struggle to “Come Together.”

 

It’s our task not to spend hours on Facebook pointing out differences, faults, and shortcomings in others. Instead it’s our mission to spend some time each day trying to find a way to establish peace. If we sincerely want to vanquish hate, then we will have to make the active choice to cooperate and get along. John Lennon reminded us all that:

 

Life is very short
And there’s no time
For fussing and fighting my friend!

 

And he was right. If our world is to have ANY chance of survival, then we will have to WORK it out, not wish it away. We will have to decide to act as one. We will have to solve our problems together. We can work it out…

 

We. Can. Work. It. Out.

 

But “work,” my Beatles friends, is the operative word. And y’know, it don’t come easy.

 

Jude Southerland Kessler is the author of the John Lennon Series: www.johnlennonseries.com

 

Jude is represented by 910 Public Relations — @910PubRel on Twitter and 910 Public Relations on Facebook.

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