interesting thread. Here's what my situation was: Back in 1980, I had finished my first two years of university, when I applied for and was accepted to go on a cultural exchange trip (Canada World Youth) to Sri Lanka.
so I was to spend 4 months living (billeted) and working in the mountainous tea estate (plantation) country side of the central part of the island (near to Kandy for all you geographers). So what was a young lad, music lover (punker, rock and roller, prog rock fan) to do in a land where the pop music consists of mostly Tamil movie melodies??
Other than 'getting into ' the local scene, after a couple of months I was starved for some of the 'backhome' music. So, one evening around dinner time, I was at a friends house, we were sitting in a bamboo grove (towering dark green bamboo stalks, which were a welcome relief from the sun) just tucking into a scrumptious bowl of rice and dahl curry, when I hear the song Imagine playing. I couldn't belive my ears! John Lennon in the depths of Sri Lanka! Just what I needed... then the announcer started to speak over the song. I was so angry I turned to my friend to get a translation, as my limited Sinhalese was only making sense of New York, and died.
He said that the person who sang this song was just murdered in New York City. He didn't know who John Lennon was, but through repeated questioning, he confirmed that the news was reporting that somebody had shot the person that sang Imagine.
I was stunned. The next morning I bought a copy of the Sri Lanka Sun newspaper (the English language paper) and sure enough, it was front page news.
I still have that paper.
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