Shadows We Keep Telling Stories To

Strange days, false tales, and the fight to reconcile with our past

Listen I didn’t want to write this. Not tonight. Not about Lennon.

I’m not some Lennon biographer. There are men and women who know every chord he ever strummed, every hotel room he ever wrecked, every tabloid fight with McCartney. Why me? Why now?

Because the shadow wouldn’t let me go.

Writing isn’t a career you happily choose. It’s a draft notice. You ge…