I Find the Things That You Do Will Make Me Feel Alright

I've written off the upcoming mini-series on Apple TV on John Lennon's murder, having no desire to drench myself in hours & hours of tragedy porn, but this really jumped out at me:

Not five minutes after coming to the end of the series, I cued up A Hard Day’s Night, so that I could listen to the John Lennon who will always be alive in a way that transcends the idea of breathing now, not breathing tomorrow. That record contains some of the most joyous art—the most joyous evidence of humanity—I’ve ever experienced. The life that cannot be taken.

(My bold) Watching the younger, brilliantly alive Lennon can even make us sadder about what happened and the senselessness of it. But it also makes me wonder if thinking like this can provide our collective wounds with a bit of a salve via Ray Davies' brilliant 1972 Celluloid Heroes:

I wish my life was non-stop Hollywood movie show
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die