Two Questions about Lennon

NEW YORK – John was wearing shades, his chestnut hair glistening in the fancy studio lights, big ones over his cars, sitting in a booth by himself, looking at his session band through a plate-glass partition, chang-ing on a solid body electric, grinning, laughing, smiling and chattering like some mad coachman who keeps whipping the horses, kerrraaack, kerrraaack, kerrr-aack, scaring the shit out of all his passengers, except he knows perfectly well he's going to get everybody home safe. He's just in a hurry.