John Lennon was shot and killed.
I was young at the time; didn't know a lot about who Lennon was, but I remember the next morning on the bus and how quiet and subdued the older kids were. There was something fundamentally surreal about that day, as though the whole day was spent walking through treacle-- slow, confusing and disorienting.
It was that day that I really listened to the Beatles for the first time, and I am not exaggerating when I say that the Beatles changed my life. It's music that really brought me into guitar and the art of it.