How I wish that somewhere there existed an island for those who are wise and of goodwill.--Einstein
That is so true, Tami. Sometimes, I start hyperventilating because in a few years I'll be 30 (hush, I know) and I realize that I am not in my younger years anymore. I think part of it is because I'm afraid of getting older...and I feel as though I haven't lived a full enough life yet. It's times like this that make me remember that I gotta change some things before I'm not able to.RIP Ed, Farah, and Michael!
Driving down the 101 Ventura Freeway at around 4 PM in the San Fernando Valley, I heard the news of Michael Jackson. SHOCK! Earlier in the morning after a meeting they announced the death of Farrah Fawcett, also a shock!All of Los Angeles was in the state of frenzy. The coroner's office where they took Michael is in our neighborhood.I turned from one radio station to the next, listening to "ABC" and "I'll Be There", smiling at "Ben" which I hardly ever hear anymore...little Michael dancing away in his cool little hat.I was thinking about the contradiction of "Charlie's Angels" which had a feminist subtext, while still portraying women as sexy. The poster was everywhere in my college dorm in 1976. I met Farrah's agent who had negotiated the poster deal many years later, and heard the inside story of how he made the company pay her big bucks for it.Then there was good old Ed McMahon, and my fond memories of seeing one of the last Johnny Carson shows live in Burbank, and how the special surprise guest was Diana Ross! I can still hear the giant gasp of delighted surprise everywhere in that studio audience in my mind's eye as Diana walked in!!Little kid me, was marveling at my midwestern life with these people as touchstones, and then driving down the L.A. freeway today where they lived decades later.Time just goes on I guess... thanks for posting this Tami, it was a class act as always! I'm thinking of an "angel" in heaven, and maybe Farrah and Michael and Ed are laughing it up, and God is getting a front row seat to the heavenly sound of heeerrr's Johnny!-Satsuma
..."Time just goes on I guess... thanks for posting this Tami, it was a class act as always! I'm thinking of an "angel" in heaven, and maybe Farrah and Michael and Ed are laughing it up, and God is getting a front row seat to the heavenly sound of heeerrr's Johnny!-SatsumaJune 26, 2009 3:27 AM..."or more likely, 'heeerrr's Michael!'Nayo
Yeah, I hear you Nayo :-)
Very nice tribute, Ms. Tami...
Thank you for posting this Tami. I am heartbroken over Michael. We were the same age, I grew up loving him since the Jackson 5 days. Being from Detroit, I have a special place in my heart for all the Motown entertainers. To see his life cut so short, is so painful. I pray he knew how much he was loved, I am happy for him he is free of all the pain of this world.
Thank you, Tami. I remember dressing up as Michael, -- sparkly glove, high-water pants, and all --as a child. I cried and screamed when he moonwalked across the stage at Motown's 25th anniversary (my poor parents), and still have a faded, scratchy VHS copy of "The Wiz" I taped from Saturday UHF television. Though I've moved far from that kind of dedication to all things MJ, he will always hold a special place in my heart. Watching "Remember the Time" on YouTube, tears streaming, I thought about how sad and lonely this talented, brilliant man was. His demise has reminded me how much value there is to holding one's tongue before tearing into someone we don't know, or at the very least injecting empathy into our criticism. Michael's death was a "death by 1000 cuts" inflicted by the media, fans and anti-fans, or more like a billion.
We did a new dance in the living room. Michael's song "Bad" was playing on a tribute show, we had our doggie hamberger squeeker toy that we alternately step on in time to the music, while our Great Dane just sat there charmed to the beat. Never realized 'Bad" was such a great song to dance to with your dog!
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