In case you were wondering, I found out at Safeway. Got a txt from Harlan, then another friend, then, once I stopped listening to the podcast that I was listening to, heard everyone at Safeway talk about it. Which might be the first time I ever indulged in a conversation or feign any interest with people bagging food at Safeway (otherwise known as my new career).
So, yeah.
Here's the thing. Certain celebrities live way past the point of when they should. Sad, but true. Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain, James Dean, etc. all died at the right moment, when they were on top of the world and will forever remain so. If they had lived, Jim Morrison would have been nothing but a bad poet playing in a bad band and James Dean would have been just another good-looking movie actor from the '50's. Michael Jackson should have gone down like that but didn't. Like Elvis. Actually, almost exactly like Elvis. If he would have died in 1987 or so, he'd be the biggest thing in music history. But he didn't. Now he's known as a musical genius who like to hang out with chimps and had a fake nose and a kid named Blanket and wanted to be white and probably diddled little boys.
Here's the other thing, I never really like him, although that's partly due to being a child of the '80's more than anything. Got sick of seeing his videos all the time, got sick of everyone buying Thriller, got sick of him being everywhere in pop culture, got sick of people wearing that awful red plastic jacket. And here's the other thing, his death is going to be the biggest media circus since Princess Di's funeral. Meaning the happiest person on the face of the planet is Mark Sanford. Also meaning that everyone can go back to pretending to care about Iran (sucks to be you protesters).
And that's my post
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