yesterday

I am so saddened by the great loss that America has sustained this week. 3 major icons from 3 different generations. I am happy that Farrah Faucet is finally pain-free, but that doesn't make it any easier... she's my mom's age. It's weird. Ed McMahon... well, he was in his 80s. He outlived Johnnie Carson. But Michael Jackson... that was just plain weird. Like Princess Diana. It came of nowhere and was completely unexpected. I've been listening to Michael Jackson for as long as I have been alive. My parents liked him (which is so odd considering we don't share a lot of taste in music.) My dad had a mixed tape for me of Thriller and other songs like it (including the Monster Mash. ) I remember trying to Moonwalk, and I have a Barbie-sized Michael Jackson doll with the Glove, the black jacket and the red jacket. (I know...) Somewhere at my parents, I still have Thriller and the We Are the World vinyl LPs (records.) My dad recorded (on VHS) the HBO documentary on the making of the Thriller video. I remember watching this over and over for years. He influenced every musician in every genre that game after him. The loss of his brilliance makes me sad. I felt like his London shows might have revived him. I hope he is at peace and that his children feel loved and taken care of.
I hope that the world understands the loss of this week. That the artistic loss is so much more important than the allegations of what he may have done....