I've thought about whether or not to post something about the death of Michael Jackson. I wasn't sure if my two-cents would add anything noteworthy to the already ear-shattering din of mourning from fans around the world; including the women we met at the Fillmore Jazz Festival this past weekend who, unprompted, filled us in on her thoughts on MJs death (faked to escape creditors) and his marriages (staged due to blackmail).
And, thanks to the repeated airing of videos I haven't seen in years I've been reminded so songs I'd long since forgotten about - Liberian Girl is awesome!
Instead of posting my favorite MJ video (there are too many to choose) and waxing poetic about one of his early choreographers' love affair with West Side Story - - today, on the day of his public memorial, the likes of which I'll never see see again in my life time, I'd just like to say that I still have the same Michael Jackson poster I got when I was about 9 years old. It's not in mint condition - it's been taped and re-taped and rolled up with rubber bands that have dried out and crumbled from neglect in the corner of many a closet. I haven't been saving it to sell on ebay, I've kept it this long because it's Michael Jackson.
There are a lot of theories and I'm sure many a book deal will be signed by former MJ door openers, umbrella holders, animal handlers and best friend's-next-door-neighbors. But what they all will say, is that he was a talented, troubled, fragile, and amazing person.