It seems every networking site, every blog and, of course, every news site, has fans bidding their own personal farewells to Michael Jackson. I can't say I was a fan of his later work, but I adored every album from "Off The Wall" to "Blood On The Dance Floor:HIStory in the Remix", and the album "Dangerous" was played on constant repeat when I was 11. Don't even get me started on how I'd drive D.S. mad by playing "Give In To Me" a million times over when I was 18 and rediscovered a passion for Michael Jackson/Slash collaboration songs...
Goodbye M.J. May your death be more peaceful than your life. It's been a priviledge and a pleasure rockin' with you all these years.
In other news, Farrah Fawcett finally succumbed to cancer. Poor, beautiful girl...she wasn't my favourite of the original Charlie's Angels...that was always Kelly, who seemed more kick-ass to me. Man, it sucks to wake up from a night of debauchery and read of all these known names dying.
Although, as my friend pointed out with a shrug...why write about this? We're not consciously mourning the other hundreds of thousands dying every day in the world, are we.
Sometimes, I wonder if I'm more of a hypocrite than I like to think about...or just disgustingly shallow.
