I remember I was chillin at my girlfriend's place and she came into the bedroom and told me about it. I instantly dashed to the living room and saw it on tv with her and her grandparents. Still shockign to this day.
Post by Long A, Short A on Jun 25, 2019 14:58:30 GMT -5
Time is a hell of a drug. I don't know whether it feels like ten years or ten seconds since MJ died. I was shock by the fact that MTV was playing music videos, but when I herd why, it got me. I remember checking on my friends and family that really loved the guy and his music.
And there was that woman, starred on some little TV show, Charlie something or other. Then that other guy's sidekick...think he was a mailman as he always went door to door with envelopes?
Seriously, though, I was vacationing in Las Vegas when news broke. Despite the tickers on certain buildings, I heard first from my dad (also RIP).
Think him, McMahon, and Fawcett started the belief in celebrity curses and it happening in threes and all. Or made it popular to feel that.
That goes back way before those three. At least as early as the Day the Music Died when Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and The Big Bopper died in that plane crash. And THAT was really just an application of a superstition that accidents come in threes as applied to celebrities.
And it is just standard human finding-patterns-where-there-is-none stuff.
Post by mattperiolat on Jun 25, 2019 21:08:23 GMT -5
This is an unbelievably hard day for me every year.
Every year since I got the blu-ray, I put This Is It on and just enjoy the music, the man, the talent. I remember vividly the day ten years ago... hearing the first rumors around noon Eastern when rumors that Michael had been taken to the hospital in cardiac arrest. I just dismissed it, figured maybe he was sick and the media was being dramatic. Again. But it kept building as the hours ticked by and I called my then fiancé who was with her mom on a vacation in North Carolina, just because I began to sense something awful was about to happen.
What’s wild is just as the official word broke, a storm blew up. I mean, the sky turned black and it poured heavily. Just... suddenly felt like the world was crying. And so was I. Because of the overwhelming feeling of regret. Never really appreciated what we had when had it. And guilt too, guilt for falling prey to a cheap jab or joke for someone who I did really love, but never showed fully.
It hurts still. It always will. Why I hope, I really do hope, when I reach the end of my path, I’ll be lucky enough to hear an original Michael Jackson song, one that lasts into eternity.
Michael Joesph Jackson 1958-2009 The music lives always in my heart.
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