It has been quite a week.... topped off with the deaths of Michael Jackson... and Farrah Fawcett. In their different ways, they have both been present during a large chunk of my own life; Farrah as an "Angel" who landed up with the beautiful ( once anyway) Ryan O'Neal...and I well remember seeing him in "Love Story" when I was at high school. My rather bored friend leaned over at the end, before Ali died, and asked "Has she kicked the bucket yet?"... My stifled sobs gave way to a release of laughter and I landed up on the floor in hysterics... while those around me commented on how the poor girl was so overcome with tears...yeah right. I never forgave Farrah... and she went off with the Six Million Dollar Man too!
Anyway - I digress... I grew up with MJ - as many of us have. He was a kid, of my own age, then a boy... and technically a man... but we all knew the fame and idolatory ruined him for ever. When the court cases began, my own children could not really believe I was his age! He still appeared to be such a young man after all the surgical help. His behaviour lost him many fans, but we know his music will live on. I heard it put in perspective last night - there are probably 30 people/bands in the world that have sold over 100 million records. Michael sold 750 million.
To be honest, I think it is good that they are both at peace now as their recent lives have not been easy.
RIP both of them.
How I remember growing up with MJ - at age 13
"Ben"
