Remember that song back in the day, Freddies Dead? Such a sad song and now Michaels dead. And I dont think he planned on going just yet, there was that London thing.....
We all had thoughts and opinions about Michael but in the end, we watched a small boy rise in the annals of great performers in the world, the whole world people, to become the greatest of them. There are just a very few stars that are identified by an item, he was identified by a few. Dressed in black with his head down and his hand on his hat. Anytime you see a black hat tipped that way you will think of Michael. Or two sparkling socks and highwater pants. Michael. Frankenstien? Michael, because Thriller raised the bar on how music would be presented from that day on MSNTV and took the industry by storm. The music, choreography, showing the world we had tons of talented black dancers.
He kept raising the bar for the duration of his performing and we may have all thought 50 was a little old to come out and start cutting a rug again but Rolling Stones did it, why not Michael? Yeah, we tend to apply the same restrictions and shortcomings to others we have on our selves but the rules we live by are not those they, the entertainers live by. They drink, do drugs, sleep with little boys, don,t wear underwear and fall in love for 15 minutes with each other, gender optional. The cant live like us, they are talented, genius, full of a fire most cant fathom and that is as it should be. They are a little crazy, and I for one can speak to this, but husbands, wives, lovers everybody and everything takes a back seat to that stage.
We all watch Michael grow from a little boy to a big boy because there was no time in between to be a boy. No trips to the zoo, no rides on the ferris wheel, no baseball outside, just hit it from the chorus, again. And he probably thought, when he grew up he would have everything he ever wanted even if it was a new nose and a different color, and he did.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
WHEN REBELS RULED
Life in this century,in this country is becoming ridiculously stagnant. Since I was a kid in the 40's and 50's children are dull, boring brats that exist with no imagination, no discipline and only aware of life to the next technological invention that will blow out their eardrums with music plugged to their heads or an Iphone with fantastic apps. All power has been taken from their stupid parents that cant figure out not to make love to a vacuum cleaner hose and after reading the caution text on items bought, one loses all faith in the human brain if you cant decide if you should put cottage cheese in an oven or a refrigerator.
We are not to think anymore, not individually in any case. We are to all think the same, have the same values, believe in the same lie, trust what is shown us and told to us by the administrations that be without question. Hive minded they call it and I see it sorrowfully frequent. There is no such thing as having a patent for something that will save us energy, make our cars cost less to run. No cure can be patented that come from plants or mixtures created in a kitchen that really works. No, a cure is not an option, no money in that, nor is advancement into an oil-less future. There is no individual progress to be made here. No more rebels like Franklin, Tesla, Ford, Hughes to name a couple, or unsung heroes like the center line painter or the cup handle hanger inventor. If you have an idea keep it to yourself or be prepared to sell it to Uncle Sam.
You don't need a gun, guns just kill people, give them to the government, the city, the cops. The fact that the whole country was settled with guns blazing in the hands of cowboys and Indians and that romanticized along with bank robbers, Holiday mass murder and liquor smuggled into speakeasys is beside the point. You kid can't have a play gun and be Wild Bill Hickock like I was or have one drink then drive home. Nope, your kids will consume pounds of dope in their veins, nose and swallowed, but heaven forbid they get drunk like in the old days. If you're a rebel you are classified as a gang member or a runaway etc. James Dean couldn't get a leg up in this society now. But when the rebels ruled, America became the most powerful country in the world, with the most innovative, progress minded kick-ass builders of our world, better even than the Romans or Brits and got us here. But those days are gone forever.
We are not to think anymore, not individually in any case. We are to all think the same, have the same values, believe in the same lie, trust what is shown us and told to us by the administrations that be without question. Hive minded they call it and I see it sorrowfully frequent. There is no such thing as having a patent for something that will save us energy, make our cars cost less to run. No cure can be patented that come from plants or mixtures created in a kitchen that really works. No, a cure is not an option, no money in that, nor is advancement into an oil-less future. There is no individual progress to be made here. No more rebels like Franklin, Tesla, Ford, Hughes to name a couple, or unsung heroes like the center line painter or the cup handle hanger inventor. If you have an idea keep it to yourself or be prepared to sell it to Uncle Sam.
You don't need a gun, guns just kill people, give them to the government, the city, the cops. The fact that the whole country was settled with guns blazing in the hands of cowboys and Indians and that romanticized along with bank robbers, Holiday mass murder and liquor smuggled into speakeasys is beside the point. You kid can't have a play gun and be Wild Bill Hickock like I was or have one drink then drive home. Nope, your kids will consume pounds of dope in their veins, nose and swallowed, but heaven forbid they get drunk like in the old days. If you're a rebel you are classified as a gang member or a runaway etc. James Dean couldn't get a leg up in this society now. But when the rebels ruled, America became the most powerful country in the world, with the most innovative, progress minded kick-ass builders of our world, better even than the Romans or Brits and got us here. But those days are gone forever.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
You Reach A Place
Its June 6, 2009 and the weather here in Golden Shores is livable thanks to the storm that bumped California and bled over to us. It reached a place well received as it took the 103 degree weather and replaced it with 83 degrees. That made me think of things I don't want to do anymore. I don't do yard work, windows or cook. I've reached a place where paying to have it done is a heck of a lot better than all the energy I would have to lay out to get it taken care of. There was a time I would crawl up on the roof and scrape the pine needles from the gutter, painting the walls was easier than trying to clean them, and I had too many windows at my old house to clean them all so one day I realized Id reached a place of compromise, and I just didn't want to do that anymore. Thirty bucks and it all gets taken care of and I can go play Freecell.
I used to be a clothes-horse thanks to my Mom who made everything I wore which fit and looked wonderful until my kid came along, she quit sewing for me and lavished all her talent and efforts on the kid. She reached a place where she found something new and different to do. I began buying my clothes then and enjoyed them except for Saturdays when I would have on my favorite jeans and baggy shirt, riding boots or just plain tennis and a skull cap pulled over my red hair. The kids were afraid to bring home anyone that didn't know me as I looked very sloppy and unkept, but I had reached a place where 6 days of dressing up was enough. Now every day is Saturday here in Arizona just slopping around with the other retirees. If we see a woman in a dress and heels or a man whose ass crack doesn't show, we wonder where they are from, because we all reached a place where comfort took over glamor in a big way.
As you get older and older you discover, all the really important things you religiously adhered to, have a lot less luster than they used to. You look at your nails and one is peeling, you just quit looking. You reach a place where a relationship is ok if you don't have to pick up behind it. You go to bed when you want and go to sleep without an excuse, you love your kids and miss them but you don't have to have them right under you or instantly available anymore. You had a ball with your grand kids but by the time they have kids you know you can't handle little people running in the house, meddling in your things, crying, screaming and asking another question every time you answer one. Lord knows one more cartoon or episode of Star Trek and you'll scream. You have reached that place where all you love is peace and quiet while you watch TV and eat a big bowl of ice cream.
There may be times you wish there was someone to hold your hand and talk to, but you have reached that place where just having the toilet seat down is worth all the hand holding in the world, so you pet your animal and have popcorn for dinner.
I used to be a clothes-horse thanks to my Mom who made everything I wore which fit and looked wonderful until my kid came along, she quit sewing for me and lavished all her talent and efforts on the kid. She reached a place where she found something new and different to do. I began buying my clothes then and enjoyed them except for Saturdays when I would have on my favorite jeans and baggy shirt, riding boots or just plain tennis and a skull cap pulled over my red hair. The kids were afraid to bring home anyone that didn't know me as I looked very sloppy and unkept, but I had reached a place where 6 days of dressing up was enough. Now every day is Saturday here in Arizona just slopping around with the other retirees. If we see a woman in a dress and heels or a man whose ass crack doesn't show, we wonder where they are from, because we all reached a place where comfort took over glamor in a big way.
As you get older and older you discover, all the really important things you religiously adhered to, have a lot less luster than they used to. You look at your nails and one is peeling, you just quit looking. You reach a place where a relationship is ok if you don't have to pick up behind it. You go to bed when you want and go to sleep without an excuse, you love your kids and miss them but you don't have to have them right under you or instantly available anymore. You had a ball with your grand kids but by the time they have kids you know you can't handle little people running in the house, meddling in your things, crying, screaming and asking another question every time you answer one. Lord knows one more cartoon or episode of Star Trek and you'll scream. You have reached that place where all you love is peace and quiet while you watch TV and eat a big bowl of ice cream.
There may be times you wish there was someone to hold your hand and talk to, but you have reached that place where just having the toilet seat down is worth all the hand holding in the world, so you pet your animal and have popcorn for dinner.
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