So in a matter of days,
Michael Jackson (50),
Farrah Fawcett (62), and
Ed McMahon (86) die. McMahon seemed like a decent fellow and he lived a long life. Fawcett seemed like a dingbat and since I was too young for her heyday, I never found her that attractive or interesting. Sad to die of serious cancer though. Bummer.
Then we come to Michael Jackson, who was of my era. After a day's full of hype over his death, my first and lasting reaction is "meh." Yes, his music was great... but not recently. In that sense, he stopped being relevant to me a while ago. And in the age of producers/DJs/mixers, I have a hard time figuring out how much was him and how much his crew.
Then there's the fact that his early years (which I like; "ABC" is one of my favorite songs) were the result of serious child abuse from a horrific stage-father - it taints everything from that era.
And let's not forget the persistent charges of child-molestation. Meh.
I understand the veneration for John Lennon who was a musical genius and a martyr; I understand even the intensity for Elvis... but I have never understood the attention/concern about Michael Jackson.
But "Billie Jean" is a great song.
Pic from here
So I hear the Yankees won the World Series. [Insert 30 second long yawn here]. While I am the mildest possible Mets fan (Let's Go Mets! Or Not!), I don't hate the Yankees. I know I'm supposed to; I know they are the baseball cognate to the Dallas Cowboys; but I would need to care more about baseball as a sport to muster the emotional will to hate a particular team. I just find them, and the sport that houses them, filled with meh.
