Thursday, July 9, 2009

Incidental Thoughts

This is the face of exhaustion, by the way. Lurking in the cracks (affectionately referred to as wrinkles) is disquietude. But fear not, a pessimist is merely an optimist with experience.

And suddenly my thoughts turned to 2 things. 1. The nightmare I had two nights ago about witnessing a random stranger set themselves on fire, as if nothing, at a relatives house. And everyone there was acting as though he was not even there and 2. My other thought is that of Anna from the show Ace of Cakes. She visually epitomizes how I like a woman to be. And she's mad easy on the eyes, man.

I don't know why these two thoughts popped into my head but....they're there. I really should try to go to sleep, albeit I'm truly not fighting it, or just think about something else.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Crabs Bereft of Life Come to Take Your Light

Man oh man, I cannot stress to you, fair reader, how delighted I am that the farcical, nay comical, tribute show to Michael Jackson (from yesterday) is over. Delighted I am, indeed. To begin with, I don't want you to think I am some type of hater of Michael Jackson; I'm just someone who thought he had a few popular hits and he kind of was at the right place at the right time and was marketed very well. I used to believe as a child that the "M" in MTV stood for Michael or Madonna because it seemed that was all that they would play in heavy rotation. Michael with his cinematic-like videos which were more short movies than anything, and Madonna practically shaking what her momma gave her and exposing it as much as the censors would allow.

Some people truly have little talent but strike gold. I personally believe Michael Jackson was one of those people. I mean really, was Michael a great singer, by musical standards? Absolutely not! Shit I've heard people in karaoke bars that sing better than Michael. But you know what? The guy was a hell of an entertainer. Shit, even Mick Jagger can't sing for shit (in my opinion) but on stage, like Michael, he fucking owns it and has the audience eating out of his hands. Why do you think the Rolling Stones have been around so long even without the heavy use of MTV and VH1. I personally dig the Rolling Stones music, but shit even I know Mick Jagger can't sing and I also know Michael Jackson can't sing either. I know he can hiccup like the best of them, this being one of his 'signature sounds'; that and his squeal. And his dance moves; well of course again he was the consummate entertainer. I do believe his dancing inspired....well....other 'entertainers' in the pop world like your Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears and well, pretty much anyone in the 'Pop world' that utilizes dancing as a means of distracting the listener (and observer) of their lack of vocal range or lack of depth to the words they are saying.

I honestly believe that Michael was probably one of the most understood, yet misunderstood and unfortunate people in the world. Due to the way he was raised (or claims to have been raised) it sucks to think that you were robbed of a childhood. I'm sure everyone can look back on theirs and probably wish they could go back there. But Michael, poor guy never wanted to grow up because who wouldn't want to be a kid and have the means and funds to do ANYTHING?! Shit, had I been abused and afforded almost anything in the world, I probably would be 50 and never want to grow up either. So I honestly don't blame him for being the misunderstood eccentric individual that he was; I really don't. But I do think that somewhere along the line, someone should have stepped in and honestly helped him. But that help never came. I do believe that pretty much everyone around him was a parasitic creature in his life and that just kept the shit storm that was his life in full swing.

I don't want to delve too deeply into this but my stance is simply this; he was a public figure, he was rich, he was probably mostly misunderstood, he was in essence a victim and lastly he was just another human being. Human beings died all over the world the same day that he did. Some were murdered, some died of natural causes, some died in a war, some died by accident, some died of starvation and some died of disease. Why are we only celebrating one person?!? I don't care if you sold more records than there are bibles in the world (not that I'm religious, that's another topic for another day), it makes you no more important than a starving child or an innocent victim. I respect the fact that Michael was a grand (to my understanding) humanitarian especially in the field of monetary donation because when you reach into your pockets AND give of YOUR personal time, that speaks volumes, to me at least.

So really all the fanatics and whatnot, I just can't wrap my head around the idea of feeling this overwhelming sadness like they do. If my favorite artist died, I would be upset. But it's a part of life. And why is my favorite artist not being honored in the same way, in a gold casket at the Staples center? Just because Michael didn't touch me (no pun intended) the same way another artist did or sell as many records, he or she is not to be honored in the same way publicly? That's why I'm so opposed to all the charades. And I honestly think that all those fake-ass people that performed and spoke at his memorial are full of shit. People will do anything for exposure. It was like a giant bucket of crabs and watching them all climb over each other to get out of their shit-hole and into the limelight.

Amazing what fame and money does to people. Not even death amongst them deters them. So rest in peace, gloved-one. You may or may not have been guilty of the crimes you were accused of doing and although I have a faint belief that you were guilty, I have no ill-will against you (since you're now gone, nor have I really ever), I just abhor your fans.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

In a Perfect World....

I think I found a picture of myself in a past life. Most don't know, but next to dogs, my favorite animal is an elephant. People fail to realize how awesome these creatures are. And yes, as a child, I loved Dumbo. Get off my back. But I do love me some elephant ears (funnel cake) when I make it out to a fair.

You Have No Choice But to Choose

I've argued practically all of my pessimistic life (not including when I actually was an optimist) that there is black and there is white. I mean even gravity proves this; if you balance something on any ledge or flat surface, etc. and it will eventually fall to one side or the other. So with that in mind, heed this message.