Just Another Tribute

I don’t remember the first time I heard a Michael Jackson song, but I do remember my brothers first time seeing him. It was the super bowl that he performed Heal the World and everyone held up their seats with the artwork on the background. My fathers company had sponsored this apparently. Anyway, my brother saw MJ, with his long hair, and said in front of the whole Super Bowl party currently going on in my parents living room, “Michael is a funny name for a girl.”

I don’t remember the first time I heard his music, but I know his music was part of my growing up, part of my teenage years and his music always makes its way into my iPod playlists. The man was so so talented and while his personal life was a little more than fucked up, Michael Jackson, the entertainer, was a genius with music and with dance and his sudden death is pretty sad.

But I don’t know him, nor do I know Farrah Fawcett, who also passed away yesterday. While it is sad that I will never see MJ in concert, its not like I’d be seeing the MJ from the 80s, when he was on top of the world. The thing that gets me weepy though, was watching the 20/20 special on Farrah Fawcett.

Listening to Ryan O’Neill talk about her and how much in love he was with her, how he would visit her every single day and it didn’t matter if she woke up or not, just being with her was all that mattered. That kind of love and devotion is heartbreaking. I’m never good with seeing other people suffer, with seeing people so in love with someone they lost that they just can’t bear the pain. That? Breaks my own heart. (You should see me during movies. Crying. Like. A. Baby.)

We lost two icons yesterday, and one icon at the beginning of the week. I guess what they say is true–these kind of things come in threes. RIP Ed, Farrah and Michael.

For your enjoyment, my personal favorite MJ song from when I was younger: