I'm thinking of making my return. I'll start with this—evidence of me partaking in one of my favorite things, with one of my favorite people. Beer with Katy a few weeks ago. And the bartender labels us appropriately. We were amused.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
A Comeback
I remember when I started this blog a year and a half ago. I was excited to share things that amuse me. I wrote. I posted pictures. I hyperlinked. I told five people about it. And then, what happened? I got lazy? I stopped being amused? Who knows.
I'm thinking of making my return. I'll start with this—evidence of me partaking in one of my favorite things, with one of my favorite people. Beer with Katy a few weeks ago. And the bartender labels us appropriately. We were amused.
I'm thinking of making my return. I'll start with this—evidence of me partaking in one of my favorite things, with one of my favorite people. Beer with Katy a few weeks ago. And the bartender labels us appropriately. We were amused.
Friday, June 26, 2009
MJ
My first concert was July 1984. My parents took me and my brother to Arrowhead Stadium to watch the opening show of the Victory Tour. Michael Jackson was already a beast as a solo artist, but it was the last time the Jackson 5 toured together. I was 6. I don't remember the set list or the performances. I can't tell you what Tito yelled out or what they wore. I do remember lots of lights, a hysterical crowd and a force of energy coming from the stage. My 6-foot-4 father lifted me on his shoulders so I could see. I remember seeing the Michael Jackson t-shirts on our way out. I wanted one. They were all too big.
I went home and studied my parents' Thriller album. I sat in the living room next to the record player and listened to it for hours, staring at the centerfold photo of Michael cuddled with a tiger cub. He had the skinniest wrists.
I remember the day my father brought home a Bad cassette for me. I wore it out. I sat in front of the mirror in my bedroom singing "Man in the Mirror" as earnest as I could. My favorite video is "Smooth Criminal." That lean amazed me. As a performer, he was beautiful. His moves, his apparent ease, his ability to command so much on stage from so many different kinds of people all over the world. Everybody knew Michael Jackson. I know the words even to the songs I don't like.
I cried when I heard he'd died. I wasn't his number one fan. I was never one of those hysterical girls on the verge of fainting over him. I never had posters or the jacket or the glove. But I did love Michael Jackson. I think it's because of him, when it comes to music, above all else, I want a great pop song that you can dance to.
I went home and studied my parents' Thriller album. I sat in the living room next to the record player and listened to it for hours, staring at the centerfold photo of Michael cuddled with a tiger cub. He had the skinniest wrists.
I remember the day my father brought home a Bad cassette for me. I wore it out. I sat in front of the mirror in my bedroom singing "Man in the Mirror" as earnest as I could. My favorite video is "Smooth Criminal." That lean amazed me. As a performer, he was beautiful. His moves, his apparent ease, his ability to command so much on stage from so many different kinds of people all over the world. Everybody knew Michael Jackson. I know the words even to the songs I don't like.
I cried when I heard he'd died. I wasn't his number one fan. I was never one of those hysterical girls on the verge of fainting over him. I never had posters or the jacket or the glove. But I did love Michael Jackson. I think it's because of him, when it comes to music, above all else, I want a great pop song that you can dance to.
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