2009-10-21-BFP523-kissingboothe


523 Kissing Boothe.

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I was struck by a thought the other day.  I don’t know if it should be considered odd, but anyway…  Which Michael Jackson is the world going to choose to remember?  Young Mike?  Teen Mike?  Ghost Of Jacob Marley Mike? 

I’m pulling for Michael from The Wiz.  I think that was the best “version” of Mister Jackson.  He was happy, had this regular face, and was prepared to ‘ease on down the road’ as it were.  Of course if he had been able to see where the road was taking him I think he might not have danced so gaily to his fate.  No amount of cajoling from Nipsey Russel could have made me head towards Neverland if I could see that future. 

The reason I thought of this was that there’s big money made with the images of dead celebrities.  I mean, I’ve been seeing Marilyn Monroe’s tits since I was a teenager, and she was hella dead long before I came along.  I was one when Elvis died, but he’s been so omnipresent in my life that if no one had never told me he was dead I wouldn’t have guessed it. 

Now I’m no great fan of Michael Jackson.  Some of his songs were catchy, especially Thriller, which gets stuck in my head every time I even think of it,  (Like now.) but I don’t own any CDs or anything.  Maybe you’re wondering ‘why should I care?’.  Well, I care because I know that he’s going to become inescapable, just like Elvis, and if I’m going to be forced to see him painted on velvet then I want to see young Mike singing soundlessly at me.  If I came across a velvet painting of Ghost Mike, in a dark room, I’d likely wet myself before realizing that he hadn’t come back from the grave to sing me a medley of his greatest hits.

Now is the time when we, the public, have a chance to affect the decisions of those who will proffit from Jackson’s image.  I urge you all to avoid purchasing items with old Mike on them instead picking up mugs, posters, and velvet paintings of young Mike whenever the mood moves you.  Together we can change the world, make it a better place, for me and for you, minus old Mike’s scary face.