Friday, June 26, 2009
In Memoriam Wacko
In fact, I feel equally speechless about poor old Wacko. His music was not the soundtrack to my life, though the mutations of his physiognomy did provide endless fascination. The Simpsons episode in which a Jacko imposter was feted in Springfield in spite of the fact that he looked nothing like the man himself struck me as very profound. Who was Michael Jackson? Neither he nor anybody else seemed to know. What else is there to say? Again I leave it to you
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A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
Ah Jacko, we hardly knew ye. Or indeed, what ye were.
ReplyDeleteA string of seriously funky hits, then two decades of twaddle and silence. Now and again unmemorable whisperings from behind dark glasses.
As I remarked over at TofE, it's a bit like hearing about the death of Mickey Mouse. Sad though, but then what isn't, eh?
Thriller is a brilliant album, I remember playing it to death as I passed my driving test, got my first car and headed straight for Yugoslavia, cheap and sunny I calculated rightly.
ReplyDeleteNot surprised by his death, the human body can only take so much. My wife who works in cardiology talks regularly of 20 and 30 somethings whos hearts give up the ghost on drink, drugs and fat in the fast lane.
But the Wacko headlines where funny, it always makes you feel good that the rich and famous are just, if not more messed up as the rest of us.
The press are doing another fine job in wall to wall Wacko instead of the real tragedy in Iran, but I suppose its a much easier story to cover.
Not a lot to say on this really. The jokes about boys will come out and the OTT accolades. Oh well.
ReplyDeleteGambo said he was in the top ten of recording stars no matter who the other nine were. I started to count them off, as you do, Elvis, Beatles, Dylan, Sinatra (does he count? more a live cabaret act, possibly?), I gave up... who actually cares?
ReplyDeleteHe always had a good voice: not many people know it but he was chemically castratoed. it's not perfect like actual surgery but it doesn't affect your sperm count. He did a cover of Bill Withers' Ain't No Sunshine and that's how I want to remember the boy. God bless.
...does anyone else feel our world's being slowly taken over by Marx brothers?
ReplyDelete"Slowly"???
ReplyDeletecunningly, then. It's Rupert ''Rupo'' Murdoch. of course, nothing to do with the brothers but entirely an Australian trend.
ReplyDeleteI see Gordo has issued a statement. I'm just relieved to know David Miliband hasn't got a Twitter account.
ReplyDeleteThe Moon Sheep, on the lea forlorn,
ReplyDeleteStands and is waiting to be shorn.
The Moon Sheep.
The Moon Sheep munches just two stalks
And to its alp it gently walks.
The Moon Sheep.
The Moon Sheep mutters in its sleep:
"I am the world-space, dark and deep."
The Moon Sheep.
The Moon Sheep, in the morn, lies dead.
The sheep is white, the Sun is red.
The Moon Sheep.
Don't know about you, but I'm looking forward to Nick Griffin's eulogy for him.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if the Iranian government was responsible - they've been driven off the front pages, for a while at least.
ReplyDeleteHe's not really dead, you know. I saw him this morning, sharing a peanut butter and bacon sandwich with his ex-father-in-law.
ReplyDeleteoh michy.. we'll miss you much.. Always sing billy jean..
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