Today was a celebrity death double, one that has not had such star power since the triple of Billy Wilder, Milton Berle and Dudley Moore back in 2002, and before that was Sammy Davis Jr. and Jim Henson back in 1990.
We knew Farrah was not much longer for this world. She fought the brave fight, took it public when the rumors and lies went out of hand. Now, I suspect her family and friends will be able to mourn privately after Michael Jackson's sudden death.
At first CNN was saying cardiac arrest, at the same time TMZ was saying he was dead. It reminded me of when Lady Diana was in her car accident, but we got the sad news much quicker.
Jackson's music and talent are unparalleled. You cannot take that from his legacy. He left behind an incredible body of work.
It's the surgery, the changes of skin color, the trial, the dangling of a baby over a balcony that too many will remember him by. Like me and Elvis. My memories of Elvis while he was alive are of a fat, bloated pill popping has been. Jackson left us as an anorexic pill popping space cadet. It's a damn shame.
He leaves behind a financial mess and I'm wondering what's going to happen to the kids he bought.
I got nothing else but Thriller on vinyl, the cardboard 45s from the back of the box of Alpha Bits cereal were thrown out years ago.