When celebrities die, people change. There are 3 groups, the casual fan who is pretty upset but it's not taking over their life, the SUPER upset fan who mourns as if the person is a close friend/family member, then there are the people who say they don't care, many of which want other people to stop caring when they demand it. I fall into the first group. I liked Michael Jackson's music, and defended him when I thought he was innocent. I didn't own his entire catalog or anything, but there are a few songs on my ipod. But what I have thought about since finding out he passed away, are the times my mom and sister and I would watch Friday Night videos on TBS in the 80's and seeing Billie Jean and Beat It. I remember being so terrified of Thriller. I remember singing Heal the World at my 6th grade graduation. I remember a night in New Orleans with friends at some brightly lit, walk up pizza shop and dancing to Rock With You. When musicians die, it reminds people of the memories they had when listening to their music. Regardless if you liked him or didn't, his death is going to be a big story for a while, and that's to be expected. He was a big star, and people are sad. No one is saying EVERYONE should be sad, but don't be angry when other people are. He was someone's child, someone's father, someone's brother, someone's friend. But, I mean hey, I wasn't really moved when Kurt Cobain died, but whatever, a lot of people were. Talent is subjective. Let's respect people's feelings.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Posted by Unlikely Oilfield Wife at 11:13 AM