This IS it!

Saw Michael Jackson's "This Is It" doc tonight. Excellent film. I thoroughly enjoyed it. But it reminded me of newsreel of passengers boarding the Titanic. They were all happy and hopeful and had no idea it was all going down.

These young dancers who get cast out of thousands of hopefuls talking on camera about how "Thriller" came out when they were like 5 years old and how they danced around to and and here they are going to be in a show with Michael. (If only I could have told Agnes deMille about my similar experiences with the "Carousel" album...)



Just such a talented man. He just had it in his marrow. As well as other things, I guess.

But this IS it. I have to remember that. Every minute of every day is IT. And I have to say it was a good one today. I am enjoying the lighting of the early morning in the west village and the sky and the silhouette cut outs of the New York skyline from my window. This IS it.

Farrah Fawcett meet Michael Jackson. He'll Be Trumping You

I am now going to jump on the blogosphere wagon and write about Michael Jackson. But not really. That has been done to, er, death.

Yes, he was an INCREDIBLE talent. Wow. Just will not be replaced. He will be in the Elvis, Beatles Genius Pantheon for sure.

But what he did to poor Farrah is not to be forgiven. That girl made a video and struggled and he died on HER DAY. Couldn't he have done that to Ed McMahon and given her her moment in the...light?

How amazing that word goes out on Facebook that Farrah has passed after a long, long illness and all are sad and remember her fondly and then TMZ comes along and...SMACKDOWN! KAPLOWIE! Michael Jackson is in a coma and suddenly dies and Farrah is a footnote like the passing of some post-war professor of physics in the New York Times.

Sure I don't expect to be remembered beyond those who know me personally, but Farrah, if I were her, I would expect Farrahwells for days from adoring fans, etc.

But even an Angel cannot compete with the Gloved One. Her poster was no match for his album sales.

I wonder if they ever met. How odd to be introduced, "Farrah, Michael. Michael, Farrah. You'll be dying on the same day."

It reminds me of when Robert Mitchum decided to die right BEFORE Jimmy Stewart. BAD career move. WHAM! Robert was NO match for George Bailey in the tear and remembrance stakes.

How do you plan ahead?