Last Updated on: 9th July 2013, 04:25 pm
Oops, nothing got posted yesterday. Oh well, there’s not really much any of us can do about that now. I was going to throw something up here last night but I came down with a madass migraine that kept me from doing anything other than laying on the couch and trying not to cry. My head still hurts and I hardly got any sleep last night because of it but at least the pain has gone down some. Hopefully it keeps going down and hopefully I can grab a nap at some point because bad headaches and loud music aren’t friends, at least not in my experience.
Yes, tonight is a night of beverages and concerts in my neck of the woods. A friend and I are going to see
at a local bar. If you’re not familiar with 3MDM, and let’s face it, you probably aren’t, they’re without question the greatest cover band I’ve ever seen. Not only do they put on an amazing show but they’re super nice guys as well. Hell, the first time I went to see them the lead singer bought me a beer. How cool is that? And to top it all off, you don’t have to pay to get in. All you pay for are your drinks and food, mostly drinks in my case. Seems to be the way most people who go handle things, especially the Scottish guy who gives you a shower every time you talk to him. Oh well, he’s a good guy too and I don’t even mind him. Don’t worry, he’s not part of the band, he’s just a fan of there’s. So if you see that they’re coming to a place near you, go, you’ll have fun. If you don’t have fun watching those guys, you my friend are a complete idiot. Maybe that’s a little harsh, but there’s definitely something the matter with you if you can’t enjoy a 3MDM show.
Ok, on to music of a different kind. I’m not sure what to make of this whole Michael Jackson thing. Part of me wants to believe that he didn’t do anything wrong since I grew up with Thriller, but part of me recognizes that the guy’s a fucking freak and should probably rot somewhere. Then there’s the part of me that understands his fascination with kids, and trust me, it’s a really small part. But just think about this for a second, Michael Jackson had no childhood. By the time he was 5 years old his nutcase Dad had Mike and his brothers made into international music sensations. Touring the world, making albums, doing TV specials and all sorts of other public appearances isn’t really normal, especially when you’ve got a father like Joe running the show. So in a way, it almost makes sense that Michael gravitates towards children, he’s trying to live out his childhood vicariously through others. It doesn’t give him the right to feed any of them the flesh lollipop, but it’s a good solid psychological reason for him to act the way he does. If you think I’m talking out of my ass here, just remember that the guy lives in a fucking theme park. If that doesn’t scream nutty guy trying to hold on to some shred of being a kid, what does? As for him being a nutty guy, how could he not be? He had nothing resembling a normal life, ever. He didn’t grow up and become famous, fame was thrust upon him from day 1. He had no choice and to him, he’s not weird at all, everything he’s doing is as normal as going to the grocery store.
And I really wish that the media would simmer down a little bit. I don’t need a blow by blow acount of every moment of this saga, so to speak. The fact that Michael is working out the details of his surrender while taking a shit at a Burger King in West Virginia isn’t really of great concern to me. Tell me he’s a wanted man and put on the weather. I don’t need all the comments on the case from other Hollywood stars either. Surprise surprise, they’re all supporting him. I can’t see how this would surprise anybody, I mean come on, just look at some of the people who call Hollywood home. To find a bigger group of perverts and weirdos than that you’d have to get comments from Congress.
So the bottom line here is that I’m not sure if I should feel sorry for him or disgusted by him. I’m thinking that the right answer is somewhere in the middle, which is probably where my final opinion of this whole situation will end up no matter how it turns out in the end. But Michael, I’m rooting for you, I want you to be innocent. I want to find out that you didn’t give anyone a Thriller, because that would be Bad. But if you did, I’m just glad that the kid is not my son. This case is far from Black Or White, and if he can get himself cleared of these charges while being guilty all along, he’s a Smooth Criminal for sure. But I suppose that all that’s really important is that when all this is over, he can still look at The Man In The Mirror and like what he sees. By the way, if any of you reading this Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’, that’s what the comment boards are for.