Church Choirs, Indian Warriors, Giant Birds, Beautiful Peasant Children; Farewell, Soul of Whimsy. Goodbye, Mr. Jackson

I'm sad. Michael Jackson is dead. That nation is in mourning.

Like so many others, my sense of loss comes from the fact I associate so many of my 25-year-old life's memories with his songs:

• Riding in the back seat of my mother's car listening to Man in the Mirror as a 4-year-old
• Him beating the shit out of a car during TGIF as an 8-year-old
• Listening to Scream as loud as I could on my DiscMan and thinking, "My family really makes ME want to scream!" as a middle-schooler
  
• Asking the hipster bartender at a Hipster Bar in Bucktown (that I wasn't cool enough to be at- a Gap wearer and all) to play Will You be There after several beers and a shot of Jameson -- two weeks ago
• Dancing the Free Willie Dance (standing in the middle of the dance floor with one hand in the air) to Will You be There (played in my mind) after a few more beers --- later in the evening 2-weeks-ago

I'm not going to touch on the child molestation allegations, other than I don't think he did it.

I hope he is someplace wonderful...

Hookers with a Heart of Gold; A Musical

As you know, I have plans. Big beautiful jingly plans. Plans to write a musical - played on recorders and rubber band shoe box banjos - about sweet, lovable hookers with hearts of gold.

And, I believe we are going to see lots about hookers in 2010. Hookers = trend on the rise. Also, pay attention to things that sparkle. I'm just saying...

Example 1: Of this trend on the rise.








For the recap, Big in '10 - Hookers and Sparkels.