Whitney Houston. Rest in the place where Song Birds go. It’s sad that some step out to trash her. I don’t like her type music really nor pursue the purchase of it but I knew most songs written about and, of course, I knew “I will always love you.” annnddd …..oooohhhh I wanna DANCE with somebodyyyyy…..
I didn’t even really care sooo much for Whitney but like the rest of the world I went to see “The Bodyguard” and came away thinking she was a fairly talented lady with a gift of remarkable proportions to give. So. I don’t care what she did after that. I care about the people who did not help her. Why was that? Because I remember the lady performing as live as I will ever be able to see her now because her chances are used up.
I could have ignored it because I’d heard the song at least as many times as everyone else. But I watched. You know she could have phoned it in … but she didn’t. She actually brought me to tears. Every fiber of her being in that song, each piece of her heart, truly a queen before these overdeveloped divas came along. Whitney was the queen of that which these folks will always strive but fall short of being. So… I wish good thoughts to those who loved and cared for her. And to her and her beloved daughter.
I wish she had kept on until the chance was right. She just released a platinum album in 2009, surely an accidental overdose?? Some said some unkind things towards her. What a shame. I don’t judge them but for all the terrible things I heard or she might have done, I remember sitting in a darkened theater, kinda bored, not expecting much, BEING SURPRISED and then .. meserized … and rapt, as Whitney, as herself a SUPERSTAR, took the stage and with every cell in her body gave her gift to the world. Why can’t that be enough for people?
With Respect, Ms. Houston. God Speed.
ORIGINAL POST
I’m a quick learner and fast on the uptake but there’s a place I only go slowly or when I absolutely have to. Being a sensitive person, I like to be careful about the amount of sadness I let in … so I tend to keep it at arm’s length.
I finally picked up a copy of This is IT. What a point of the gun robbery on a dark and lonely highway where you should have felt safe anyway.
I don’t even want a trial.
The guy from Australia made me cry …. I wonder what all those people are doing now.
(Obviously I wrote this before the trial began or ended and that now is what it is…) But here is Kenny Ortega, while waiting for the release of the movie, “This is IT”, talking about his friend, Michael Jackson. A touching, informative interview.
Anyway, before this place turns into a graveyard while I try to make it a place where things that interest me and maybe someday legal issues find their place …. I have to put all the “obit” type things in one place.
I know Michael isn’t the most important person we’ve lost lately. But people greatly neglected to give him credit for his extreme talent, love and kindness. I never believed Michael was a child-molester. It was pretty obvious … first they tried to destroy him; who bravely stepped up and raised her voice but the legendary Elizabeth Taylor?
She stood next to him and never left and loved him like her own …
Who was torn down next? Why, if your guess is Elizabeth Taylor you are absolutely correct.
I don’t care if you have every bias under the sun, hate music, despise pop, would rather die than listen to a “child molester” sing … turn on “billie jean” and keep from tapping along … whirling through your living room … BEAT IT … BEAT IT…..
but save the thriller for my precious memories of my beloved Godson whose one-gloved dance through my living room became the stuff of family legend … and so, it came naturally as I am finally watching “This is it”…
(took me much longer to watch “Titanic” Jack and Rose jokes sailed over my head for over ten years until I gradually watched it, getting to certain parts and stopping it and then finally after five or so false starts, the hooks stayed in and I managed to keep it in the player and not pause)
…. that the aforementioned sticky post for “obit” type stuff be centralized here.
Michael Jackson, like him or not, is woven throughout my memories of my beloved family and early TV where he appeared with his brothers on some show and captivated the world and later captivated my favorite family member.
In fact, my Godson brought up Thriller and Beat it and I got that album and surprised him with it next time he came over, plunked it on the victrola (lol) thingy,and just sat down and watched with never before delight as he bopped to it and slid around and moon-walked in damned good imitation of MJ. Got him the black jacket and searched for the glove …. He had all the moves down and I mean “DOWN”, hand gestures, the one-gloved point and jab ….
There are things God gives you, special places and gifts, exquisite treasures which he knows you will need. So, when the beach was taken away from me for years .. a place I couldn’t go .. I had these gifts to open. Wrapped years before, bow wilted with the passing of years, but waiting.
It’s pretty sad MJ didn’t get to roll about with this show. Extraordinary. There is no other word except for fabulous. Or spectacular. Mesmerizing.
The difference between Kenny Ortega’s face while passing the waiting line of dancers from around the world, auditioning for a chance to bop onto the state with MJ. Some just wanted the chance to audition…. considering it one of the great honors of a lifetime.
So, through a mixture of sadness, memories and gladness for these gifts left behind in the newspaper packaging tied up with strings … just go pick up a copy of THIS IS IT >>>
a glimmer of what might have been.
“you labled me .. I’ll label you .. so I dub thee unforgiven..”
Hopefully, I’ll hold down the outrage over early and unnecessary deaths but hey .. it’s all part of all of us. Even those in denial.
Protection
For Gangs, Clubs
And Nations
Causing Grief In
Human Relations
It’s A Turf War
On A Global Scale
I’d Rather Hear Both Sides
Of The Tale
See, It’s Not About Races
Just Places
Faces
Where Your Blood
Comes From
Is Where Your Space Is
I’ve Seen The Bright
Get Duller
I’m Not Going To Spend
My Life Being A Color
[Michael]
Don’t Tell Me You Agree With Me
When I Saw You Kicking Dirt In My Eye
But, If
You’re Thinkin’ About My Baby
It Don’t Matter If You’re Black Or White
I Said If
You’re Thinkin’ Of
Being My Baby
It Don’t Matter If You’re Black Or White
I Said If
You’re Thinkin’ Of
Being My Brother
It Don’t Matter If You’re
Black Or White
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