Showing posts with label michael jackson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label michael jackson. Show all posts
8.01.2009
Right-on news coverage
This article by the Los Angeles Times' Steve Lopez is what I considered right-on coverage of the Michael Jackson memorial service. I especially appreciate his take on Al Sharpton and CNN's "bulletin" (and look close for a nice jab at Rick Sanchez).
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7.16.2009
Yikes...Michael Jackson, hair on fire
The video of when Michael Jackson's hair caught on fire while he was filming a Pepsi commercial has surfaced on the Web (see it with an article at USAToday.com). This has drawn immediate questions about Jackson's painkiller use, etc., but all I have to say is, how do you not know when your head is on fire? And apparently his dance moves put out the flames. Yikes.
Maybe it was the Holy Spirit coming and anointing him.
Maybe it was the Holy Spirit coming and anointing him.
6.26.2009
To: The King of Pop
Michael Jackson was before my time, but lest I miss the boat completely, I checked out some of his stuff on YouTube tonight. After watching him own the stage, and listening to a little Billie Jean, these words came out.
I mean no harm, and excuse the juvenile obviousness.
To: The King of Pop
(She says I am the one)
(She says I am the one)
You were standing on the top of Babel
Face pointing up toward the sky
A fedora tipped on your pointed visage
Millions to turn you to white
You had made this screaming tower
With the skills of your gloved hand
A Ferris wheel, a sequined jacket
Glittered full in Neverland
(She says I am the one)
(She says I am the one)
But even now at the top of the worship
The tallest tower is not so high
They cheer and writhe, they crow and love you
They wither yet, you sink and die
For up you go, on the steepest Babel
With sound-strung walls, with room to fly
But even when you stretch the farthest
Your well-built Babel can't touch the sky
(She says I am the one)
(She says I am the one)
(Maybe you're not the one.)
Michael Jackson does the moonwalk
And another version...hmm
I mean no harm, and excuse the juvenile obviousness.
To: The King of Pop
(She says I am the one)
(She says I am the one)
You were standing on the top of Babel
Face pointing up toward the sky
A fedora tipped on your pointed visage
Millions to turn you to white
You had made this screaming tower
With the skills of your gloved hand
A Ferris wheel, a sequined jacket
Glittered full in Neverland
(She says I am the one)
(She says I am the one)
But even now at the top of the worship
The tallest tower is not so high
They cheer and writhe, they crow and love you
They wither yet, you sink and die
For up you go, on the steepest Babel
With sound-strung walls, with room to fly
But even when you stretch the farthest
Your well-built Babel can't touch the sky
(She says I am the one)
(She says I am the one)
(Maybe you're not the one.)
Michael Jackson does the moonwalk
And another version...hmm
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