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Ease On Gently Down That Good Road

In Don Dissociate on June 25, 2009 at 6:32 pm

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Hard to believe its been almost two months since our last blog. Hard, because the sleepless nights of final exam season an the poisonous sex-blur of early summer parties have made every day since ambiguous and interchangeable. During my sabbatical I spent a lot of time on teh internets, exploring with timid, journalistic curiosity the terrible and perverse worlds of message board subculture. Let me tell you, there are dark places on the web, available for anyone with proxy servers, a taste for strange, and no god to answer to, and I was ready to open the door to all of them for you, my readers. And, then, today happened.

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Michael Jackson is dead.

Prior to this, the most important thing that happened to me today was blowing the mind of a blogger at Geekologie and discovering Oklahoma has had an NBA team for a whole year without my notice (Pros in Oklahoma? Seriously?).

Then came the Facebook/Twitter shit-storm of unconfirmed reports that the King of Pop died from a heart attack. Followed, of course, by reports from all the major news outlets that he was, in fact, in a coma. All, things considered, the coma felt like a miraculous recovery!

Unbelievable. I just watched The Wiz two days ago.

Now as conflicting reports are coming in, and everyone but the media seems to know the truth, I can help but think about this report, which dropped about 20 minutes before the first TMZ report on MJ’s (near?)death went out.

According to the Billboard article, MJ was preparing for his 50 upcoming sold-out shows in London, for which he stood to earn up to $50 million.

“Originally we tried to keep the show down to 90 minutes, but Michael has so many must-do songs in his repertoire that the shows now will be two-plus hours,” AEG Live CEO Randy Phillips tells Billboard”

Knowing the futility of such questions, I can’t help but ask “is that what killed you?” Practicing for longer and longer shows that your fans had already paid to see? Giving your us everything we could want for (what now seems a meager) $115 ticket? Did you die for us? Did we kill you?

Is “Thriller” now viable as an apocalypse-scenario?

-d.

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Note: As I’m writing this the facts are still few. The attitude in Columbia nd elsewhere seems to be to accept the worst.