Monday, July 13, 2009

Smoke


"LOVE is essentially self-communicative: those who do not have it catch it from those who have it.... No amount of rites, rituals, ceremonies, worship, meditation, penance and remembrance can produce love in themselves. None of these is necessarily a sign of love. On the contrary, those who sigh loudly and weep and wail have yet to experience love. Love sets on fire the one who finds it. At the same time it seals his lips so that no smoke comes out."

-Meher Baba

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Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Now they wish they'd given Jack, more affection and respect : "Excerpt From A Global Icon Opera"




My knees, my legs are in a lot of pain as we wait for our first baby to make his first appearance any day now. Joint and nerve pressure, aaahhh! Things they don't tell you about in Yummy Mummy school...

Anyway, years ago, my friend
  • Cliff Malloy
  • who ran more than a few records stores in good ol Santa Rosa, California, turned me on to "Tomorrow" , a semi-obscure 1960s psychedelic rock band fronted by Keith West. Their most well known, eponymous titled album yielded a very interesting hit song, semi mini rock opera called, Excerpt from "A Teenage Opera" (also known as "Grocer Jack")
    It is whimsical, wonderful, sad with an authentic children's chorus.
    The song is referenced in Pete's "Keep Me Turning" off of his solo album, "Rough Mix" with Ronnie Lane. "Oh Jack are you ever comin' back? Will your operatic soul turn black?"
    First season, "In The Attic" fans will remember Pete talking about it once.



    This is the song I had in my head when I woke up today. It reminds me of Michael Jackson and his funeral which is due to start in about a half an hour. I truly believed he would have really enjoyed the song and the sentiment.


    Rest in peace Thriller.

    "Excerpt From A Teenage Opera"

    Count the days into years
    His fifty years brings many fears
    Yesterday's laughter turned to tears
    His arms and legs don't feel so strong
    His heart is weak, there's something wrong
    Opens windows in despair, tries to breathe in some fresh air
    His conscience cries: "get on your feet
    Without you, Jack, the town can't eat"

    Grocer Jack, grocer Jack, get off your back
    Go into town, don't let them down, oh no no
    Grocer Jack, grocer Jack, get off your back
    Go into town, don't let them down, oh no no

    The people that live in the town don't understand
    He's never been known to miss his round
    "It's ten-o'clock", the housewives yell
    "When Jack turns up we'll give him hell"
    Husbands moan at breakfast tables
    No milk, no eggs, no marmalade labels
    Mothers send their children out
    To Jack's house to scream and shout

    Grocer Jack, grocer Jack, get off your back
    Come into town, don't let us down, oh no no
    Grocer Jack, grocer Jack, get off your back
    Come into town, don't let us down, oh no no

    It's Tuesday morning bright and clear
    Lovely flowers decorate a marble square
    People cry and walk away and think about the fateful day
    Now they wish they'd given Jack more affection and respect
    The little children dressed in black
    Don't know what happened to old Jack

    Grocer Jack, grocer Jack, is it true what mummy says
    You won't come back, oh no no
    Grocer Jack, grocer Jack, is it true what mummy says
    You won't come back, oh no no
    Grocer Jack, grocer Jack, is it true what mummy says
    You won't come back, oh no no
    Grocer Jack, grocer Jack, is it true what mummy says
    You won't come back, oh no no ....



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    Friday, July 03, 2009

    Madonna the attention greedy vulture tries to use Michael Jackson's death for self promotion


    Mange called him a 'space alien freak' now she's honoring him?

    Where was she all of these past fifteen years as the "most famous" pop singer when Michael Jackson was being vilified in court? When did they ever duet? Why now is she SO attached to him?

    Madonna did this "look at me too" rubbish when Princess Diana died, crying out against the media driven paparazzi culture she nearly single handedly helped build up with her fame whore/reality MTV life of raunch and stupidity by exploiting Princess Diana's death in a stupid video reenactment of her final hours. Does the press REALLY think she should be given a platform EVERY TIME someone who is more beloved than she is dies? This foul woman who has exploited even her OWN MOTHER's death?

    Did her sleazeball manager, Guy Oseary, really need to announce the very day of Michael Jackson's' death, the unverified plans on her "being part of his comeback?" No one but HER slimy camp has EVER confirmed she was to be part of anything.

    She is simply the sacred media cow, who has trashed Michael Jackson's family repeatedly throughout most of her career, was clearly never his "close friend" , and is also not getting any attention this week for her African child trafficking ("adopt a child and go back out on tour the next week school of parenting") and "pay as you go" relationship, it only makes sense that she would try desperately to siphon attention from Michael Jackson's death by adding a VERY tacky Jackson impersonator to her upcoming tour. All she really knows how to do well is copy and shadow others.

    Madonna is now clearly foaming at the mouth in trying to hijack some of the massive global adoration and ceaseless reverie Jackson is deservedly receiving from world leaders, entertainment industry giants and hundreds of millions of fans on all seven continents. Her fawning lap dog media is stepping in on cue to help her as always, virtually ignoring the truly beautiful tributes that Beyonce (who can sing) gave and The Game's New Song "Better On The Other Side, an ensemble tribute song featuring among others Usher & Boyz II Men

    Madonna never worked with Michael Jackson. She turned down "We Are The World" (thankfully) and Jackson decided to never use her vocals on "In the closet" which is not surprising as she could not and can still barely carry a tune. She has insulted, without provocation, Jackson's family, especially his sisters, Janet and Latoya, on numerous occasions and let's face it; she may be really famous but she has virtually zero raw talent when compared to Jackson. His unparalleled career has dwarfed her's across the boards especially as someone who fought racism within the entertainment industry and who raised the bar as high as it could be raised for popular music, dance, video, film and record producing.

    Thankfully the Jackson family won't buy the BS line of this insipid parasite. Considering how nasty she has been to other women (until she grew too old and haggard to get away with it), how much she's trashed us here in the UK (eg: council housing, NHS etc), never had any emotional complexities play out publicly, and how her media protected image has done nothing but spawn more vulgar , talentless, hair dye Pussycat Doll style acts, she has NO place alongside Michael Jackson's cautionary yet intrinsically positive legacy as an individual.

    And while making a statement is one thing, being the first to hover and circle incessantly, jockeying for world attention when there is a death of someone more famous and beloved like Diana or Jackson is really gruesome. I think its as offensive that the press just lets it go. Her fans are the worst though, like sheep with pre-recorded tape loops in lodged their heads repeating all that 'reinvention' and 'standing her ground' rubbish like automatons. The press from about 84 till about 94, in the states scarcely allowed another white female singer to an emerge and get any press which is the only reason why she is still famous; madonna IS the media in many respects. More so than any performer I've ever seen her exploitative personality is indulged and applauded by the press.

    I didn't see Michael Jackson come out on stage and do a duet with Madonna-ever. Yeah, they were best friends alright. Wasn't she by Micheal's side at court during his child molestation charges? Yeah she was right there...

    To paraphrase Francis Bacon, fame crushes the heavy, complex talents and pushes up the light and airy bits. Queen of POP? Please, she's a puny little desperate fanatically religious wimp who pays for her intimate relationships in cash and who will NEVER be MY Queen!

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    Thursday, July 02, 2009

    Jackson, Entwistle , Moon and The Dark Industry: Part One



    "The person I failed to help is being transferred right now to the LA County Coroners office for his Autopsy. The hardest decision I have ever had to make, which was to walk away and let his fate have him, even though I desperately loved him and tried to stop or reverse it somehow. After the Divorce, I spent a few years obsessing about him and what I could have done different, in regret. Then I spent some angry years at the whole situation. At some point, I truly became Indifferent, until now."

    -Lisa Marie Presley


    Michael Jackson's shocking death reminds me greatly of two of my most favorite people who are now in Rock n' Roll Heaven: John Entwistle and Keith Moon. Like Jackson, on the eve of his death, John was starting a tour that he needed to do for money, that he'd been warned against attempting due to a weak heart and which he would have not missed for anything in the universe. A human beat box and impeccable, fanciful dresser in his own right, John loved to spend, spend, spend money just like Jackson. He loved to party as well. Jackson had huge hands as did Entwistle, when I shook them at The Fillmore in 1996, it was an out of body experience, like greeting a congenial human scale version of Ray Harryhausen's Talos.


    Like Jackson's icon, Peter Pan, Keith Moon never wanted to grow up and never did to the point where his life becoming a raucous non-stop B-movie carnival fantasy with a first rate soundtrack. Perhaps more so than any other performer to date, Moon embodied the Peter Pan spirit that Jackson coveted, albeit tragically. Only one biographer ever caught the fact that he even knocked one year off his age so he could appear perennially as the "baby" of The Who. He died at age 31 or 32 , depending on which biography you consult. Like Michael, he'd been under the care of a doctor who was administering drugs (in Moon's case Clomethiazole aka Heminevrin , an alcohol withdrawal sedative) that are specifically contraindicated for unsupervised home use. Moon also had a recklessly impulsive nature and long history of alcohol and prescription drug abuse, another aspect that his doctor (who was never cautioned following his death) neglected to "look into." Ironically the most physically self destructive of the three (Moon) had the best hope of kicking his addiction and had been obsessed with getting clean, but it was sadly not to be. All three men were unique, living musical legends without equal but most importantly all died looking forward to something wonderful in their lives that was around the corner, they left when they were really on a huge "up" so to speak. Hugely important if you believe in reincarnation, resurrection or even just the positivity of the human spirit.

    I bring them up in juxtaposition to Jackson because, while I loved Jackson's music and the fact that he flickered subliminally throughout my entire life, I'm surprised at how much his death has effected my idea of celebrity and the entertainment industry and how much sadness I feel. In some ways its the last straw, I sincerely believe that the industry and its endless parade of hangers on, enablers and lawyers, consciously destroys the greatest artists via indulgence, ostracism, ass kissing and thievery, while feting and rewarding the mediocre ones who have few personal complexities. I'm also disgusted by how there are those who, even after and during this unprecedented global mourning for Micheal Jackson, seem to think that world leaders and religious figures actually 'matter more' to the peoples of the world than entertainers.

    For all the entities and good people that did try to save Michael Jackson's life, there was one person who sealed his doom while simultaneously siphoning off as much of his celebrity status that he could and still can: Martin Bashir. Martin Bashir reminds me of a type of personality you occasionally meet in the South London "Yummy Mummy & Daddy sect". A self conscious, non-indigenous stock Brit that is silently killing to blend in with this type of affected old school, water tight middle class British attitude that is mostly as dead as the Dodo. More pointedly someone who is, "trying really hard to be white". Martin Bashir's wife is white and he's accusing someone else of having "light kids?"
    Ironically the very thing Bashir accused Jackson of doing in his now infamous documentary "Living With Michael Jackson."

    To be continued



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