Edshugeo The GodMoor

More relics of my childhood gone. Farrah Fawcett, ex-wife of the Six Million Dollar Man, Lee Majors and one third of the original Charlie's Angels. Though a seventies icon, I feel like her hair ruled the 1980s along with David Bowie's, whose hairstyle evolved into moderate (early Howard Jones) to ridiculous (later Howard Jones and Billy Ray Cyrus) mullets. Fawcett's hair found it's place primarily in the realm of metal bands and the women who populated their videos.

Her death, like Shek Kin's a little while back, will be overshadowed by a larger celebrity death (which could work to the favor of her family/loved ones - Less papparzi scum).

Michael Jackson's passing is gonna be felt around the world. Allah is smilling on the hardliners in Iran, cuz the news media is distracted big time. I consider myself a fan of his (and his brothers) work up to about 1980 (or whenever Off The Wall came out). Most of the world prefers the Michael Jackson of Thriller and Bad, obviously, and that's fine. Any other time, and I might have something to say about that.

I worry about the circus that's to come, though. A fight for custody of the kids? Creditors laying siege on his estate? The final fate of the Beatles publishing catalog, or is that already taken from him? I see myself not watching CNN for a while.

Labels: death, media, music, nostalgia, tv