I am back. I told you I would have to revisit yesterday's jury verdict. Let me start by saying that I DO NOT CARE about this whole thing. I neither own nor have EVER owned any Michael Jackson recording. I can say he has or is that had talent. He did pen some good tunes and could dance, but I have never been into him as an artist. It is that growing up in the 80s, he was big in terms of his influence on MTV and on the "face" of music and videos. Video and MTV type music videos are DEAD and so is MJ's career as a writing artist.
It is not a shock that the verdict went this way. The accusers mother is a bigger whack job than Jacko. He is a freak, as I have stated before, but there is no law against being a freak. It was pointed out to me yesterday, that if you actually listened to him, removing the cynics hearing, he truly could not understand the fuss. This could be due to his complete innocence or lack of guile in such matters. It is not like he has tried to "cover up" sleeping in the same bed as children, who are not his own offspring. Perhaps, being raised in the fish bowl of fame, or a modified Skinner box, he must be judged a little differently. Not that one can condone diddling children or young boys, but maybe, just maybe, his sleep overs were innocent enough.
I do not know. I am beginning to wonder though given OJ, ten years ago, and this now, whether the California prosecutors have some real trouble in making their cases. Thankfully, Scott Peterson, or is it Petersen, was such an asshole and had such poor credibility that they were able to convict him. Otherwise, I think he would be a free man today.
This brings us to the next item on the agenda. Phil Spector. I am thinking they have to convict him. He is white. Did you see his hair in his last court appearance. What is up with that white guy afro? With that head of hair, he has to be guilty of something.
I do not think it to safe to live in California these days, though. For every Scott Peterson they lock up, there have to be at least ten still waiting their turn for mayhem.
I see Michael Jackson resurrecting some semblance of his career playing Vegas. He is not really relevant to the younger crowd, unless they are in his bed, and the older set just loves his 80s work. So there you have it, he plays to the Celine Dion (excuse me as I puke at the thought of seeing her in Vegas) crowd. He makes some money doing his Best of Michael Jackson shit. Everybody is happy as he can claim the King of the Freaks award in Vegas from Siegfried and Roy (as they cannot use that title anymore, what with Roy playing the role of a tiger snack).
That is all for today. Ciao.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
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