Stranger in Moscow

Up until now, I've been patting myself on the back for My Low Key Approach to the death of Michael Jackson.  Admittedly, I did enjoy reading all the salacious little tidbits like when they took his wig off after he died, there was only 'peach fuzz', or was it 'peach fizz' underneath? Sounds more like a non-alcoholic cocktail than something that might grow on a person's head, don't you think?

When the news broke, I was at school. I suppose I'll remember that forever, like I remember where I was when I found out Elvis was dead (lining up for crap food at a cafeteria at University) or when JFK died (in bed in my family home being minded by my Grandmother, who burst into my bedroom with the news. I was shattered, which seems odd since I was only ten & definitely Not an American) 

When I found out about Michael,  a deeply respected fellow colleague who will remain nameless so she doesn't appear heartless, immediately reminded me that he was a pedophile & therefore not worth mourning . I was instantly relieved.  

I went about My Life thinking that I'd gotten out of  Michael's death unscathed.  I didn't watch one single thing on TV about him. I watched Nature Programs instead.

Until last night. There was absolutely nothing on TV which is always a continual source of amazement to me considering the hundreds of channels that my television claims to have. So, I was forced to watch the last few minutes of 'Larry King Live'. At first, all I could do was stare at Larry's appearance & marvel at his hair. Now, that's what I call, 'Peach Fuzz'. Then I realised that he was talking about Himself & Michael. Larry gave us a blow by blow description of every time he'd ever met him, including the time he attended one of Michael's concerts at some huge stadium & could only see him with the aid of binoculars. If you can count that as a time you 'met' someone, then I can safely say that I 'met' the Beatles because I went to one of their concerts when I was eleven. 

Anyway, Larry whetted my appetite for more . So, I turned to MTV , who of course were Milking Michael to the Max. I watched song after song. That's what always happens to me when I watch those music stations. I say to myself, 'I'll just wait & see what the next clip is', & then it's five hours later & I'm still watching them. 

Most of them were pretty good, although I found myself Slightly Sneering at the ever-present wind machines blowing up a gale & Michael's persistent Christ-on-the-Cross pose in 'Earth Song'.

But my mood totally changed when they played, 'Stranger in Moscow'. 

I couldn't believe it. 

Here was the song that totally summed up how life has been for me in the eleven months since Mr. Ex-Middleaged left.

'How does it feel?

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

When you're alone & cold inside

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Stranger in Moscow

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Stranger in Moscow'.

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