Deceptive fame
Imagine being locked in your car for a full day. Imagine, further, that your musical choice is limited to one artist. Well, obviously there are those who have considered the idea. Some odd results of a search on one of the larger bittorrent sites; all other music has been pushed out of view, in order to pay a posthumous tribute to “the Michael”. Think about that. No other music in view for the last two days.
Not that I recommend such activity, but you could harvest a complete discography in lossless format. FLAC. Only ELEVEN GIGABYTES. I don’t know what to add to such a concept.
Of course, the television is in “all Michael, all the time” mode, and the recent stop at a newstand to get my bus tickets for the next couple of weeks showed that the print world is willing to put his face, in living colour, on the full page of all the papers available locally. Who else could call out that much media attention? Not the Queen, or the President, or the Prime Minister. Something about that King of Pop crown.
I, on the other hand, watched one of the three episodes of Guns, Germs and Steel that National Geographic has produced. I’m reminded why I purchased this volume, and why it might come back on my summer reading list. It’s easy to get distracted by sports or music videos or those annoying infomercials. Or worse, all CSI all the time. We need more history and anthropology to keep things balanced. Unless the CSI team tries to explain what really happened to “the Michael” (since the conspiracy theories are already starting to emerge).
