Of Pop and Posters

by Jonathan 2 Comments

June 25. The day bits and pieces of my youth fell away like so much old paint on a sun-beaten windowsill. Michael Jackson and Farah Fawcett, both of them gone. I didn’t think much of it at first. Just more in a long line of famous people coming and going.

The King of Pop

The King of Pop

But it’s more than that. Those personalities were fused to my childhood like knee patches in my Toughskins. I wasn’t a huge fan of either celebrity or the knee patches, but both offered some sort of buffer. The celebrities softened the edges of the pains of growing up. The knee patches, well, they were indestructible barriers between my knees and grass stains. (It was odd how the Toughskins would break down around the everlasting patches.)

I remember listening to Michael Jackson’s She’s Out of My Life on Casey Kasem’s Top 40 while playing in the backyard. He broke down with a sob at the end. For some reason I can’t forget that. I remember watching the Jackson 5ive cartoon. I remember sleeping over at my friend’s house, a bunch of eighth graders listening to Thriller in the dark when it came out.

I remember Farrah’s famous poster (though I didn’t know it at the time) hanging in my brother’s room. I remember seeing that poster at the Glen Rock Firemen’s Carnival, just waiting to be won by some kid who could pop the right balloons or knock over the milk cans.

Farah Fawcett

Farah Fawcett

I remember playing Charlie’s Angels into the twilight during summer. I never wanted to be Farrah, only because everyone wanted to be Farrah. Sure, I was a boy, but I loved the way those ladies broke bad on the villains. Who wouldn’t want to be able to do that?

More recently, a friend of mine got a gig as the sound guy for Michael Jackson’s latest tour. He said that if he did his job well, it would give him the leverage to name his price for future sound jobs. Michael Jackson was still a big deal.  “Before his death, Jackson had announced a 50 date sell-out This Is It comeback tour, in London, England (Wikipedia). Not too shabby. Michael Jackson still did it for millions of people throughout the world.

I don’t know that there is some deeper meaning here; I just was amazed that people I took for granted in their heyday, people I didn’t follow inentionally, could leave such a lasting imprint on my memories.

Comments ( 2 )

  1. ReplyTeresa
    I remember all that, from the Jackson 5 up, and especially recall watching the music video for Thriller when it debuted on MTV. [I'm so bloody old, I was plugged in front of my TV when MTV first went on the air.] Thriller was the one and only Michael Jackson album that I ever purchased and I love listening to it to this day. I haven't seen this much excitement over a pop star's death since Elvis died. I wanted Farrah's haircut when I was in high school and never missed an episode of Charlie's Angels, because finally, FINALLY there were women out there kicking bad-guy butts all over the place. They proved that women would be beautiful, intelligent, and tough. That really meant a lot to me as a young woman growing up in the South (proud member of GRITS here - that's Girls Raised In The South, by the way). Farrah Fawcett was an amazing actress who never really received her due, and I was blown away by her performances, especially during the last ten years. I really admired the dignity with which she handled herself during her illness. I think I will miss Farrah most of all.
  2. Replyjenniferneri
    "I just was amazed that people I took for granted in their heyday, people I didn’t follow inentionally, could leave such a lasting imprint on my memories" Exactly what I felt. Totally unexpected.

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