eric paul owens

How surreal things must be there

Its Hard to Express...

It's Just really hard to express the emotions I felt today. Of course it is not the same as the complete shock and destruction of my father dying...and yet it is a tremendous blow to me. I have only ever felt something similar twice before. I remember crying on my desk into a crumbled newspaper containing news of Jim Hensen's death. I don't think any of the other people in my sixth grade class really understood what was going on with me. And crying in the basement over some paint on the day that Ronald Regan passed away.

I think growing up with your father away a lot you look to others for inspiration. These three men inspired me and taught me different things. They vastly effected how I see the world around me. And though I would never meet them they were as close to me as a family member. When Michael went through the scandals in the court I could do nothing but support him, no matter what the reality of the evidence in front of me said. I could no sooner turn on him than I could one of my brothers. While I typically in the past have been accepting of off color humor about the scandals surrounding him, today I found myself reactionary, removing people with rude posts from my various social lists, and even getting snippy with people in real life. Today was not the day to mock him. Today was a day to mourn.

My art, my sensibility in everything about me I find ties to MJJ. My love of dance comes completely from him.

Tonight a very close friend and I went out to celebrate Michael in the best way I know how. A local bar was having 80's night and we went out to dance. In the torrential rain the bar felt pretty dead, but at 11:40 when the DJ started to spin Billie Jean the dance floor filled with people. People sung it allowed and danced for all it was worth. This continued through Off the Wall.

There are some kind words from people close to him like Madonna and Liz here.

I spent time on my own with his music today. I probably will for a bit this weekend. I still find myself wanting the headlines to all be mistaken. It has not sunk in yet. It will though.

Rest in Peace

Rest In Peace, Michael Jackson. You will always be the one true King of Pop

It is impossible to overstate the influence on me and my work that has come from Michael Jackson.  I have been and will always be one of those crazy fans that you always hear about.



Flawed as he might have been he was one of the most truly gifted and original artists of all time.  I will miss him, and I will mourn him.

MJJ

We've been together for such a long time now
Music, music and me
Don't care whether all our songs rhyme
Now music, music and me

Only know wherever I go
We're as close as two friends can be
There have been others
But never two lovers
Like music, music and me

Grab a song and come along
You can sing your melody
In your mind you will find
A world of sweet harmony

Birds of a feather will fly together
Now music, music and me
Music and me


Michael Rushed to the Hospital ---- My sincerest hopes are with you mike.

Viva La Revolution!

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