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I remember the first time I ever saw Michael Jackson. I was 4 years old and I saw the video for Billie Jean on the television. I was amazed. Sure, I was 4 and the “magic” sidewalk that lit up when he stepped on it probably made my little brain explode but still… I remember being completely enamored. People take this for granted but, at that time, there weren’t very many people on television who looked like me. In fact, as I later learned, Billie Jean was the first video of a Black artist to ever be played on MTV. I remember trying to sing along, as only a 4-year old can, and thinking that he was the coolest thing I had ever seen. After the video went off I started throwing a little mini tantrum because I wanted the video to keep playing.  Inexplicably, the complexities of music video rotations were beyond my comprehension and I fully expected the video to play in an infinite loop.  In an effort to settle me down, my cousin gave me the Thriller album cover and I remember staring at it for the next hour. (Probably expecting it to come to life like the magic sidewalk…)

Sure, I know you might be scoffing at my Stephen Glass-like memory. But it’s the honest to blog truth. While there is no question that Michael was beloved the world over, his status in the black community (particularly in the early days) was almost mythical. He was just a poor black kid from Gary, Indiana who went on to become the biggest star on the planet. His greatness gave a lot of people something to aspire to.

While I grew up listening to his music, it wasn’t until later in high school and college that I became a die hard J5 fan. In college I had a radio show and during each show I would a large portion to “old school” classics. Aretha, Marvin, Bill Withers, The Jackson 5, etc…  Michael Jackson was one soulful little boy.  His voice on Who’s Loving You is so raw and emotional that you almost forget that it’s a 11-year old singing the song.  Even at such a young age, his talent was undeniable.

I always felt that the real tragedy of the Michael Jackson story is the fact that fame basically ruined his life.  Sure it’s easy to talk about what a freak he was (believe me I’m guilty of it too).  But can you even begin to imagine what it must have been like to grow up Michael Jackson?  How alienated and alone he must have felt.  So without bringing up the well publicized tragedies that followed him later in life, I’ll just say that he’ll be missed.

Michael Jackson was without question one of the greatest entertainers who ever lived.  He changed the face of music and his legacy will survive long after his death.

Following the success of SNL Live the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre put on 30 rock Live. I went to try and get tickets but to no avail. Within the first 5 minutes a seemingly nice guy comes out and goes: Sorry, none of you are going to get tickets, there are no standbys. A few people leave…maybe 4 or 5 but the rest of us (for whatever reason) stay in line. 10 minutes or so later a different guy comes out and yells:

YOU ARE STANDING IN A LINE TO NOTHING! THERE ARE NO MORE TICKETS! PLEASE LEAVE!!

Ha! Well, that was all the motivation I needed to head over to Momofuku for some delicious noodles. However, during the time between the Guy #1 and Guy #2 a lady comes over and is interviewing people for CNN. She’s trying to get folks to talk to her and the girl standing next to me volunteers. It went something like this:

CNN Lady: Didn’t you hear the announcement? Why are you still in line? What are you waiting for?
Girl: Well…it’s one of our favorite shows and blah…

Too funny! But hey, I was still waiting in line too so who am I to talk? The only cool thing is that about 2 minutes after I got there Toofer, Josh, and Kenneth walked by me as I was standing in line. Looked like they were heading off to get some pre-show grub. For some reason I imagined Toofer would be taller IRL.

Yesterday during an impromptu visit to the Puma store (go figure) I decided to venture upstairs in search of super-cool t-shirts. I pressed the button for the elevator but to no avail. I asked the salesman if it was out of order to which he replied: There’s a celebrity upstairs shopping with his entourage.

On mention of the term “celebrity” I immediately assumed it was some low-level D-lister like Bookman from Good Times. So I decide to risk it and hoof it up the 2 flights. But I was treated to major a surprise as I rounded the final corner of the spiral staircase. Looking me dead in the eye was none other than Mr. Human Beat Box himself!

He was just doing his thing, shopping for shirts and there were a few guys and a lone photographer with him. After looking around a bit, I nodded to the photographer for confirmation that it was indeed Mr. Fresh. He confirmed it and said that I could talk to him.

I walk over to him and say: Excuse me, Doug E. Fresh! He didn’t reply “YES?” but it was still cool. I told him I was a big fan and then he posed for a pic. On the way out I saw MC Shan milling around outside.

See people, this is why I love SF.