Showing posts with label Liza Minnelli. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Liza Minnelli. Show all posts

Friday, June 26, 2009

The Many Faces of Michael Jackson

Unless you've been under a rock, you know that Michael Jackson has died. I have conflicted feelings about Michael. I'm sorry to see such a gifted performer and musician pass away, but he had a host of troubles that he carried upon his shoulders, most notably being accused of being a pedophile.

The 12 year old prodigy appearing "normal"

This man, who in the end had so many plastic surgeries that it could be considered self-mutilation, was constantly scrutinized and accused of being a pedophile. A troubling and probable accusation. This odd man who had the heart of Peter Pan and behaved much like a 10 year old instead of his age transformed not only the music industry, but his looks as well. It was like a train wreck, you couldn't help but watch his face literally start to disintegrate.

The subtle transformation is taking place

His breathy, high pitched voice along with his hairstyle, lipstick, makeup and carefully arched eyebrows implied he considered himself to be transgendered. When actually, except for the boys; he seemed asexual. Yet, when he danced, he became overtly sexual...his movements were lightening fast and his singing perfectly phrased. But, that is only from the observations of one writer.

The waxy, strange look from too many plastic surgeries (self-mutilation)
He must have had a good heart, as many friends were devastated to learn of his untimely death. But, there is more to the story than the sadness of a child prodigy grown up and dying too soon. As Liza Minnelli and Deepok Chopra told CNN: "I'm glad we're celebrating his life and music now, because when the autopsy comes back, all hell is going to break lose."

His face is a dichotomy. Beard stubble is visible yet his makeup is impeccable along with the carefully plucked and shaped eyebrows. And his nose...what do you say?

Many are comparing his death to Anna Nicole Smith and Elvis Presley. They too, were very sad people who hid their addictions and meds from the public. Elvis even defending his drug use as the drugs being prescribed for him by his doctor. My feelings are mixed about Michael. From all the evidence presented, it seems obvious that he was a pedophile. How do you reconcile your feelings of respect for such a gifted artist when he abused innocent children? He should have been thrown in jail for his actions...I find myself struggling with his choices and how we should remember him. I, too am a dichotomy of my respect and admiration of Michael Jackson. He succumbed to drugs, regardless of his feeling that they were "prescribed."

A true artist.

Surely a doctor wouldn't resort to being a well-paid drug dealer now, would he? Sometimes the almighty dollar is just too tempting. Even if it results in the premature death of those addicted.

Sometimes the almighty dollar is just too tempting.
Even if it results in the premature death of those addicted.
More Musings Later- RIP MJJ

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Nocturnal Musings and Such...

Well, another Thanksgiving gone by...I thought I would blog about a few things tonight that I am thinking of for some reason or another.



On the lighter side of things: Are you as hooked on "Dancing with the Stars" as I am??? I can tell you there is one dancer on there that tells me if I were 20 years younger, I would be doing some serious swooning. His dancing shoes would replace my Peter Frampton poster for sure.



I'm speaking of Derek Hough. Not only is he a tremendous dancer, he is a musician as well. In Showbiz, this is what is called "A Triple Threat". Dancer, Actor, Singer. For those who don't know his background, he grew up in Utah until the age of 12 and then moved to London to study with his dance teacher. He became a world champion dancer and danced and sang in "Footloose" on London's West End. Derek is very accomplished and is only (gulp) 23 years old. I'm feeling very old......


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Did anyone watch "Rosie Live"?


Oh my God. I watched it while partially covering my eyes with my hands. The first part of the show featured Liza Minnelli. Now, I LOVE LOVE LOVE Liza. Ask anyone. I know everything about the woman. But it pains me to watch her try to dance and sing as she did 20 years ago. I say this with a heavy heart....RETIRE ALREADY. You have sung and danced about your last "Money Tree", "Blue Skies", "Cabaret", and "Liza with a Z".


I know every song in her catalog by heart. Now take your fedora off and peel off your eyelashes. Atta girl.


Rosie - Shame on you...the first rule in the Homo handbook is to always make the gay icons look fabulous. Even if they don't.
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George McIntyre - No, he isn't famous. I guess in his own way, he was famous to those of us who used to frequent his bar, "George's Pub".



When I first met George, I was asking directions to his place while on the road. My partner and I showed up and walked in and there was a very handsome young man with blond hair smiling at us. I smiled back and thought to myself, Wow, the owner of George's knew what he was doing when he hired this guy...he was gorgeous. Definitely a draw for a gay bar.


Imagine my surprise when this good looking guy tells me he is the owner of the Pub!



I remember one year in particular, alot of his regulars had nowhere to go for Thanksgiving. He knew what that was like as he was originally from upstate New York and drove until he "got sick of it" and landed in Nashville. He lived in his car for awhile and finally got some jobs and saved money until he bought this beat up old bar. I remember he would call his sister in Vermont and wish her happy holidays but that was the only family he really had. His being gay just didn't go over in a small town.


Anyway, George asked if we would like to have Thanksgiving at the Pub and bring a covered dish? Sure! Before we knew it, everyone heard about it, and those who weren't welcomed by their families went to George's. There was a tremendous amount of food and everyone was in a great mood. He and I share a favorite song from "The Color Purple" and he and I would quote lines from that movie like it was an addition to the Bible.


He put on the CD and began singing along to "God is Trying to Tell You Something," and if you saw the film...the same message applied on the big screen as in a little Pub in Nashville, TN. Where being yourself wasn't always so wonderful. But, that Thanksgiving, it was.


He died from cancer in 2006.



Happy Thanksgiving, George.



"...You ugly, Miss Celie, you sho' is ugly.../Dear God, I may be ugly, but I'm still here..." The Color Purple





More Musings Later-