Watching you.

Some days I feel I’m in a parallel world within this world, running on different tracks, watching you, separated by nothing else but this. — mcomte

I’ve watched Michael Jackson since I was a teen. Was flattered to get along with his brother who DJ’ed during a summer in St. Tropez, France. But that was when i was 18, gorgeously brown tanned – nothing white and pale as these computer years have brought along – and very much into Disco. I also was still very much into his charm when he released Off the Wall and even though tanked by the public, I loved the Wizard of Oz version with him and highly enjoyed him being the scarecrow.

Whatever happened later to make him change as he did, the music and talent remained. But watching the tabloids have their meals with him and Michael changing as he did, this definitely disconnected me from my former admiration and enforced my strong aversion towards paparazzi’s and the decision that I am very glad to not be famous and that I happily would pass on any spotlight fame, even something simple as a 15-minute newspaper one. Being a public figure is not fun and I have a hard time comprehending anyone seeking it and bathing in it.

I do like what they did on Michael Jacksons website. It is a good way to allow people to say good by. While I am posting this there are already over 1/4 million of comments.