
First of all, deep, deep apologies for the long disappearance, and many thanks to those of you who wrote to check in if I was ok. I was, just took off to introduce the family to the new bubby. We are all back, and my thoughts are brimming.
I was one of those people who cried when I heard about the death of Michael Jackson. On the eve of his burial, it's fit to look around and wonder, who will be the legends in our generation of entertainment. I see contenders, but I will admit, I am not impressed. All the potentials have some characteristics of the master, but not all. For instance, when it comes to sheer entertaining capacity, we have some class acts like Beyonce. For new direction in music and dance, we could probably look to Justin Timberlake for the next couple of years (even though recent press has been more focused on his love life than on his career). We have seriously bad plastic surgery and family acts, drug addictions and failed romances but we don't have one living legend, who will roll it all together, and inspire us for decades on end. There was Elvis, and the Beatles, and then there was Michael Jackson. RIP, Michael. There will never be another.
(Thank you for indulging me - this post wasn't supposed to be a tribute. It just became one. Had to get it out of my system, I guess.)




