http://www.onpointradio.org/2009/06/michael-ed-and-farrah On Point is a live, two-hour morning news-analysis program, produced by WBUR 90.9 and NPR. Sat, 21 Nov 2009 21:01:09 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 http://www.onpointradio.org/2009/06/michael-ed-and-farrah/comment-page-1#comment-20758 Joe B. Mon, 06 Jul 2009 13:17:33 +0000 http://www.onpointradio.org/?p=14616#comment-20758 You were the greatest singer, dancer, and entertainer ever Michael. Thanks for all the great memories. We'll miss you. God Bless. Rest in Peace. You were the greatest singer, dancer, and entertainer ever Michael. Thanks for all the great memories. We’ll miss you. God Bless. Rest in Peace.

]]> http://www.onpointradio.org/2009/06/michael-ed-and-farrah/comment-page-1#comment-20740 Ellen Dibble Mon, 06 Jul 2009 00:51:40 +0000 http://www.onpointradio.org/?p=14616#comment-20740 I think what happened to Michael Jackson is what happened to certain banks: He got "too big to fail," and as Americans we idolize that status. Once he got really "big," about the time Reagan came along, we all thought we would rise along with the other boats. It was like breathing hydrogen, giving us little squeaky voices and making us want children to vindicate us, the children our mothers had wanted us to be, white and pixie-faced. Then we strove to look like those children, so they would claim us as their own. Oh, it was the end of an era that shattered like a dream, first the banks, then the auto industry, then the synthetic and instantly recognizable "face" of it all. And I don't have much civil to say, except I never caught any melody from Michael Jackson, nor do I see his "moves" as much different from those people do "anyway," including the moon walk you do when you are dropping your plate of salad on the floor. I think what happened to Michael Jackson is what happened to certain banks: He got “too big to fail,” and as Americans we idolize that status. Once he got really “big,” about the time Reagan came along, we all thought we would rise along with the other boats. It was like breathing hydrogen, giving us little squeaky voices and making us want children to vindicate us, the children our mothers had wanted us to be, white and pixie-faced. Then we strove to look like those children, so they would claim us as their own. Oh, it was the end of an era that shattered like a dream, first the banks, then the auto industry, then the synthetic and instantly recognizable “face” of it all.
And I don’t have much civil to say, except I never caught any melody from Michael Jackson, nor do I see his “moves” as much different from those people do “anyway,” including the moon walk you do when you are dropping your plate of salad on the floor.

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