The difference a year made

Dream with me.

“This is It” tour has been a huge hit.

Michael delivered once again.

His 21st-century” Thriller”.

British fan finally “can get their satisfaction” which the Rolling Stones couldn’t.

At Music Award show, young fan would once again be thrilled and hold up the sign “This is it”.

A year without the spill, stimulus spending and sadness of heart.

They said the cinema was a great escape for men during the Great Depression.

The projector, the screen and self-projection.

When Michael Jackson was on stage, he danced with precision, passion and triggered the prance in each of us.

Hard to stay still. He was there when we first loved music. And someone with that consistency and concentration deserves fan’s devotion.

He was our priest, and Pop our religion.

Now that the Priest was gone. Pop lost its icon.

And that was it.

The year went by, not uneventful, but there was no rhythm.

Just random happenings, without any choreography.

Victory has been secured because leaders know how to tap into the emotion of the troop (call it morale if you like).

Men marched to the drum beats even to their deaths.

Yet for the past year, the music died. Moon walk ceased, moon exploration toned down.

Life is what happens when you were busy planning it (was it John Lennon who said this?)

So Dream # 9.

The priesthood is calling, enlisting, looking to anoint  the next talent, who can string together the 7  notes, flirt  with the camera and lighting  in our 3-D world.

4-G is here. Where is the content? What’s on TV? This is it?!? Where is our next Michael? Elton John? Lady Gaga?

I am going back to YouTube, and type in “It might be you” then. “I have been passing time, watching trains go by, all of my life”.