I anticipate today and the rest of the weekend will be filled with the usual Dateline and CNN perspective pieces looking back at his life and death. I will probably watch some of it because no matter how over saturated the media coverage can be it's still fascinating. One picture from the array of transforming images and you are mesmerised. One note of his music brings back a flood of memories to the millions of people he touched all over the world. But today I am thinking of a more personal MJ memory.
In 2001 Michael Jackson performed two concerts in New York City that were eventually edited into a television special. The concerts were memorable for a variety of reasons. It was where David Guest met Liza Minnelli and their short lived train-wreck of a marriage began. Whitney Houston looked so emaciated during her performance that rumors swirled of "possible drug problems". And of course it was a Michael Jackson tribute concert so every celebrity on the planet wanted to be involved. Unfortunately I did not get tickets to the concerts, but out of the blue I got a phone call that made up for missing the shows - I was invited to the VIP after party at Tavern On The Green! I was working at Sony Music and from time to time got invited to some pretty swanky events, but this one topped them all. At most parties there is usually an exclusive VIP section for celebs, execs and those that do not mingle with the masses. But this party was one giant VIP section. Celebrities roamed freely without the usual blanket of publicists or body guards. After all, tickets were so hard to come by it was A List only which put everyone at ease. Another factor for the jovial mood was the carnival theme of the party. Some fabulous event planner had completely transformed Tavern On The Green into a mini Neverland with carnival games, giant stuffed prized, and sticky sweet food. Music from the Wizard of Oz was playing when you walked in as we were greeted by replicas of the Munchkins who danced and mingled with the crowd all night. Honestly it was a little creepy because it felt like a little boy's birthday party. I don't want to get into all of the allegations that will forever haunt MJ, but I will say as much fun as I was having there was something odd about the tone of the room. Not in a sexually deviant way, but in a sad way. It was clear MJ constantly surrounded himself in a childlike environment. But on this night I was not going to over analyze it, I was just going to enjoy it.
After bumping into Susan Sarandon in the ladies room and chatting it up with Sam Jackson by the ball toss I headed to my table. We had the tickets of an ΓΌber record exec and ended up sitting at the table right next to MJ! To see him that close was a jarring experience. He looked so frail, pale and exhausted after the concert and yet he still talked to fans and friends. I was once again torn between extreme delight in being so near to one of my childhood idols, and extremely sad for this odd man-child before me. But once again I chose to focus on the fun of the moment. As I am writing this post I realize that will always have these split emotions when I think of MJ. The happy and the sad, the amazement and bewilderment, the awe and the confusion. But I will always treasure this night, his incomparable talent and all of my MJ memories.
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