The Best Of the Greatest Hits…

Elvis Presley and Costello, Hank Williams Sr., Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, Black Sabbath, Simon and Garfunkel, Stevie Wonder, Queen, Van Morrison, The Who, Crosby Stills & Nash, The Ramones, The Clash, Jefferson Airplane, The Mama’s and The Papa’s, CCR, Fleetwod Mac, Joni Mitchell, Bowie, Grateful Dead, Janis Joplin, The Doors, Bob Marley, Al Green, Funkadelic, The Carpenters, Aerosmith, Meat Loaf, U2, The New York Dolls, Peter Frampton, Blondie, Cat Stevens, Boston, The Allman Brothers, Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers, Marvin Gaye, Elton, Dylan, Clapton, Springsteen, Floyd, Cher, Nick Drake, Curtis Mayfield, Jackson Browne, Carole King, Iggy Pop and The Stooges, The Velvet Underground, Cheap Trick, The Eagles, Bad Company, Patti Smith, The Steve Miller Band, Airsupply, Kiss, Supertramp, Van Halen, Dolly Parton, and John Cougar Mellencamp before he lost the Cougar.  These were the ‘Best Of’ my childhood in the mid-to-late seventies.  They were the stories, tunes, expressions, and concepts that defined my parent’s generation and shaped a musical melody within my soul. 

I just got my promo order from work – Warner Music Group – and there is no denying that while my mother’s generation, neatly filed in the form of vinyl under my vintage record player, has passed its lighter on to my generation.  The music, stories, experiences, and tunes that compiled the growing pains of my generation have graduated into yet another dying format of music – the compact disc – in the form of a greatest hits album.  The Stone Temple Pilots, Pearl Jam, Nirvana, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, Madonna, Michael Jackson, R.E.M., Metallica, the Beastie Boys, Soundgarden, Counting Crows, Oasis, Green Day, the Goo Goo Dolls, Alice in Chains, LL Cool J, Weezer, the Cranberries, Notorious BIG, Live, The Pixies, PJ Harvey, Liz Phair, Prince, Bon Jovi, Duran Duran, Depeche Mode, Pavement, Wilco, The Flaming Lips, Guns ‘n Roses, Def Leppard, Run DMC, AC/DC, Whitney Houston, INXS, The Bangles, Cyndi Lauper, The Cure, the Go Go’s, Wham!, the Talking Heads, Poison, the B-52’s, Motley Crue, Janet Jackson, Eurythmics, Billy Idol, Salt-n-Pepa, A Flock of Seagulls, Culture Club, Boy George, Paula Abdul, Joan Jett, Rick James, Lionel Ritchie, Tone-Loc, The Pretenders, NKOTB, and good lord Bobby Brown.  These are the musical melodies that are supposed to strike a chord in my child (the one I do not have) and perhaps the last physical form of a musical collection (known as an album) that will exist in the world. 

One-offs in a unarchived format with messages of a generation of self-entitled tones.  A greatest hits of the best of digital delusion living on some type of portable drive somewhere that merely pays my salary….that’s the download on a new generation’s legacy. 

I think I’ll lay on my shag rug, beside the records I love, listening to a CD of my youth, under the photographs developed from real film that hang above the Royal typewriter, while I read a book.

Diffident Diary/DigiSphere/I Call Bullshit/Life Times/Media Marvels/On A Serious Note/The Prop Arsenal


R.I.P Corey Haim

Wow, the past twelve months have dealt a hard blow to my childhood crushes.  First Michael Jackson and now Corey Haim.  What gives?!?!

Zack Morris…I hope you’re drug free.

May you Dream a Little Dream, Corey.

The untimely death of 2009!

Today is the last day of 2009, and I feel–like others–that I should speak to it, though words for the year aren’t coming easily. In MY house I sit, thinking of what the year has brought–for one, I bought my first house this year. By far my largest purchase and biggest responsibility to date happened in June of 2009.

As grim as this sounds, 2009 was a year of death it seems. Kicking off 2009, was the death of my 92-year old great-grandmother, Granny Montano in February. The woman had been around my entire life and while I understand that we only have at most a hundred or so years on this world, the thought in the back of my mind was I’ve got 8 more years with this strong woman. When she hit 90, we knew that at any moment she could, very easily, leave our world. When she hit 91, the same thoughts were abound and at 92 those passing thoughts became a sad reality. The day my Aunt Lulu’s number–midday–appeared on my work caller ID, I knew someone had left us and it was her. She passed in her sleep, an ideal passing if there ever was one people say, but I suspect the knowledge of death far outweighs death itself. She told us, for months, she said “I’m dying.” This isn’t an obituary, it’s merely an ode to the longest living relative I’ve ever had and by far the most eccentric woman to ever influence my life.

My mom and two little brothers came to visit me, spur of the moment which totally isn’t in my mom’s nature. They helped me get settled and then ran off to get my brother a new truck. In 2009, my little brother turned 16!!! I remember being fifteen and thinking I would probably die before sixteen and when I turned sixteen thinking the same about eighteen and every milestone age until I reached thirty. It somehow, oddly, stopped; the fear of death before I reach some age-assigned goal. I digress, yet again morbidly.

2009 brought several celebrity deaths, most unbelievable for me and what he represented–my entire childhood–Michael Jackson. MJ was the first African American I had known, well known of, and admittedly I had a crush on him. I wrote many Dear Santa letters for that MJ doll with the red jacket and solo white glove. I even talked my mom into buying me black leather pants once for Christmas, but by then it was the early 90s and I was convinced I was destined to be Alanis, until Alanis Morissette became Alanis and pretty much opened the flood gates to all female angst. That was supposed to be what I did in life, but luckily for me I could turn lyrics into long-winded stories so goes my road to novels. Let’s see, there was Farrah Fawcett, DJ AM, Bea Arthur, Billy Mays, Brittany Murphy (on my birthday at the same age I just turned, 32), Charles Lewis Jr (Tapout founder aka “Mask”), David Carradine, Dominicke Dunne, Ed McMahon, Ed Kennedy, Frank McCourt, Jett Travolta, John Hughes (another creative weaver of my childhood), Les Paul, Natasha Richardson, and Patrick Swayze (yet another childhood figure). These are just the ones in my pop culture zietgeist of 32 years.

My wife tells me I talk about death a lot. As I was taking that in, she informed me that Korean-American suicides in NY doubled in 2009.

Cheers to the end of 2009, raise that glass high and for crying out loud don’t drink and drive.

See you in 2010.

Coincidence; believe it or not?

I read something, actually, my coworker sent me an IM with the link about Michael Jackson’s coincidental #7:
— Michael Jackson signed his will on 7/7/02.
— Michael Jackson’s memorial was on 7/7/09 … exactly 7 years after the will was signed.
— Michael Jackson’s two biggest hits — “Black & White” and “Billie Jean” — were each #1 for 7 weeks.
— Michael Jackson’s three biggest albums — “Thriller,” “Bad” and “Dangerous” — each produced 7 top 40 hits.
— Michael Jackson was the 7th of 9 children.
— Michael Jackson was born in 1958 … 19 + 58 = 77
— Michael Jackson died on the 25th … 2 + 5 = 7
— Michael Jackson has 7 letters in his first and last name.

I, personally, don’t believe in coincidence and I’ll spare you my new age philosophy on reincarnation and signs in life so enjoy this site I found listing even more of these so-called coincidences.

10 More Amazing Coincidences



RIP: Michael Jackson, King of Pop

In a Dear Santa Letter in grade school I asked Santa for a Michael Jackson doll.  On Christmas I was thrilled to unwrapped a doll-size Michael Jackson replica wearing a red-leather jacket, black leather jeans, a white glove, and black penny loafer shoes.

Michael Jackson was the very first person in music that I liked, individual of my parents so he symbolizes musical autonomy in my life.  I couldn’t deny his artistry, style, and the way he made me feel as a child of the eighties.  The pint-sized MJ rocked with me for a couple years until I was able to actually start something of my own music collection.  I put the MJ doll aside as I played the Thriller record over and over trying to figure out why the girl was his but Billie Jean was NOT his lover, and all the while just a pretty young thing that wanted her own ‘bubbles’.

I suppose it’s only Human Nature to feel sadness and like a part of my childhood died as MJ passed away.  There is something to be said for MJ and there is no other artist (Madonna pending) like him and his career…well, you can’t Beat It!

Rest In Peace my childhood friend, though we never met I remember the time.


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