During my childhood years, I was living in the old country (Philippines). Though my childhood was a bit somewhat vague to me, I do remember one of the few things that really made me appreciate what my childhood was like. Though I don’t pay attention to all the Hollywood celebrities (or just plain celebrities in general) today, back then, I was completely in to celebrities in general. Two of the ones that I really paid attention to were the ones who left us today: Farah Fawcett and Michael Jackson.
In the Philippines during the late ’70s, my parents and I used to watch Charlie’s Angels, where I first saw Farrah Fawcett. Of course, back then I didn’t know exactly who she was since I couldn’t properly read back then (I was around 4 or 5-years-old back then… go figure), but I always loved her face. It was one of those crazy childhood imaginations that I had when I wished I was blonde to have her look when I grew older. But one thing I remembered about Farrah Fawcett as a child was the pinup that one of my older (male) cousins had on his wall where she was wearing that one-piece red swimsuit and how he and my other male cousins would often drool at her.
Farrah Fawcett was only a few months older than my mom, and to me, dying at the age of early 60s is still too young for me (I think the “right” ages for a person to die would be in the late 70s and older), and just looking at how she looked like these recent years it seemed to me that she barely aged. She was also one of my mom’s favorite actresses and she looked as if she was going to grieve when she heard the news of her death. May the international blonde bombshell rest in peace.
I just turned 6-years-old back in 1982 when Michael Jackson’s Thriller album first debuted, and it was also my very first album (back then, it was on vinyl LP) of Michael Jackson’s career (though my parents already have some Jackson 5 albums from the ’70s, this was actually a Christmas gift). I got so hooked with the songs and his dance moves (even my cousins tried to imitate some of his moves too) on the music videos that I used to demand my parents to play it on the turntable whenever I felt like hearing it. My entire 2nd grade class also knew the lyrics to some of the songs. “Beat It” was a favorite song to sing back then, as well as “Billie Jean” and “PYT (Pretty Young Thing)“. I was sad that I had to leave my record at the old house when my family and I immigrated here in the U.S. :(
I also liked his fewer new ones in the early ’90s, like “Black or White” and others, but as a person, somehow I lost respect in the artist himself for undergoing thorough plastic surgery to change his skin color to a “lighter” skin so he’d pass on for being white. He was so much cooler in his original color. He just looked simply horrible with that “light” skin of his. I didn’t even pay attention to all the scandals and other hooplas that the media had been hyping about with his bankrupcy to his lawsuits to his child molestation cases, simply because that any celebrity would always run in to a lot of troubles with the public. Even if that was the case, I still loved his music and his performances. Truly he was the King of Pop. He really knew how to entertain people around the world and seriously, his personal life and troubles has got nothing to do with his fans and enthusiasts at all. We’ve lost another “king.” A few years before I was born, we already lost the King of Rock & Roll (Elvis Presley). Today, we’ve lost the King of Pop.
So as we speak, I’m listening to all the mp3s that I ripped off from my brother’s CD version of the Thriller album. It’s my only way to pay my respects and give farewells to one of my favorite pop artists of my life.