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Man in the Mirror

  Okay, some can easily say and be understood when they complain about the amount of coverage the death of Michael Jackson has and is still receiving today.  I never met the man.  I worked in an adjoining sound stage at Culver studios for six weeks in 1987 and his trailer was about twenty feet from mine although it was completely surrounded by a wooden structure erected to keep a sense of privacy even on a security tight Hollywood sound stage. Never saw hide nor hair of the man.  Dick Cavett was convinced he'd had a tunnel dug from his compound to the sound stage south of us to shoot the "BAD" videos.  I knew many who knew him and I just want to say this.  I was 35 years old before the bright glaze of attention brushed by me briefly and I lived and worked and still am working after 35 years as a professional actor on stage, television and most prominently,film.  I would have been cold in my grave two decades ago if I had had four #1 hit records and appeared on the Ed Sullivan show at age ten. Trust me, and I loosely quote Madonna here, fortune beats the hell out of FAME and leaves it bleeding in a ditch. The memorial to this entertainer and humanitarian is over and it is time we move on,but just know how little we, any of us, know, what it was like to live in that man's skin, no matter what color it was.  Enough. RIP M. J. and Thank You.

   Rented "Lets Make Love" to study Yve Montand's french accent in that hideous film he did with the magnificent Marilyn Monroe.  What we do for love, money and attention.  I'm zonked out from 3 hours of CNN and  must sign off to get my beauty rest.  Leaving for Maui in a few weeks it seems... Love to all.

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Hey Cuz! You remember me, Butch's youngest son. Out of everything that I have read, heard, or seen, your thoughts about Michael Jackson really do shed a new light on the subject. Everyone's always talking about what a weirdo he was or either that he was some sort of 'god.' I never thought about what it must have been like to be in the spotlight all your life. My wife is weird enough and she's never even been famous. I am happy to read that you have maintained your 'superior' sense of humor while remaining down to earth in your ability of envision Michael Jackson as a person and not an icon. With Love from Alabama, Mitch Livingston.

 

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