MJ Public Memorial Lottery

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It dawn on me. Many people all over the US, and not to mention the entire world, are wanting to witness and pay homage to the final rites of the king of Pop this coming tuesday, July 7th. Hundreds upon thousands of people registered and cross-fingered hoping they'll get the call for the priceless tickets. Some are even taking long-haul flights or long drive just to be there.

And here I am, a local resident of Los Angeles, living at the heart of downtown LA where I can easily tell if something's going on at the Staples Center at night for its bright search lights illuminates the sky, a stones throw away from where I live just by looking from my bedroom window and yet not daring to go?

Sound stupid don't you think?

Michael's music, particularly the young Michael's era, is close to me. I grew up listening to them all. So it's a big loss on my music part of life in a way when I heard of his passing. Deep inside I cried for him. For he was like many of us. He was just a regular little boy from the industrial side of town in Indiana where everybody has to work so hard to earn a decent dime. He didn't have a childhood because of all these. And so to hear him sing, belting and moaning and screeching his high pitch notes is just purely magical.

And then the magic died.

I could easily just watch the memorials in the comfort of my house with a good 42" flats but why? The least I could do is to go out there, walk even for miles and tens of downtown blocks and pay my respect to Michael, and the magic his voice taught me to love and appreciate good music.

So long, Michael. Peace.