Everyone knows about MJ's passing. A man who had certainly lost my respect, but who at one point was someone who merited being on my birthday cake. I was reminded last night that there is some photographic evidence remaining somewhere about my MJ obsession. The man had some serious musical talent. That is a fact. R.I.P., MJ.

We got some ice cream from a truck last night, and the man selling it wanted to talk about MJ. I think we were on the same page. Then on the way to dinner, I grabbed a print copy of The Onion. Sitting at the bar of the restaurant, instead of reading articles, I said something like, "Let's look at what's happening in New York that we're missing tonight." Here's a good show, we're not going to that. Here's a good show, we're not going to that. Oh look The Phenomenal Handclap Band is playing at Santos...

An 11pm show on a school night is a bit much for this grandpa, but we decided to give it a try. I forgot New York 101: an 11pm show means 1230am show. But we toughed it out and enjoyed what we saw. Groundbreaking? No. Fun? Without question. One of the warmup DJs remixed MJ's The Way You Make Me Feel. The band asked for a moment of silence for MJ - which, since it's New York, was not fully honored and was interrupted by two people saying "F*ck MJ." Those people, I imagine, do not have a lot of friends. Then on the way home, I heard MJ being blasted, and smiled. I didn't notice, but was later informed, that 100 people were in the street dancing to the music. A great talent has left us. Pics below.



Today's status: sleepy.