.... So, you've probably heard by now that Michael Jackson is dead. I won't comment on his impact on American music and the video scene, his personal quirks or plastic surgery. I'm just going to comment on his impact on my back yard work today.
.... I'm guessing that one of my neighbors in the apartment complex next door is a huge Jackson fan. All day they have been playing his music over and over and over, with their window open and loud enough for me to hear it over my drill. I'm still feeling a little down from my cold yesterday, so I've been going in and out, getting a little bit of work done here and there. Every time I go out the door I'm hit with Jackson's music. I've heard "Billy Jean" at least 3 times. Now, I'm not saying I hate his music. There's quite a bit of it that I do like a lot. But replaying over and over again gives me images of a 20-something girl, laying on her bed in the relative dark, holding a picture of Jackson and crying the day away listening to his music. I could be wrong. She or he could be cleaning the apartment or telecommuting to their job, whilst listening to it over and over.
.... The good part is that I don't hear it at all inside the house. I may still have to clean them, but the new windows rock.