RIP Michael Jackson 1958 -2009

There's not much I can say to be honest. As I sit here listening to the news reports about one of the biggest influences on pop culture of all time moving on to another plain of existence; all I know is that I am sad... and a little mad.

Sad because Michael was one of the greats. A truly talented performer that could make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up with just one whether he's hitting that high note to start 'Don't Stop Till You Get Enough' or defying gravity with that lean in the Smooth Criminal video. And I am mad because the media who have hounded him for the past six years are now trying to sympathise with those of us who loved him. For anyone trying to learn how to be truly ungenuine - just watch the news being reported right now.

Anyway, I don't want to be negative...Michael maybe gone but he will live on for all time through his music and the memories he left the people of my generation. The moonwalk, the ingenious videos, his voice and of course the amazing music. So much of my childhood had Michael's music as a soundtrack. I still remember dancing, with two of my Childhood friends Robert and Nana, to Thriller in their living room trying to get the moves down - we were only about nine!

So here's to you Michael, you rocked my world and were one of the artists that made me fall in love with music. You were taken from us far too early, but I guess one of your own songs can express it much better than I ever could...

Guess who's back... your boy is back!

So I know I've been pretty silent for months (ok completely silent) I thought it might be a good idea to come back and blog again. There were a couple of reasons why I stopped writing but the big one was that I felt nothing around me inspired me. (plus I have no job so nothing to distract me). Since I last blogged, I've realised three things:

1. Losing your job makes me question whether you can actually do anything else
2. Jeremy Kyle is a guilty sin that you can become addicted to - watching Oprah is like my rehab
3. I've finally realised inspiration comes from within - the outside world is merely a catalyst

So with those things in mind and to quote a wordsmith more talented than I - "Yeah ma, your dude is back, maybach roof is back. Tell the whole world the truth is back"