I must be the odd one out... since the days of the memorial I haven't cried anymore. And today I just feel extremely peaceful.
I just got back from a Pet Shop Boys concert and something strange happened today. I was reading PSB's Literally magazine while standing in line. Literally is a quarterly mag in which Neil Tennant and Chris Lowe usually talk about their recent music, the music scene, and life in general. well, in this recent one (it's the July issue -- I think the interviews were taken sometime in April/May, 2009)... I came across something that made me do a little double take. in the song notes for their new album, Neil and Chris talk about a beautiful new song called King of Rome (one of my all time PSB favorite tunes)... and they talk about Michael being connected in the writing of it. I am copying the excerpt below:
Neil: I was writing the words for "The King of Rome", having written pretty much the whole lyric, I suddenly thought it could be "The King of Pop" instead. Though I didn't like the phrase "King of Pop" -- "Rome" reads better. But I was thinking what a tragic figure Michael Jackson is, endlessly roaming the world. That's why there's the very puzzling second verse:
"Beneath the moon/a blue lagoon/we glide upon the surface".
It's like arriving in Dubai, and they've built a lake in the middle of the desert -- that's what I was thinking of. Maybe the lake's even in the middle of a shopping centre. Though actually I didn't write that at first about MJ -- it was the lagoon which suggested MJ to me."
anyway, as the concert ended (around 10pm), I found myself curiously at peace as well. it was a good concert with Neil singing some of his most heartfelt tunes as well as the typically PSB dance numbers. I found myself thinking of Michael, about his children, about all of us who seem to be in this together -- for life... about how surreal life really is... and I felt as if a part of me was finally free. even this morning and this afternoon, I didn't feel this way. all the tears had sort of congealed in my throat lately and the hard lump just wouldn't go away. but tonight -- as the night progressed, I felt as if I had found some sort of space within myself, some strange kind of solace.
I was born and brought up a Hindu, and we believe that the soul is at peace at death and roams free and clear of all our earthly worries. that's why we cremate because the body matters little afterward. but maybe -- for whatever or whomever was involved here -- the funeral was needed for us all to finally accept the one thing we haven't been able to accept -- that he is gone.
I am gonna go to bed now and do something I haven't done in a long, long time. I am gonna say a little prayer tonight. I'm gonna take all the hurt, the anger, and the frustration... put them in a little box for a while, and just wish his soul well.
so good night, sweet King, see you on the other side... take care, all of you.
King of Rome:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_12wyOI5Uc
it's this particular set of lyrics that reminds ME of Michael:
And if I were the king of Rome
I couldn't be more lonely
With so much scope to dream and hope
Someday you'll deign to call me
King Of Rome lyrics
Songwriters: Lowe, Christopher Sean; Tennant, Neil Francis
Small man, big world
Lost beyond the pale
I know you inside out
I can tell the tale
Across the sky the change of time
Last night I lost my way
I'm here and there or anywhere
Away from Mandaley
And if I were the king of Rome
I couldn't be more tragic
My fate to roam so far from home
In search of mindless magic
Oh baby come back
Oh baby come back to me
The desert moon, a new lagoon
We glide upon the surface
Night falls fast, no shadows cast
Arriving without purpose
Oh baby call me
Oh baby call me today
And if I were the king of Rome
I couldn't be more lonely
With so much scope to dream and hope
Someday you'll deign to call me
Oh baby call me
Oh baby call me today
I long for your inscrutable pale face
I hunger for your beautiful embrace
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