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Where and when

You know those "where were you when..." questions? Those were my first thought when, going down an escalator at Liverpool Street Station, two drunk guys in suits going down the stairs beside us asked us if we'd heard that Michael Jackson was dead.

A few stations later, C. could check the news. It was uncertain. We overheard snippets of conversation. "He's dead", they said, nameless, looking at their phone and talking to neighbors and friends. By the time we made it home, the BBC was willing to commit. I am so rarely conscious of news stories as they develop. Also, very few random people ever pause to pass on news items.


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Jun. 25th, 2009 11:27 pm (UTC)
It's very odd, isn't it?
Jun. 26th, 2009 03:12 am (UTC)
I'm currently doing an internship as a hospital chaplain. I will always remember this day on account of the woman on the psych ward who interrupted my conversation with another patient to ask me to pray for Michael Jackson's soul. Weird.
Jun. 26th, 2009 06:36 am (UTC)
The most "where were you...?" celebrity death for me was Princess Diana's in 1997, because the rumours started flying around about the car crash in Paris during the Hugo party at LoneStarCon II in San Antonio.
Jun. 26th, 2009 09:08 am (UTC)
i was greeted with the announcement when i got to my desk this morning - apparently there'd been two copies of the Metro today and i'd grabbed the one with Farah Fawcett's death (not Michael Jackson's).

it's very o.O
Jun. 26th, 2009 03:00 pm (UTC)
It's all very strange: it's not like I spend a lot of my life thinking about Michael Jackson these days, but they've been playing his songs, and they're still completely hardwired into my brain.
Jun. 27th, 2009 04:27 am (UTC)
Should any future progeny ask me where I was when I heard, I will be able to say that I was playing word games on Facebook because Craig was making me watch the NewsHour with Jim Lehrer. "That's right, Mommy heard it on PBS!"
Jun. 27th, 2009 01:40 pm (UTC)
I've been slightly weirded out by the news, in that MJ was neither young enough for his death to be SHOCKING! (and therefore, somehow, dramatically likely); nor old/frail enough
for there to be a media deathwatch in progress - I'd have been less startled in a way if Spears or Winehouse had died.

I admit my first thought was probably, “wow, that estate sale is going to look like the last scene of Citizen Kane.” This morning, however, Jackson’s death, or the rather the events around it, feel less Wellesian and more William Gibson-esque.
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