THIS ONE IS FOR YOU KATHERINE
So my friend Katherine emails me last weekend and asks me why I have not written about Michael Jackson.I brushed it off as ,yes ,it was sad news but it just had not hit me yet.
This morning my future daughter in law Steph emails me about this Doppelgänger going around the banks in Carleton Place impersonating me and even carrying on conversations with Brooke Guthrie about my sons future wedding.Darn Doppelgängers..Brooke swears it was me.
So I look up the word in Wikipedia and read this.
Doppelgänger ( pronunciation (help·info)), or “Fetch”, is the ghostly double of a living person, a sinister form of bilocation.
In the vernacular, “Doppelgänger” has come to refer (as in German) to any double or look-alike of a person. The word is also used to describe the sensation of having glimpsed oneself in peripheral vision, in a position where there is no chance that it could have been a reflection. They are generally regarded as harbingers of bad luck. In some traditions, a doppelgänger seen by a person’s friends or relatives portends illness or danger, while seeing ones own doppelgänger is an omen of death. In Norse mythology, a vardøger is a ghostly double who precedes a living person and is seen performing their actions in advance.
Great, I am going to be following Jackson’s footsteps next and thought about how many Doppelgängers Michael had .Suddenly I had the urge to go watch some of his music on youtube.I watched song after song while I packed and got really sad. Every time I played one song I could relate to where I was and what I was doing.I lost touch with his music after his shenanigans and never looked back.I embraced Madonna, Spice Girls,and a whole lot of dance music including my favourite, Lady Gaga now.That is not to say I do not like other music.Most people that know me know I hold no devotion to one type of music.I love it all.
My stores Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles (1974-1997) catered to all sorts of music people.I had the huge WALL OF SHAME behind the counter where celebrities had signed something and we taped them all to the wall and it was a almost like a tourist attraction.Some of those people were nice ,some not so nice.I remember one day some members of Metallica graced the store and I asked the singer James Hatfield if it was fun being a roadie as I didn’t recognize him.He really went off on me and I simply said,
“Well I guess I am not on the guest list tonight”
I think my very first crush on a musician besides The Beatles was Leonard Cohen.I was taking fashion design classes in Montreal in the 60’s and would sit in the CNR railroad station for hours and read his books.I played his songs on the piano and just sing and sing in my cat scratching voice. I just hoped one day he would walk by me sitting on that bench that I sat on every day waiting for my ride home.Yes, in my dreams,I dreamed he would come up to me and say he had been looking for me all his life and that I was his new Suzanne.:)
Twenty two years later I was sitting on a plane going to Los Angeles to a Music Convention and there he was.Leonard was sitting in first class and I changed seats so I could sit in the aisle seat and catch a glimpse of him every time the stewardess moved the curtain.Granted he was sitting with a 19 year old who I knew was not his daughter and figured that was his Suzanne du jour,but my heart was just jumping.
I got off the plane and waited for my luggage and there standing next to me was Leonard and his ahhh ‘muse”.I held nothing back.I grabbed his hand and said,
“Mr Cohen I have worshiped you since the 60’s.”
He smiled and said,
“My dear the years have been kind to you”
(insert car brakes here)
Years??
Yes , it had been years.Just like Michael Jackson.It has been years and years of growing up with Michael.Every song made your toe tap and now I am sad,very sad that he has passed.Michael’s music has been part of my life and always will be.If you do not miss him now you will some day when you hear one of tunes.
Moonwalk on Michael, we will miss you.
Linda Seccaspina
copyright 2009
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