"A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!"

-Paul Simon-

Michael Shaw linked to this image 6 hours ago tweeting, "When you hear that MJ, like an angel, literally permeates the air in LA...the banners are the least of it." Yes, Amen! And wasn't this what Paul Simon was getting at with "You Can Call Me Al"? Angels in the architecture of the city of angels.

I'd mostly stayed away from any media coverage of Michael Jackson, hearing about his untimely death while visiting friends in Copenhagen. Danish TV 2 news has been running virtually uninterrupted "news coverage," not even picking up the Sara Palin stories which momentarily competed for attention in the US market. But last night the wife and I saw most of the Hollywood memorial spectacle. I prefer just listening to his music, particularly tracks off of Thriller, one of the first albums I ever bought. But last night, another song came to mind, one which I hadn't seen at all referenced by media, family and politicians contesting the right to position the meaning of Michael Jackson's public memory.

While simultaneously half watching the Staples Center Show and surfing You Tube last night I tweeted, "Media et al. devoured MJ to the end. Most appropriate would have been a Thriller from that casket performance of Scream."

I'm plannin' on playin' Palin next.

Photo: Jae C. Hong/Associated Press/ NYT via Twitter.
Originally posted at America Adrift