Thursday, June 25, 2009

Pop goes the King of Pop

Okay, so I've laughed at Michael Jackson a fair number of times - not at his music, though. He was one of the best in the Pop genre -he frequently pushed the envelope with ease. It may not have been my thing, but whatever it was, he did it well. It was the hair and the face and skin jobs, his wacko behaviour and the thing he had (allegedly) for little boys. Feel a twinge of sadness now that he's at the pearly gates of heaven.
Here's a little piece I wrote inspired by him in the mid-eighties, when he was at the height of his career and I was just embarking on mine. Goodbye Wacko Jacko and thanks for all the fun!

Once upon a time there lived a black queen who had a mulatto step daughter called So White. He disliked her with a passion because she was far prettier than him, and all his gay friends became straight the instant they saw her. This made him feel like the odd man out, a terribly uncomfortable feeling if you really think about it.

After a great deal of sleepless nights alone, he hired a punk to lure her into the depths of Harlem, and to do away with her there. Once in Harlem, So White’s womanly intuition took over, and she escaped. The punk didn’t bother to pursue her, because, as the old Harlem maxim goes, 'Why chase girls when you can chase cocaine?’

So White clambered up a rusty drain pipe, pushed open a window, and tumbled into a room belonging to an acid group called ‘The Dwarfs’. The seven men – Junky, Dopey, Stony, Drunky, Hippy, Snorty and Cokey accepted her immediately as they desperately needed someone to play the tamborine because their woman, Moll, had taken off with a New York Philharmonic cellist. And So White took to them instantly because she saw in them the realisation of her favourite fantasy : Seven at one blow.

The Queen happened to see her playing at his favourite gay bar in the Bronx, and immediately made enquiries. Having extorted her address, he injected some more female hormones into his veins, singed his hair, wore white socks with black shoes, dark glasses, and, armed with a syringe containing an overdose of heroin, he rang her doorbell determined to mainstream her. The minute she opened the door, he shot the needle into her arm, and sang ‘Beat it’. On returning home that evening, the Dwarfs found her lying in a stupor. ‘Dipsomaniac broad’, snarled the disgusted Dwarfs (no doubt due to the influence of their strict mormon upbringing). They dragged her out into the porch, and set out in search of a tamborine replacement for that night’s gig at Brooklyn.

A few days later, America’s chart-buster Prince, happened to stumble over So White on one of his nostalgic walks down Harlem. He fell over and in love with this mulatto vision, and rushed her to hospital. Several hours later she opened her baby blue eyes to find him perched at her bed side. ‘Who are you?’ she whispered weakly, ‘Prince’ was his modest reply. ‘Oh you’re shamming’ she chuckled, ‘and cute’. Upon which he French kissed her, and she passed out again, but for a shorter period this time. After their marriage and subsequent divorce, they lived happily ever after.


Rash said...

LOL! Where was this published?

And honestly, never thought I would feel sad or even something remotely like that at whacko jacko's death but the music was part of my growing up years and it's like someone saying, there you're officially old now. All those symbols of your youth are popping it and fast.

rupagulab said...

In a youth mag called Vibes - Namita Gokhale was the editor. And yes, it is sad that he's not around to entertain us anymore but never fear: I have a very strong feeling that the lunatic fringe will do a 'Wacko Jacko hasn't left the building' (a la Elvis).

deepika said...

Hi Rupa, how are you doing? Me going to study at Bangalore, in IIJNM (Print Jounalism). And i'm so scared as the days are coming near. I don't get along that well with everybody, hope my life ends up safely then onwards.

rupagulab said...

Chin up! I'm sure it will be great fun. And, as I've said before, life isn't a popularity contest - all you need is just ONE good friend to feel good about yourself!