We are Love

All of Us. It's what we're made of.
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• “Today a Legend became a Legend.”

  I wish I’d said that. I didn’t. Kyle Taylor did. And he was dead on.

  I’ll leave the doting and reminiscing about Michael to everyone else on the internets. I know what’s going to be on my stereo all day long, and I’m still amazed at what happened to the streets and people of New York yesterday. From the moment I walked out of work, from the walk home, anyone that was bumping their stereo was bumping MJ.
  
  Yesterday was actually quite a beautiful day. Femi Kuti played in Prospect Park. Everyone was going. Some of my favorite people in the world all in one place. Furiously peddling to make it to the show, I realized no one I was meeting there had set a time, meeting place, or even decided if we were going to watch from inside the bandshell or out. I was all of a sudden more stressed than sweaty in the sticky, 80 degree heat.

  I walked my bike through the masses and messes of people, trying to pick someone out of the crowd. I found Lauren, and I should have known better. All the good people were within 20 feet of each other. Even people I was meeting there that didn’t know each other. Everyone just happened upon the same place. It was perfect.

  Hugs, blankets, beers, smiles, and a tub of Santa Barbara salsa later, Femi had played an amazing show. We got down. We were love, and so much so, the camera didn’t even make it out of the bag. After the show, “I’ll Be There” was blasted through the warm night air. Everybody stayed. Everybody sang. Everybody heard the cries of, “Michael!” ping and pong from every direction. It was like a really emotional game of Marco Polo.

  Like I said. Quite beautiful. And quite appropriate. I haven’t seen much in these short 26 years that rivaled what I saw yesterday.

  Thank you, Michael, you rocked our world.

  26 Jun 2009