In memoriam, a vid of an NYC subway sing-a-long and dance tribute to the King of Pop. This time last year I was running around the streets of Denver with Noms in disbelief — telling random passerby the sad news. One year later, I appreciate this spirit of celebration and for once, actually wish I was on the L train.
Who knew the L could inspire anything other than barfing in your mouth from the fumes of pretentiousness? Whee! — look how pleased white dude in the blue polo is (also – never seen so many non-white folks and uber hipsters on the L — geez there’s at least 5 of them, you guys!). RIP MJ.