It's the last day of the decade and who better to ring in the New Year than your old pal, Command+D.
The end of 2009 is nearly upon us, and with it comes the end of the Aughts, or the Naughties as we like to calm them. Yes, it's been quite the decade these last ten years; we don't think any one can argue against the wealth of triumph, pain, genius and depravity that we've seen in the last ten years. But, everyone is saying this, aren't they?
A lot has been said and written about the death of the King of Pop in the last week. People have talked about how much they loved him and how his music has informed their lives, they can remember the first time they saw him on television, the first time they listened to "Billie Jean," how "Thriller" shaped the evolution of music videos. Most of these people called in to E! News or showed up on NY1 over the weekend during Roger-Clark-man-on-the-street interviews. Others have written about how much he meant to the world, how big a star he truly was and how it's really too bad he couldn't have seen all this outpouring of emotion while he was alive. And it wasn't just his dad who felt that way. On the contrary, in fact. Thousands of people tuned into the BET Awards to get a look at Janet Jackson mid-mourning and just about as many lined up outside the Apollo Theater earlier this week to gain entrance to an evening-long tribute.
Come on, Eldrick.