This has proved to be one of the saddest couple of weeks that I can recall in a long time – several icons from my lifetime have moved on. It has caused for me to reflect on the now and to remember much of what I have set aside in the database of memories in my mind.

I was in elementary school when “Charlie’s Angels” first aired and how inspiring this was to me as a young girl, always enamored with the beautiful arsenal packed beauty with heels and the utmost style, who was so unassuming by their role. Whether she’s a secret agent, police woman or a private eye there was always the dream to be an Angel; the frosted blond Farrah Fawcett , bold brunette Jaclyn Snith or no fear Kate Jackson. Icons in time that I can fairly say impressed me with a fondness for a “no nonsense” attitude. I have this mindset to this day.

Charlie’s Angels 1976

Just two years earlier in 1974 I had experienced another phenomenon of electric volumes that ironically inspired me with a number of things that I have kept close to my heart;

1.) The love for really (and I mean really) good dance music

2.) Talent, perseverance and persistence is key – a good lifetime foundation.

3.) Always get a good seat at a concert… always… if you need to pay a few bucks extra, then Just Do It!

The Jackson 5

Exactly 35 years ago today (07.07.74) I went to my very first concert ever. It was The Jackson 5.

I went with my brother and my cousin at the Circle Star Theater in San Carlos, CA. I can remember this like it was yesterday.

I vividly recall entering the Circle Star Theater and being excited to be there, we sat in our seats and I thought wow this is great, I can see the stage and my brother telling me that the stage revolves so we will be able to see everything.

Excitement setting in quickly and just when I thought I was in heaven getting ready to see “The Jackson 5!”… suddenly I was quickly summoned into the gates of hell. A group of about half a dozen 6′ 8′ foot tall concert goers with Afros easily measureing 20 inches in diameter sits directly in front of us. The larger of the hairdos aficionado sat directly in front of me thus not leaving me a whole lot of view.

In time the announcer got on the horn and announced the main event, The Jackson 5 came out and it was phenomenal. The lights, the colorful stage, the revolving center and each member of the group in their own color outfit (one in blue, one in green, yellow, purple… you get the point), and the lights on the color coordinated-ness and even the microphone foam was the same color as their outfits. Amazing.

Everytime I hear the song “Dancing Machine” no matter where I am, I immediately recall the concert and the colored lights as Michael Jackson did the robot on stage under the flashing strobe light. It was spectacular and I feel fortunate to have lived in a time where I have attended such events.

As the legends make their foundations with the music or film, each of us will have our own special memory of who these people are and what they mean to us.