King of Pop

Because this blog is kind of like my journal I just wanted to make a little post about Michael Jackson dying. It's really kind of goofy in that I even care. Usually the lives of celebrities don't affect me in the least but his death has kind of put me into a mood where I am thinking about being a child and my formative years.

I was about 7 or 8 when I first became aware of a world outside of mine in terms of music, style, fads, etc. I think Michael Jackson was a major part of that world.

Beat it was so hot. It was one of the first songs I ever learned the words to. In fact, I remember my mom bringing home the album on vinyl from the library. We danced and danced and danced and danced to that record for literally hours and hours.

That album was great full of incredible songs. Beat it! Thriller, Billie Jean, Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'... That was a good use of vinyl!

Another memory I had was of spending the night at my cousin Kristina's house. She had the poster of MJ in his yellow sweater on her wall above her bed. I think it was this one:

Every night before we would go to sleep we would jump on her bed and kiss his cheek and tell him good night. Ah, youth...

Anyway, as freaky and nutty and wacko Jacko got I am still going to miss his musical contributions. I think he was really talented and in a league of his own. I am glad to have lived in his moon walking, sequined gloved, crotch grabbing time.