Wow.. haven't been this emotional during a blog in a long time. The king of pop, Michael Jackson has passed away at the age of 50. We lost both him and Farrah Fawcett on the same day. She's also a big shock and I will miss her as well. But Michael is well Michael Jackson. My first thought when I heard he died was "He can't die, he's Michael Jackson!" No one is immortal, except Jesus. That's a different convo for a different blog.
My first experiences of listening to MJ were as a small child, rockin out to Beat It at our next door neighbor's house. Dancing on their dining room table, using a broom to do the Van Halen solo. We idolized him as kids. Michelle had the Thriller era Peechee folder with him in the yellow sweater. I have a t-shirt with the same picture on it in my closet. I found an audio tape a few years ago of my dad's, that he made when we were kids. Michelle was saying her prayers and at the very end she's like "And Michael Jackson, we love you too!"
I remember trying to learn his dance moves from Smooth Criminal. I also remember our neighbor Leslie taping a Michael Jackson special off MTV in the early 90s with all his videos. We watched that over and over, often when I was babysitting her kids. Can't tell you how many hundred times I've seen the Smooth Criminal and Black Or White videos.
Michael did a lot of good for people everywhere. He wrote "We Are The World" back in like 1985 and was one of the lead vocalists. All he wanted to do was love everyone. He was one of the most dynamic performers this world has ever seen, even as a ten year old kid he had "it". That talent, that drive for entertainment, those dance moves. The world has lost one hell of a performing artist, he will be sorely missed. His music will live on forever. Who doesn't love Michael Jackson's music? C'mon now.
