The Man in the Mirror

You can hardly turn the tv on without seeing some kind of tribute show to the late great Michael Jackson.

I was sitting in my brother's room, watching television that Thursday he passed away. I saw the Breaking News thing on MTV announce it and I remember I saw up and my jaw dropped. Michael Jackson died?? What the fuck? Seriously?

I can still remember my childhood, dancing to Michael Jackson songs in our dining room in Hamilton, New York. He was like the coolest person I had ever seen. I wanted to be able to moonwalk so bad but I never accomplished that goal. I played MJ's "Bad" cassette (this was before cd's were popular haha..hey it was the 80's people..) until I wore that thing out. I also remember watching "Thriller" for the first time on television. It was around Halloween.. and I was really young again..and I was completely fascinated by the video, but yet it did give me nightmares about MJ zombies haha. Go figure.

So yeah. I'll admit that I was one of those MJ nuts back in the day. And granted, the guy was a little kooky in the last ten years but you cannot deny his talent. And that's what is important and should be remembered. Not all the law suits and pervy things with little boys.. not his kooky behavior or his skin lightening issues...or his nose jobs.. remember him for being the entertainer he was. He was the fricking King of pop.. he seemed bigger than death..like he was immortal. At least to me. Sadly he wasn't.

This may seem fangirly and overdone, but music is such a huge part of my life. All kinds. So RIP MJ.