When I was a little girl, when I wasn’t asking my mom how to spell this or that so I could write some new story, I could be found dancing. Though my first forays into the spotlight involved Debbie Boone (just picture a skinny little thing with long pigtails singing and dancing her heart out to “You Light Up My Life”), I soon made my way to pop music. And, logically and awesomely, the King of Pop. For me, Michael Jackson represented something magical. How did he move like that? It defied all logic, and mystified me – even this past weekend, as I spent about four hours glued to VH1 Classic watching his videos flash before me – I will always stand in awe of his talent.
Say what you want about MJ – I don’t claim to know what really went on in his personal life, nor do I feel like rehashing it today. What I do know is that the man was talented beyond reason and was a spectacle to behold. And I loved him. I love him.
“The Way You Make Me Feel”, “Smooth Criminal”, “Man in the Mirror”…”Thriller”, for God’s sake. Just think about all the hits he produced in his career – how many can you sing all the words to? How many make you tap your foot, shake your hips, or snap your fingers? For me, every last one of them.
Tell me you don’t get a chill up your spine and immediately start moving your body when the downbeat of “Billie Jean” starts to play at the bar, or in your car, or anywhere, for that matter.
Last week we lost a legend. My world is a little bit sadder because of it. But his legacy is his music and the impact it had on the world. His legacy is the impact he had on me, who remains that pigtailed little girl, dancing around her living room, trying like hell to moonwalk and forever searching for that single white glove. Rest in peace, Michael.
Say what you want about MJ – I don’t claim to know what really went on in his personal life, nor do I feel like rehashing it today. What I do know is that the man was talented beyond reason and was a spectacle to behold. And I loved him. I love him.
“The Way You Make Me Feel”, “Smooth Criminal”, “Man in the Mirror”…”Thriller”, for God’s sake. Just think about all the hits he produced in his career – how many can you sing all the words to? How many make you tap your foot, shake your hips, or snap your fingers? For me, every last one of them.
Tell me you don’t get a chill up your spine and immediately start moving your body when the downbeat of “Billie Jean” starts to play at the bar, or in your car, or anywhere, for that matter.
Last week we lost a legend. My world is a little bit sadder because of it. But his legacy is his music and the impact it had on the world. His legacy is the impact he had on me, who remains that pigtailed little girl, dancing around her living room, trying like hell to moonwalk and forever searching for that single white glove. Rest in peace, Michael.
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