Michael Jackson was more than a celebrity in my home while I was growing up. He was a part of our lives…my life.
- He was the first musician I loved and whose album I bought on my own.
- I learned to dance to Billy Jean, Triller, Bad, and Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough.
- I knew how to moon walk before I was 10.
- Some of the best memories from my childhood were spent with my family dancing and goofing off with MJ playing the background.
- I got to stay up late to watch the world primere of “Black or White” and “Remember the Time” – I thought music videos as we knew them were changed forever.
- I have watched the entire Smooth Criminal video over 100 times.
- I spent a whole summer skating to the nearest USPS box to drop off a letter every day to MJ. I sent the letters to Neverland Ranch…I never got a response.
- I felt special to share a birthday with MJ – August 29th (I didn’t think it was just a coincidence)
Now that he’s actually gone, it brings a very surreal feeling to me. I feel like he’s actually been dead for a long time or he’s some ancient artist that never really existed during my time – like Elvis or the Beatles. I was never waiting for him to release a new song that was going to change my life. Most of the music I loved from him was made before I was born or just a child.
The Michael Jackson that I loved was not the Michael Jackson that died last Thursday. The Michael Jackson I loved has been gone for a long time. So…I didn’t cry much (only once), I don’t watch any of the commemorative TV specials, and I don’t care if people make crude jokes about MJ. His music will still have a place in my heart the same way it has my whole life.