I had a poster just like this one on my bedroom wall when I was eleven or twelve. In fact I had three larger than life posters of Michael Jackson over me bed. I remember when I was in seventh grade I went on a three or four day trip to Quebec with my French class and I listened to my Thriller cassette tape on my Walkman over and over and over again. It's a long ride to and from Quebec and I'm surprised the hinge on the Walkman door didn't break. Back then he was cute and entertaining and a star. Remember anxiously waiting for his latest Pepsi commercial? He was too young to die, and the man had issues, but boy did he make this pre-teen girl happy in her day. I would try to moonwalk until my toes cramped up. I've pulled a few muscles trying to do that slap your knee - whip your body around thing he does. And who could forget the fabulous jackets we had with the puffy padded shoulders and stand up collars? Is this how my mom felt when Elvis Presley died?
He was the soundtrack of that horrible time in my life called junior high. It wasn't so much him, as it was everything about him that permeated kids my age then... the music, the dances, the clothes, and yes the one glove. You know you tried it, at least once. We all did before we felt stupid and put the other one on too. Michael was the only one that could pull it off.
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I was stunned to get the news too! Seems impossible somehow! My stepmother told me that she had heard a quote he had given once that he didn't want to live past 50 since then he could be immortalized like Elvis, Marilyn Monroe, etc..... he didn't want to lose the "famous" I guess by growing too old in front of everyone! Don't know if this is why he went at this time but makes me curious!
Thank you a ton for watching Ali and Isaac the other day! I really appreciate you and hope we can get together some time soon!
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