As I'm sure you've already heard, Michael Jackson died today at the age of 50. I'm not so sure why this one is tugging at my heart so hard. It's not like I'd ever met him. I wasn't even a huge fan, although I do like several of his songs. And yet, I was glued to HLN for an hour while they updated the story.
Michael was considered both a musical genius and some sort of freak. Crazy plastic surgery, strange mannerisms, a son he called "Blanket"...not so much the type of everyday person you'd meet. But. Perhaps it was this sort of frailty that drew us in. So often celebrities are seen as perfection that we should strive to become. Michael wasn't. We watched him as his successful years seemed to fade behind him, as he dealt with legal issues, being the constant butt of jokes, and dealing with problem after problem that life threw his way. This made him more "real."
Yes, he was strange. Yes, I'm guilty of making jokes about him too. But today...I truly do feel badly about this man's passing. Many of his songs bring back great memories for me. I associate "Thriller" with my sister. "Blame It On The Boogie" makes me remember giggle fits with my husband and our best friend. "Bad" and "Billie Jean" take me back to road trips to Vegas. And "ABC?" Well, that's me driving around and belting it out at full volume whether I'm happy or upset.
Thanks for all the music and memories, Michael. You'll be missed.
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