As I sit here in my chair, 2 glasses of wine down, I realize I don't need to review one of the greatest albums of all time (Thriller) for you. I don't need to tell you how incredible of a song 'Man in the Mirror' is. I don't need to tell you it's fucking impossible to not dance when Michael comes on the jukebox. I don't need to tell you that I'm jumping out of my chair every few minutes attempting the moonwalk...shit, I REALLY didn't need to tell you that.
I grew up with two sisters who LOVED Michael, one of which who actually thought she WAS Michael for a brief period of time in elementary school. I'm sure there's plenty of people out there like me who never thought it was "uncool" to like Mike. (I owned Michael Jackson's Moonwalker for the Sega Genesis, bitch) I ran around my living room in sweet 80's style shorts and tube socks grabbin' my crotch and yellin' "Hee hee!" as a pre-teen. As embarrassing as that may be, I was right on key, baby.
In past years many different jokes and speculations have flown around about Mr. Jackson, I myself am guilty. But no doubt he is a legend, and truly is the motherfucking King of Pop. So as I pour another glass of wine and turn on 'Black or White', here's to you Mike! We love you, we'll miss you, and hopefully I will practice my moonwalk with you on a cloud someday!
"They Print My Message
In The Saturday Sun
I Had To Tell Them
I Ain't Second To None
And I Told About Equality
An It's True
Either You're Wrong
Or You're Right
Hee hee!
But, If
You're Thinkin'
About My Baby
It Don't Matter If You're
Black Or White"
RIP, Michael.
http://www.michaeljackson.com/
J.B.
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