I bet you guys are surprised I haven't blogged about this subject before now.
Everyone has their opinions.
I don't care to hear them.
When I think of him...I am twelve again.
I had an old tape recorder and a blank tape. I would have that thing paused until The Girl Is Mine or Billie Jean would come on the radio. I would leap for the record button. Eager to capture the song. I would play it over and over, singing and dancing until the sound was warbled and distorted. Don't even get me started on Thriller. The guy could DANCE! Oh my Lord if you could have been a fly on the wall of my bedroom back then. Trying to mimic the moves from the video to no avail. My friend Stacie and I would laugh until we peed our pants. The first posters I hung in my bedroom were of him (much to my father's disapproval). I actually got on restriction for stapling them to the walls and furniture in rebellion after my dad had pulled them from where I had them taped.
It didn't matter how his looks changed since then or the ugly rumors told about him....the music was good.
It was positive.
It made me feel good....smile.
My children could listen without me having to grab for the radio dial to keep them from hearing something profane or inappropriate.
Chris and I have had fun the past week, introducing the kids to the old songs. Filling up our ipods with "the oldies but goodies". Watching all the videos on tv (the stuff is on 24/7). Ben has some of the moves down pretty good. We have created some fond memories reminiscing our youth and peeking at Ben and his friends trying to do the dance moves I practiced so many years ago.
I am not ashamed to admit that I am sad.
Mostly in a selfish way, that I won't get to hear any new songs or see a new performance.
But, also for his family.
You can't help but tear up watching them in clips from the memorial service today.
For those of you from another generation...do you have someone who "takes you back"? Reminds you of good times past. A favorite performer...or song? Share it with me.