I am strangely sad over the news of Michael Jackson’s death. I heard the news via Twitter before it was actually confirmed and knew it was true. My heart hurt for a moment. It was so weird. I felt like I lost someone who I had been close with my entire life. I was though. Close with him. As were you. We all were. How could we not be. His life was a real life Truman Show. He grew up on film. He lived on a film. He died on film.
I think that my heart hurt because Michael Jackson never stood a chance. I know he was odd. He dyed his face for chrissake. Something must have happened in your past to physically alter your skin color. Besides the point. From that moment his mean daddy put him on that stage, his life had ended. A shell of a man was born. A man who we will never know the intricacies of. We will never know if he was as fucked up as he seemed. But we shouldn’t know. He is not our brother. He was not our friend. Even though we were told he was by the media’s our obsession with his life from child to man.
I am sad for his family. I am sad that my kids will never see his concert live like I did. But that sadness only lasts a moment, for as I turn on the soundtrack of my childhood and dance with my own children, the sadness fades. Michael Jackson taught us that music can do that. It can make the hard times a little bit easier simply by dancing to the music.
Louisiana shocked me yesterday when she started Moonwalking during our MJ Tribute Dance Party
Catcher has some serious moves. Thinking of selling him to Michael Flately.
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He was a tortured man who sadly probably never appreciated his success because of all that was taken away from him to achieve it. But I was still more upset by Farrah’s death than Michael’s. Either way, a sad day for childhood icons.
As I read your post I can’t help but think of the parallels that can be drawn between his childhood and that of the “John & Kate” kids…I really don’t watch the show but I think MJ is one of the few case-studies that can be used to see the effects of fame and cameras being forced on you from a very, very young age by your parents.
I’m a fan of MJ’s early solo stuff and Jackson 5 stuff. I remember the 1st time I saw the video for “Thriller” (through my fingers as I was so scared I had my hands over my eyes). “Don’t Stop” was one of the few songs that could get a fussy M to calm down as a newborn. I have a sweet video of her daddy dancing with her to it when she was weeks old. He was a big part of the soundtrack of my childhood and I hope he is now at peace after his troubled life.
Is your dog wearing a t-shirt?
Hilarious. Especially with popsicles.
Love the moves! You’ve inspired a MJ dance party at our house. It’s on the agenda for tomorrow.