I first learned about the death of Michael Jackson via Twitter. At first I though it was a joke because news broke within a few hours of Farrah Fawcett’s death. I never expected Michael Jackson to become an old man, but it was still a shock. So who was Michael Jackson to me? Well, when I thought about it, I realized his music was a prominent part of the soundtrack of my life. Considering the length of his career, I was probably listening to Michael Jackson as part of the Jackson 5 while in the womb. I remember as a tot listening to “Rock with You” in the car with my 2nd cousin, with my aunt, and whle skating around the roller rink. I remember eagerly anticipating seeing the entire “Thriller” video on Halloween. I remember watching the debut of the “Moonwalk” on TV. I remember the excitement in the living room, my Mom loudly clapping her hands, cheerfully yelling, “work it, Michael!” as if he could hear her through the TV. I have dear, dear-sweet high school memories of seeing “Captain EO” at Disneyland with my best friends. I remember taking the time to see the debut of the video “Do you Remember the Time?” I remember the music, the dancing, his charity. I remember singing along with Michael Jackson with my family and friends. I grew up with Michael.
I also remember Michael Jackson’s eccentricities. No, I didn’t like the way he changed his face — I actually had a crush on the pre-surgery Michael and thought he was very cute. As for the salacious matters, honestly, I never paid them much attention — I figured it to be the cost of celebrity and letting opportunistic people into your home.
I look forward to watching Michael Jackson’s memorial on TV or over the Internet tomorrow with my family. I also hope some entity is able to piece together the footage of Michael’s comeback concert dress rehearsals so we fans can all experience what Michael had planned (It would be nice to see it at a movie theater). I will continue to remember and honor Michael Jackson by listening to his music. And to the haters: poo-poo on you. Let the man rest in peace and acknowledge the joy and good he brought to the world.