More Than A Moment To Remember

I'm sad to hear about Michael Jackson dying. Honestly, I've been sad about Michael Jackson for years, not really knowing what to think about him with all the questionable and down right strange things connected to him. That said, as an entertainer, he was amazing. It's sad to know that some kind of magic has left us.

Thriller was the first album I ever owned. I was around ten, and I can remember holding the album cover in my hand for days, not wanting to put it down, let alone stop listening to it. I just couldn't get enough. None of us could. His music is a connection to my childhood. And I do believe the music from that time is my favorite of his--Billie Jean, Beat It, Wanna Be Startin' Somethin', P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing). It is just so good. I remember being specifically drawn to his dancing though. Of course, the dancing. He was so smooth. I remember thinking he could float.

There is just no denying the influence his music has, the timelessness of it. I heard Man In the Mirror today for the first time in years, and remember slow dancing to it in high school. It still moves me. I forgot how much I love that song. Just the other day, my 20-month-old nephew was dancing to Thriller, throwing his little arms up in the air all tiny zombie-like, finishing the song in a creepy little laugh. My kids know who Michael Jackson is, they belt out the words to his songs right along with me.

As bizarre as his life seemed outside the music, I imagine it is the music that will continue to be the gift years and years from now.