Michael Jackson

I think it's time one of us wrote about Michael Jackson. I didn't realize until now, (1 wk after his death) that I wasn't much of a fan after all. I did NOT cry. I did NOT start to play his songs repeatedly. I did NOT search in youtube for his videos. I did NOT turn on the TV to watch tributes to him. So maybe i'm not the best person to write this but let me try.

There isn't anybody alive on this earth whose life has not been touched by him. I don't mean touched in an under the covers, underage kind of way (hehe. I needed to say that.) I'm sure that every human being on this earth has heard 1 of his songs. Maybe thats why it's such a big deal that he passed away. Michael Jackson is dead. It took me a few hours to realize what that meant and i went on with my day. Hubby said to me, maybe bec you weren't a big fan. I always thought i was.

rewind to more than 10years ago...
I sit on the floor of my room. I play the cd again and record the song into my casette tape. I just have to have it in both my walkman and discman. The cd is michael jackson, Dangerous.

I walk in the mall with my dad and ask him to pls buy me a cd even if its double disc and super duper expensive. It's michael jackson's History.

My grandmom is walking towards the house. I dont want to talk to her so I turn on the music i think will drive her away. It's Black or White.

I watch MTV, waiting in the dark for my favorite video, You Are Not Alone. I am amazed at how white this guy is. I feel reassured that I am not alone, because he IS here with me.

He comes to the Philippines for his concert, I try in vain to ask if I can go and watch. Of course i couldn't. The tickets were 10,000php. You might as well have priced them at 1 million because at that age, those two numbers were just as far away from my allowance as possible. The night of the concert, i turn off the lights in my room and I play my cds. I hold a flashlight in the air and i wave it. I close my eyes and pretend i was there.

In school, i take off my shoes and try to dance the moonwalk.

Present...
Maybe im not a big fan, i dont wear white socks with bitin pants. I dont wear gloves. I dont have curly stringy hair. I dont grab my crotch. But his songs do echo in my head... his lyrics i know i've used... his dance moves im SURE i've tried to copy. And I know for certain that his music will really live on forever. So, here's to the King of Pop, the man in the mirror, the guy who's both black and white, mr. hoo hoo hee hee, Michael Jackson thank you for being there. You will be missed.