Friday, June 26, 2009

The Death of an Icon

It's all over the media. And I can't go without saying anything about it. It's definitely a moment that will always be remembered in history. He was our Elvis. Our Beatles. But sadly, Michael Jackson has died at the age of 50.

Let's take a trip down memory lane shall we?? Because let's all face it. Thriller is the record that has sold more copies than any other album in history. I remember watching the vide and honestly being a little scared of the zombies.
But I ultimately got over it b/c the dancing was fucking AWESOME. You know you've tried to do the moves. It's THE goto song when Halloween arrives. We would have the Thrill the World event every year if that dance/song wasn't so BAD ASS.

People wouldn't perform it at their weddings if it wasn't so BAD ASS.

Let's also remember that it produced SEVEN top 10 hits from ONE album. Crazy talent my friend.

When I was younger, my cousin and I would cut out square pieces of white paper and tape them to the floor in the hallway to try to do the Billie Jean video. Oh yeah. WE WENT THERE.


And of course thre was the glove. We bought a pair of white gloves. He got one and I got one. We begged our grandma to sew sequins on them, but she never would. And my cousin always got the "right" glove. NO FAIR! *pouts even tho it's 24 years later*


I also remember going to the grocery store by our house. We rushed over to the small video section they had and alas!! there was one copy left of HIStory. We BEGGED our grandma to rent it for us. SHe finally gave in. I guarantee you when we got home and pulled in the driveway, the car wasn't even in park before we just out of the car and awaited anxiously at the door to view our new found treasure that belonged to us for however many days the rental was.

I'm pretty sure the Smooth Criminal video was on there and i thought it was the coolest thing EVER. I remember us trying to lean as far as we cold without falling down.


So in essence a piece of my childhood is now gone. All allegations of his private life aside, the man was a global icon. A musical genius. A master of dance. Truly deserving of the title The King of Pop, may you know rest in piece.


Laura said...

love this post. :) my older brother was MJ for Halloween one year, single white glove and all.