My childhood died yesterday.
I don't care.
I don't care about controversies, or weirdness, or lawsuits, or multiple plastic surgeries. I don't even care that I'm more emotional about this than I expected to be.
Yes, I was a fan of Michael Jackson. A big fan. I listened to "Rockin' Robin" over and over as a child. I danced to "Beat It" in a talent show as a 6-year-old - sparkly white glove and all. Thriller, Bad and Dangerous - I loved them all and listened to the cassettes (and, in the former's case, the vinyl) over and over. I watched him become Wacko Jacko, I whispered about the allegations along with everyone else ... but I still loved the music.
So, once again: I don't care about the bad stuff. Maybe later I will. Right now, all I care about is that the man whose music I loved for half my life is gone.
Godspeed, Michael.
I don't care about controversies, or weirdness, or lawsuits, or multiple plastic surgeries. I don't even care that I'm more emotional about this than I expected to be.
Yes, I was a fan of Michael Jackson. A big fan. I listened to "Rockin' Robin" over and over as a child. I danced to "Beat It" in a talent show as a 6-year-old - sparkly white glove and all. Thriller, Bad and Dangerous - I loved them all and listened to the cassettes (and, in the former's case, the vinyl) over and over. I watched him become Wacko Jacko, I whispered about the allegations along with everyone else ... but I still loved the music.
So, once again: I don't care about the bad stuff. Maybe later I will. Right now, all I care about is that the man whose music I loved for half my life is gone.
Godspeed, Michael.
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