In a Dear Santa Letter in grade school I asked Santa for a Michael Jackson doll. On Christmas I was thrilled to unwrapped a doll-size Michael Jackson replica wearing a red-leather jacket, black leather jeans, a white glove, and black penny loafer shoes.
Michael Jackson was the very first person in music that I liked, individual of my parents so he symbolizes musical autonomy in my life. I couldn’t deny his artistry, style, and the way he made me feel as a child of the eighties. The pint-sized MJ rocked with me for a couple years until I was able to actually start something of my own music collection. I put the MJ doll aside as I played the Thriller record over and over trying to figure out why the girl was his but Billie Jean was NOT his lover, and all the while just a pretty young thing that wanted her own ‘bubbles’.
I suppose it’s only Human Nature to feel sadness and like a part of my childhood died as MJ passed away. There is something to be said for MJ and there is no other artist (Madonna pending) like him and his career…well, you can’t Beat It!
Rest In Peace my childhood friend, though we never met I remember the time.