There are so many of my childhood memories attached to Michael Jackson’s music. My intense disappointment when the glitter washed off the glove of my MJ sweatshirt. Vincent Price’s voice on Thriller – terrifying but entrancing. Singing The Girl Is Mine with my sisters – I always chose to be Michael. Pretending I was the P.Y.T. Never letting my sister, Maiken, live down the one time she said “Big Cheese” instead of “Billy Jean”….
His life was obviously chaotic, to say the least, but there is no denying the power of his music and performing. I figured it was time to introduce a new generation. My moonwalk leaves a lot to be desired, but teaching it to Ella made me forget my head cold for a few minutes while celebrating the King of Pop.
Hearing that music brings back a lot of memories. We did a lot of dancing to that cd.
I love it!
Kari, we did a lot of dancing to that tape- no CDs at that time.
I’m sad he’s gone, but I hope he finds peace.
oops, my bad
Funny cause as I was writing it I was thinking “I’m surprised we didn’t wear out that tape” then wrote cd. Been awhile since I’ve talked about a tape I guess.
Katy wants to know where Ella’s sparkly glove is, Britta!
Well – she has some purple mittens…that’s about as close as I can get.