In the midst of the madness of revision I resurface for a dance/ singing break (or TV/ a chat with my sibling or rents/ bestie etc).
Over the last few days I've been listening to Michael Jackson on repeat. His music and films characterized my childhood. I can still remember watching Moonwalker at least once a year for several consecutive years. It was a magical film and the music made it what it was. Those where the days that my big brother would try to teach me the moon-walk and also that move from Smooth Criminal (the one where MJ leans forwards...at the time we thought it was for real, so really tried very hard to master it...).
I remember borrowing the Dangerous album (CD) from one of my family friends (it was her dads but she lent it to me when he was abroad). I'd hide it every time she came over, hoping she'd forget to ask for it back...which she did.
We didn't have internet or a proper stereo, but our old Hi-Fi was sufficient. When my parents where out, or at the back of the house (where the kitchen was), we'd put the volume to the maximum and started prancing around thinking we are actually doing the MJ moves...even the hip thrusts and the leg thing etc
Mr Man, the old guy that used to live in the house attached to ours (semi-detached), was always banging on the walls, whether we were making noise or not. So we barely cared that he would incessantly knock on the wall until the music turned off.
Then there were the endless documentaries that we'd watch as a family (all 7 of us). The life of the Jackson's, MJ's childhood, his rise to fame, his influence and crazy fan-base.
I feel sad knowing that I'll never be able to see him perform live...that would've been one concert that I would give a thing or two to see. Dammit why was I too young to care about an MJ concert back then?
I cared and still care very little for what the media have said about him. I fear we can't trust what we hear or see and I don't want dubious stories, shady documentaries/articles and much more to taint the beautiful music that still now inspires. Timeless.
