June 30, 2009...1:10 am

I don’t want to be startin’ something

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I’ve really been debating since Friday whether or not I wanted to write something about the recent death of Michael Jackson.  I have been quite sad about it and although I have not shed a tear, I did have one waiting near by that decided not to slip.  Early Thursday my dad had stopped by for a quick visit and mentioned to me that he was sad about Farrah.  I could imagine why, he grew up with her, she was 62 and he’s almost 60.  I think it effects us more when someone passes who is the same age as us.

It wasn’t long after that that I heard the news about Michael Jackson.  I was at the gas station pump as a matter of fact, and I was informed by a lady who was apparently still living in 1984 with her feathered hair and blue eye shadow.

My reaction?  “NOWAY!”

Amelia, who was waiting in the car for me while I pumped the gas, heard me say that through the window and thought I was responding to the gas prices.  This makes me laugh later when she tells me.

It’s odd when I feel this sad, like I shouldn’t because I didn’t know him, he was rather odd, and I DIDN’T KNOW HIM.  But then it occurred to me.

Whoever MJ is, whatever he did or didn’t do personally still doesn’t change the Michael Jackson music I listened to as a child.  It doesn’t change that I have memories attached to his music and that what I really mourn is that’s all they are; memories.  Innocence gone.  Now I’m surrounded by mortgages, knee deep in poopy diapers, and using my mascara brush to cover my gray roots because I can’t find the time to go to the salon.  His death made me stop for minute and watch my childhood fade further and further away.

Don’t forget that I was once invited to a party he was supposed to be at.  That was 26 years ago.

I just miss the simplicity of that time, being a kid, so badly wanting to be a grown up.  I wish it wasn’t that way, but it usually is.

That’s all I wanted to say about it.  And now I’ll beat it.

3 Comments

  • Will I ever live this down!!! LMAO!!

  • Thriller was one of the first cassettes I owned. I was a fan in the 80s and early 90s. After that, not so much.

    It’s sad, nonetheless, though I don’t feel it on a personal level.

    I have had The Girl is Mine in my head for a day, though. Apparently I go for the obscure.

  • I have been listening to the Thriller CD non stop. And I’ve been watching all the news coverage-last night I watched the Neverland interview that was being replayed. I couldn’t stop watching it.
    It’s sad, I think especially for people around our age because he was “it” for us! He was famous for our entire lives. And making music pretty much the whole time. Like we talked about… we all have an MJ memory (s) that brings us right back…


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