Friday, June 26, 2009

Life aint so bad at all

Under the circumstances, I love that I got to work this morning and everyone was talking about the music of Michael Jackson. I expected a certain amount of shittyness, because it seems like the default setting for some people when talking about others, but there was none of it. Just a bunch of people who grew up in different decades talking about their experiences with his music, and it was such a testament to the timelessness of it all. Everyone had their stories, and I remembered when the Thriller video was huge, and my brother taking advantage of the fact that I was scared shitless of it. He would call me into the living room, telling me it was over, only to put it back on and have me run out of the room. I can picture it like it was yesterday. But of course, I watched it when no one was looking, and still remember how I felt when the zombies started breaking into the house. Not to mention the song.

I think once he became more reclusive, people kind of forgot all the ways he affected their lives, maybe because it was such a given, and it’s neat to see those moments being relived. The sheer amount of quality material he produced is ridiculous. These days, if I’m ever feeling tired or bummed, there is absolutely nothing better than putting on Off The Wall. That album will never be topped as far as dance-y pop is concerned. So damn good.

I came home last night, laid in bed, and listened to Human Nature, one of my favorites. I remember hearing it for the first time and thinking it was one of the most beautiful and open songs I’d ever heard. Russ asked if I was having my own little memorial and I’m not sure if it was the beauty of the song or the loss of such an icon, but I got verklempt…

As usual, fourfour sums it up nicely...

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