I will never forget June 25, 2009. Despite a number of important events happening on this day including a long time friend’s birthday and a credit union board meeting in which I was the stand-in recording secretary, this will forever resonate in my mind as the day we lost Michael Jackson. A line of sand has been drawn in my life along with others as the time with Michael Jackson and life after Michael Jackson.
I grew up with Michael and the Jackson 5 like many others and being only two years younger I identify closely with him from a generational perspective. Like all teenage girls, I fantasized over Michael, dreamily sang the songs and lusted after him. Back then we regarded him as quite sexy……with that king-sized afro, slick dance moves and shy demeanor he was so fine! I never had the opportunity to attend a live show during my teen years so I made up for it by collecting each and every album and single 45 (Gen X and Y probably don’t know what a 45 is) record that I could get my hands on. I still have many of them although some of the older albums were lost.
So it went without saying that once the Victory Tour was announced, I was going no matter what it cost. I participated in the now famous lottery method that was used to sell tickets. Yes, it was not the traditional approach and was more expensive since you were required to purchase four tickets but none of that mattered to me. It was my last chance to see Michael as a part of the Jackson 5 or what was now billed as the Jacksons. Michael’s solo career was taking off and the Jacksons were well past their heyday….he would be moving on after the tour. The Victory show was up until that point the best show that I had ever seen. My purse was stolen that night but I was so high on Michael my angst over it passed relatively quickly. Luckily, it was returned intact with driver’s license and photos the next day minus the money of course.
A few years later, Michael announced the Bad Tour. I was there. It still ranks today as the best live performance that I have attended. Michael is the consummate performer. No lip synching or long wardrobe changes here. For two hours he sang, danced and mesmerized us like no other. In fact, I remember thinking I didn’t know how a person could have so much stamina to keep up such a pace. He was absolutely incredible.
After the Bad Tour, you all know the story. He had a few more albums released and some relative successes. However, the days of Off the Wall, Thriller and Bad were gone. He seemed to descend into an abyss of eccentricity and just general weirdness. It was both confusing and sad because his talent could never be denied even during this time. I watched him during the Super Bowl performance in 1993 when my beloved Dallas Cowboys triumphed over Buffalo and the show was simply amazing. How could someone who takes such command on stage be so bizarre and reclusive at the same time….the duality still perplexes me.
So here we are….MJ is gone and we are all left grappling with the suddenness of it all. Along with his family we are mourning as we take comfort in the memory of his enormous talent, his heart for making this world a better place and the legacy of music which will live on. It is these qualities for which I choose to remember Michael, the indisputable King of Pop.
Looking Through the Windows….I see the
Man in the Mirror….and so now
All I Do Is Think Of You….as I
Remember the Time….remember the
Thriller….. remember….
The Good Times….and remember
The Way You Make Me Feel……you’re not only….
Mama’s Pearl…..you’re……..
Another Part of Me………we all love you and we
Never Can Say Goodbye…..instead we’ll just say farewell for now until
Maybe Tomorrow…….where we’ll hear you say eternally……
I’ll Be There.
I grew up with Michael and the Jackson 5 like many others and being only two years younger I identify closely with him from a generational perspective. Like all teenage girls, I fantasized over Michael, dreamily sang the songs and lusted after him. Back then we regarded him as quite sexy……with that king-sized afro, slick dance moves and shy demeanor he was so fine! I never had the opportunity to attend a live show during my teen years so I made up for it by collecting each and every album and single 45 (Gen X and Y probably don’t know what a 45 is) record that I could get my hands on. I still have many of them although some of the older albums were lost.
So it went without saying that once the Victory Tour was announced, I was going no matter what it cost. I participated in the now famous lottery method that was used to sell tickets. Yes, it was not the traditional approach and was more expensive since you were required to purchase four tickets but none of that mattered to me. It was my last chance to see Michael as a part of the Jackson 5 or what was now billed as the Jacksons. Michael’s solo career was taking off and the Jacksons were well past their heyday….he would be moving on after the tour. The Victory show was up until that point the best show that I had ever seen. My purse was stolen that night but I was so high on Michael my angst over it passed relatively quickly. Luckily, it was returned intact with driver’s license and photos the next day minus the money of course.
A few years later, Michael announced the Bad Tour. I was there. It still ranks today as the best live performance that I have attended. Michael is the consummate performer. No lip synching or long wardrobe changes here. For two hours he sang, danced and mesmerized us like no other. In fact, I remember thinking I didn’t know how a person could have so much stamina to keep up such a pace. He was absolutely incredible.
After the Bad Tour, you all know the story. He had a few more albums released and some relative successes. However, the days of Off the Wall, Thriller and Bad were gone. He seemed to descend into an abyss of eccentricity and just general weirdness. It was both confusing and sad because his talent could never be denied even during this time. I watched him during the Super Bowl performance in 1993 when my beloved Dallas Cowboys triumphed over Buffalo and the show was simply amazing. How could someone who takes such command on stage be so bizarre and reclusive at the same time….the duality still perplexes me.
So here we are….MJ is gone and we are all left grappling with the suddenness of it all. Along with his family we are mourning as we take comfort in the memory of his enormous talent, his heart for making this world a better place and the legacy of music which will live on. It is these qualities for which I choose to remember Michael, the indisputable King of Pop.
Looking Through the Windows….I see the
Man in the Mirror….and so now
All I Do Is Think Of You….as I
Remember the Time….remember the
Thriller….. remember….
The Good Times….and remember
The Way You Make Me Feel……you’re not only….
Mama’s Pearl…..you’re……..
Another Part of Me………we all love you and we
Never Can Say Goodbye…..instead we’ll just say farewell for now until
Maybe Tomorrow…….where we’ll hear you say eternally……
I’ll Be There.
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