I once had a car that had both a cd player and a tape player. It was fortunate because my cd player was sketch and quit playing all the time. That was when I switched over to the old school tapes. Never bought a one; just wrote home about it and in my mailbox the next week were old school tapes galore from my parents’ house care of Mom.
Among gems like John Denver and the Fugees was a smattering of Michael Jackson and this has made all the difference. I got intimately acquainted with Thriller and along with it one of the most moving and emotional chains of music that I have ever experienced. I don’t know music. I don’t know albums. What I do know is a well-crafted progression of songs that you can sing to driving late at night and remember the next day. I do know artistry and I do know how hard it is to create something beautiful.
Among the many notorious events concerning Michael Jackson, in the press and among the public, I am happy to remember his music, along with those wheel-pounding, screaming shamone sessions above all else. What a great gift to give. What a crazy life we all got to watch.
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