We all have a place that we identify when the news that rocked our lives hit us. Early morning in the Cathedral High cafeteria when I found out that my favorite rapper Biggie died. I was at Wentworth in math class when I heard about the first plane crashing into the World Trade Center. Yesterday on June 25, 2009 I was at Forest Hills just checking my Facebook™ looking for a status to comment on and my world was rocked reading about the death of Michael Jackson.
It seems like a dream, like one of Michael’s stunts that make you go “that dude ain’t right sometimes.” But this time there was an eerie feeling in the air like this could be real. This wasn’t a bogus claim like the one’s like blog site Mediatakeout™ would offer, no this was Michael Jackson and although we clown dude everyone knew you don’t go that far with Michael. A small piece of me did wish that this was not true, and a piece still believes that it isn’t real. It’s so unreal just the other I was laughing about how little Michael Jackson was working out with the Hulk himself Lou Ferrigno.
But I can’t simply just mourn the life of such a great icon I’ve got appreciate what he’s done as an artist. This man single handling from that age of 10 to the day of his untimely death has set the benchmark for not only music, but also entertainment. Michael was different the dude made shake your head at times with his antics. Like who would really care about a chimp named Bubbles, no one, but Michael Jackson made it a big deal. The glove, need I say more. When he called Sony Corporation devilish. Mike saying in a documentary he had only one nose lol. And who can walk around in high waters, white socks, and black loafers, only Michael.
I think we all have personal memories that associate with Michael. I don’t remember really but for years my mom has told me of stories of trying to spin around and dance like MJ. Also how when they sent me to Haiti to live for about 8 months I got a whole bunch of MJ paraphernalia (I was her first and a little spoiled, what can I say). But one of my funniest memories is when I went to Bradlee’s (OH how I miss you so) and beg my father to get me the loafers WITH the penny in it. Then I went to school the next day like I had a fresh pair of Jordan’s or Ewing’s (remember those). SMH what the hell was I thinking, but MJ made it seem like it was nothing from the norm.
And that’s what I admired and will always admire about him no matter what happened and no matter how much the media dragged his name in the dirt the dude always came up on top and always had fun. My last memory of MJ is when me and my homie Shameka stayed up till about 2am watching videos on Youtube and just being amazed by he’s moves and star power. I’m struggling hard to find the ways to close this out, but all I can say is thank you and we love you Mike. Quoting a friend MC Spice “Thanks for the music that made us want to be a star like u.” I ain’t saying goodbye cause your lasting image is imprinted not only in our hearts, but in all of entertainment.