Ok, so I know I have not blogged in quite some time. But the recent passing of Pop Icon Michael Jackson has really gotten me thinking. And I thought I would share.
I, as many of you, was shocked to learn of his death. And I, being my typical critical self, could not have cared less. My first thought was that the world was better off without him, this strange, accused child molestor. So I went home, on to my normal life, not really thinking much about what had just unfolded.
Then I began to watch all the national media coverage about his death. I began to hear all the music that I grew up on. Each song bringing back a different, cherished memory from my youth. Bad was the first cassette that my parents bought for me. I got it for Christmas, along with my treasured pink Walkman.
I heard people closest to him, sharing their memories, and expressing their profound sadness that this icon passed at such a young age. And before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.
No matter what you thought about Michael Jackson as a person, no one can deny the mark that he left on so many of us. His music crossed generations. He was an artist that I could listen to with my parents. An artist that my nearly 2-year-old son loves to dance to. His life was troubled. There is no doubt about that. But his legacy will always be his music, and the joy it brought to so many people. I think it is safe to say that we will not see another entertainer like him, with his talent and cross-generational appeal, in our lifetimes.
So while I may not have approved of his lifestyle, I will mourn the Pop icon that Michael Jackson was. His music helped to build the soundtrack of my life. And I will always have fond memories of that.

The first cassette I had. Ok, well maybe it was my brother's, and I just stole it.













