Good artists follow "the formula" but Michael wore one glove, a raised pants and white socks.
Good artists feel the beats. He saw it.
He wasn't good at all. He was Bad.
Yesterday a person just didn't pass away but an era passed away from us. I was a 10 year old boy and was getting ready for my birthday party. The gifts were bought the food was prepared the people were invited but I needed one last thing to make it perfect. So, I secretly went out and bought my first album, Michael Jackson's thriller. Yeah. Now I say secretly because this was a no no amongst the adults of my generation. This man was different in every aspect from what they had ever seen before and could not wrap themselves around him. I didn't care. I had to have that damn tape. Once I got a hold of it I ripped the tape out of its wrapper and ran down to the basement where we were to have my sisters and my birthday party. I immediately showed the tape to my cousin Kostas and we slide it in the cassette player. Next thing you know we were grooving to MJ and that dude with the creepy laugh on the track. In an instant every one's mood around us changed. That is exactly what I felt in my car yesterday driving home from work. Although I don't have that tape and the Adidas with the thick red shoe laces and am no longer afraid of that creepy dude voice . I had his music playing the whole drive home and I was back in that basement. I looked around outside of me and I could see people in their cars grooving as well. Even the Guido to the car on the right of me was grooving to Michael Jackson and he even threw in a few Guido fist pumps in the air in celebration. It was as if he never left.
With an era passing away yesterday today a legend is playing non stop and I think I can hear Elvis saying the king has entered the building.
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