"Don't Stop Till You Get Enough"

Whenever the beat drops...and he starts talking...I smile. I know what's coming...he mentions the forces, and I know what's coming...then he talks about what they make him feel like, and I know what's coming...then it finally arrives..."Whooo!" (Dininininninininininninniaa Dun Dun). The image above pops in my head, and I start my hips to movin.

My memories of MJ will last until nature makes me forget...but nature wouldn't do such a thing. The King of Pop, his music, his music videos, his coos, his "he he's" and his fashion is laced throughout my entire life. Those random memories include:

• My first concert - Mom purchased white sweatshirts, took them to the T-shirt shop at Bannister Mall had the Human Nature cover screen-printed on the front, and the word BAD printed on the back. My brother and I were ready for the time of our lives, and I swore Michael was going to come into the audience and dance with me.
• Being scared of "Thriller" - I couldn't watch it at night...freaked me out! Especially that part right before Michael turns and it shows that zombie with all the blood in his mouth and he makes the freakiest noise ever...I just got chills...eek!!
• My record of "The Way You Make Me Feel" - yes...I had the record...
• My male cosins re-enacting scenes from American Dream: The Jackson Story - I'm giggling now thinking about Lil' Floyd doing the Pepsi commercial scene when MJ got hit with sparks, fell, and rolled down those stairs..."AWWWW my head...awww my hair..."
• My baby brother and I doing the Thriller routine in Mom's kitchen - you better believed we killed it!! :)

I will never forget where I was...and what I was doing when I found out that MJ was being rushed to the hospital...the pit of my stomach knew things wouldn't be the same, but I kept telling myself (like I did with Tupac) that he was going to pull through, and all would be back to normal. That wasn't the case, and about an hour and some minutes later, I was in my car listening to 107.3 belting out his songs with tears streaming down my face. I felt like I lost a cousin...it was crazy.

The next evening I was in the presence of the legendary Stevie Wonder. He wasn't doing ok. He did his best to give us a memorable show...but it was so obvious how much he was hurting. I felt it to Stevie...

If you don't own "Off the Wall," "Thriller," or "Bad" - you have NO idea...hit up iTunes and get your homework done. Then finish the rest of the collection...but those are some of the essentials...:)

ciao!