So, this whole thing with Micheal Jackson has really been tugging at my heart strings for various different reasons..... First off, When I was a kid, Thriller was the first record in this huge collection that my mom had that I could say was MINE.... I wanted to be MJ so bad when I was a kid, it's making me laugh typing this now as I think of the whitest white boy trying to Moonwalk, I had the white sequence glove, the red leather jacket, the doll ( in all the outfits).. you get the point.... The man was like no other... he transcended race, religion, and culture, all the while remaining a peaceful, loving, kick ass entertainer.... I can sit here and say with no convictions, that he was my generation's Elvis..... and I stand by that with all my being...... The second reason is the music...Playing so much over the last couple of days, it has really made me think of being a little boy and my mom would always have some amazing music on while she cooked dinner, be it the Beatles, Hot Tuna, Bruce, The dead, but she would always play my Thriller album for me.......My mom died suddenly and completely unexpectedly 11 months ago, ( YEAH I KNOW ..... VIOLINS ARE PLAYING FOR ME) but all the talk of coroners, pills, pain and all that jive has stirred up an emotion that can really damage the soul, mind, and spirit... It had it's grip on me once already, but it's slowly fading and life is taking it course once again, or maybe I'm just deciding to take a part in it again... But as I sit here with P.Y.T. blasting a brief smile crosses my face, it's better than running speed trials standing in place.......
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