Yes this is a bandwagon/everyone is doing it post, but I don’t care. Michael Jackson played a big role in my childhood. Ok, that didn’t sound right. If you grew up in the ’80s you know what I mean.
Here are my top King of Pop memories:
* Checking out the Thriller album from the public library. I played it in to the ground the one precious week I had it.
* Forcing myself to watch the scary parts of the Thriller video. His eyes are going to change…wait for it, wait for it…AHHH!
* Almost peeing my self lauging as some weird guy named Al mimicked the Beat It video shot for shot.
* Worrying if his hair would ever be all right after the Pepsi fire. Thank God for plastic surgery!
* Listening to every song on Bad over and over in my friend Mark’s basement. The album was on a crazy new format called a “compact disc”. I couldn’t believe you could fit a whole song on something that small.
* Successfully beatmixing Billy Jean with Vanilla Ice for the first time. Word to your mother.
* Accidentally playing the Jackson 5 when I meant to play something else. It packed the dance floor.
* Colossally failing to incorporate the Thriller dance in to my show. Props to Jennifer Garner because it’s harder than it looks.
* Listening to my friend Dave hit the “Whooo!” in Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough every time we go to the bar. Garage doors open when he does this.
Thank you for everything Michael.