Judging by the hordes of people that crowded around the hospital in LA yesterday, I’m hardly the only one thrown for a loop by Michael Jackson’s sudden death. And I don’t give a hoot about Hollywood–I don’t watch TV, barely touch movies, and couldn’t care less what celebrity is doing who. But I love music, and this guy is an icon whether you’re a fan or not.
I was in the car a few minutes ago and a radio station was playing old MJ hits, which was kind of fun until it became depressing. If you haven’t danced to some 80′s Michael Jackson, you haven’t lived. Thriller was the only record album I ever owned before cassette tapes became commonplace (oh, Lord, I think I just heard my back creak). I feel bad for the kids who don’t know what this picture is or what they missed.
Farrah fans are probably saying the same thing about me.
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