dancing. shouting. doing other great things in the process.

A year ago today, something happened. The King of Pop, Michael Jackson, passed away. I didn’t really feel much that day; I remember that I’d been told he was dead and I kind of shrugged it off. I mean, people like Michael don’t die, right? Besides, that summer had already claimed an amazing array of people, so it felt a bit more like some kind of sick joke than the truth. Then more and more reports came in that it was true, and I was a bit stunned. I wrote extensively about my experiences with Michael on a couple of Livejournal communities that I was once a part of/in charge of, as well as on the Michael Jackson Tribute Portrait website (I’m dot number 1206!), so I won’t go into it here. I will say that Michael and his music were a large part of my childhood, and now a large part of my adulthood, and I’m deeply saddened by the loss. I hope that more people come to realize just how scary media influence can be in public opinion of a star, and I hope the tides change. Regardless of your personal preference for his music, it’s undeniable that he basically changed the entire pop music game plan, and that, if  you choose to remember nothing else, should be remembered. We miss you, Michael, and we love you more.

P.S. Crazy Fountain Boy is better than Thrusty McDancepants. Always. Just sayin’.