The thrill lives on… RIP MJ
I’ve not posted anything since over a month, what with a tumultuous month of May and all (more on that in another post). As the world mourns the loss of the greatest musician/dancer/performer ever, here’s my little tribute as well as what I can recall about him. Well, I may not be able to remember his birth date or His story, but the music still rings clearly. I grew up with Bad and Dangerous (pretty much anyone who was old enough to remember Music in the early ’90s). My first ‘original’ tapes were of Bad and Dangerous. The world didn’t give him peace in his last years, making a mockery of the man who gave us all reason to dance (yes, even I’ve badly imitated the Moonwalk and the Robot at a point in my life, as well as jumped around madly listening to ‘Blood is on the Dance Floor’). Something inside of us has all died, the part that makes us sit up and notice, and tap our feet unconsciously when we hear Beat It. In fact, even the ordinary Mallu who’s never listened to him can never forget this song (I’ve been playing it non-stop, annoying my neighbours, after I heard of his death), as it’s been used quite a lot in movies (many lame) to stereotype the ‘yo’ Malayali youth. Such was the impact of the boy faced man. Ok, I’m not a singer (not even a bathroom singer), so I can’t understand when people say he was their ‘musical influence’, but yes, for a young boy at 5 years old (yours truly), his music meant the world, irritating everyone listening to it from my first Walkman (heard of those anyone?). I realised my fascination with music (the listening part, I can’t hum a song to save my life), because of MJ, and every new song I like, it’s because of Bad. And yes, if I ever was naive enough to consider a career in dancing, it would have been only due to him. And yes, the time before hitting teenage, when dancing hysterically with my sister listening to HIStory. Can still recall singing ‘We are the World’ with my class back in UIS. So, so many memories. Only the body is gone, the soul remains.
Michael Jackson, RIP the King of Pop
Let’s not remember him for the negative press and the ‘Wacko Jacko’ days, but for the music, the dance, and the life. I guess it’s time he’s to set heaven on fire, dancing and singing for God. He wasn’t a genius, in music, he was perhaps sent to make a lasting impression on all our lives. Peace to the man, who’s given us only happiness. I guess, heaven’s a better place now!
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin’ How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn’t Matter Who’s Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
*Let’s not remember him for the negative press and the ‘Wacko Jacko’ days, but for the music, the dance, and the life*
Well said