r . i . p

i remember when i was abt 3 years old my mom worked for the local news in st louis , & somehow got her hands on a vhs copy of "the making of thriller" with the extended mini-movie & a behind the scenes documentary . after being completely mortified by the zombies & vincent price's creepy voice & those scary yellow cat eyes , i completely fell in love & proceeded to watch the movie every day for at least a year (maybe two , it was in heavy rotation with "annie" , "the wizard of oz" & my "boy george LIVE in concert" tapes) . that beautiful brown skinned boy with the amazing voice & smooth moves stole my heart , often sending me to my bubblegum pink bedroom to admire the classic "thriller" vinyl (michael the cool guy on one side , michael the sexpot on the other) while playing "baby be mine" over & over .

the news of his passing blew my mind . what an eerie feeling . . . for some reason i assumed he'd simply live forever . i imagined him accepting lifetime achievement awards in his 80s . to lose a legend at such a young age makes me weary of fame . what a hard life he must have lived , even in the midst of all the glitz & glamour . while i'm crushed at the news of his death i am happy to know that he's no longer suffering in that little bubble that we all , the media & the fans alike , forced him into . i am forever grateful for his stunning creativity . he was the biggest pop star to ever live .

& now
a video from my fave mj movie :

may his spirit soar on .