Well, this is my blog and the point of my blog is not only to keep family and friends informed on what's going on with the Wahrmunds, but also to journal my own thoughts. I feel a real sense of sadness right now with the news that Michael Jackson has died. Yes, I will be the first to admit that he turned pretty wacky in the last 15 years or so, but I remember when he was "normal". I remember the posters I had on my walls and all the albums - yes, back in the day of actual vinyl albums and cassette tapes. I have always loved music, since the time I was old enough to operate a record player I was listening to my dad's records. In the late 70s early 80s, Olivia Newton John and Pat Benatar were among my favorites, but Michael Jackson was my number one at one time. The silver glove, the high waters, the penny loafers - I loved it all! Regardless of his personal life, I truly appreciated his talent and the music that he made. Thriller was one of my first albums. In fact, I was lucky enough to get TWO. I had left my first copy in the sun and it warped. It would no longer play without skipping on my Fisher Price record player and I was devastated. After serious begging of my parents, I finally got a new copy and I cherished it. I don't think I knew of anyone who didn't have Thriller, or couldn't name at least one song they liked. Jay made fun of me today when I was singing one of Jackson's tunes - he accused me of not having listened to an MJ song in forever until today. But he is wrong. I have quite a few songs on my iPod by the great King of Pop; "Don't stop til you get enough" is currently one of my faves. After the non-stop tributes to him today on the radio, I have been reminded of how much I love his music and that of the Jackson 5. It is truly timeless. He is an icon, no matter how you look at it. Every corner of the world spoke the language of Michael Jackson and they will continue to do so for generations to come. This is my small way of honoring this entertainer whom I embraced at such a young age. I am saddened by how his life ended up, plagued by scandal and personal struggles. I choose to remember the Michael that made me a fan, not the one demonized in the press. Thanks for the memories, Michael. I'm a fan forever. May you finally rest in peace.
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