Saturday, June 27, 2009

...is not my lover

I think I've heard more Michael Jackson in the last two days than I've heard in my entire lifetime. I was never a huge fan of the King of Pop (his bleached skin and arguably skeevy ways turned me off big time), but after yesterday's marathon dance session at Calico Jack's, I have a new found appreciation for the late moonwalking performance machine. As I write this with Billie Jean blaring through my speakers, I can't help but agree that the dance beats he popularized really set the bar for pop music in today's music scene. I'm still creeped out by the dude, don't get me wrong, but in the tradition of Elvis Presley and John Lennon, Michael Jackson is sure to join the collection of artists whose premature deaths help to repopularize their musical talents and enhance an already established legacy.

2 comments:

The Cape House said...

I think we're just too young to have really been indoctrinated. My very first memory of him was the molestation case...not a great first impression.

Tara Gibson said...

gosh he was a legacy! Drew and I danced to the way you make me feel as part 2 of our wedding dance!