I grew up with Micheal Jackson. I remember with such clarity the day he died. Was in Paris in 2009, beginning a lovely trip through the continent and heard the news, and something in me died too that day.
Not sure what it was, but it haunted me. Despite the tabloids and drama that became his life, I suddenly felt bereft that some of the music that measured my life here on earth, was going to be silent. Another case of a sad death in my time. From the Jackson Five, the ‘Puppy love’ to ‘Thriller’ it was the background to, well me. The loss seemed a wasted life of another icon at the time.
Tend to measure my life in music. Songs that take me back, take me high, strutting to, songs to be sad to. The personification of the 70″s, 80’s and so on. From the LP days to the streaming that is now, I cannot imagine my life without music, the theme song to my own small existence. And he would have turned 60 today, a milestone birthday that looms before me.
Just wanted to say, miss him. Heartfelt him and thank you, up there, wherever you are, safe I guess from it all – you were a teacher to me.
Gone too soon.
We are the world
We are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day, so let’s start giving
There’s a choice we’re making
We’re saving our own lives
It’s true we’ll make a better day, just you and me.
Gone too soon and Happy Birthday.
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