So here goes...the first time the death of a celebrity has really hit home for me. For as long as I can remember, I have been a Michael Jackson fan. Being born when I did, I still like to think I was named after him...or at least a part of the reason my parents chose Michael. Now everyone knows I love music, that it's a big part of my life, and I own a couple hundred CD's and loads of legal mp3's; but it wasn't only this way. For the longest time, my collection of music consisted of nothing but Michael's music. I probably wore those cassette's I had out...and I will always remember the first CD I owned upon getting a CD player, was replacing my cassette copy of "Dangerous".
Now there was a time where it wasn't cool in America to like him (a lot more "acceptable" when leaving in Germany)...and I honestly didn't always broadcast that I was a fan back then, but I'll be damned if I still wasn't rocking out to his music at home in middle/high school all the way to having "Billie Jean" shuffle through on my iPod's running playlist just yesterday.
Say what you will about his personal life...but this guy was THE man musically. R.I.P. my good friend...my deep love of music came about listening to you all these years. Now I'm gonna put in my MJ mp3 CD and let your music flow out of the GTI.