Michael Jackson - History.
"A star can never die. It just turns into a smile and melts back into the cosmic music, the dance of life." - Michael Jackson,
It is my earliest memory.
Swaying and singing along to words that surpassed my simple 3-year-old vocabulary. A thrill running throughout my body as I grasped that old cassette tape in my chubby hands. The exhilaration I felt when I placed that tape into the gaping mouth of that old radio, glimmering like silver on a pitch black night. It was all I ever listened to. It was my greatest possession at the time other than my Disney and Sesame Street videos. That plastic-like tape encased within another shell of plastic, a wonderful item that played the sounds that shook my very soul. And then there were the video tapes filled with music videos, one with a full-fledged concert, another with a short movie. Oh, how it evoked such a deep joy within me! I never tired of it. It never got old watching the same things or listening to the same things over and over again because I was just in such awe that it just slipped by me. It wasn't just his songs that intrigued me. His dance moves astounded me just the same. The dexterity in which he moved his body was so new to me. I had never known how fluid the human body could be, how smoothly it could transition from one move to the next, how his choreography meshed so well with his music. The bottom line is I was hooked. Line and sinker.
It has been 16 years, but I still feel that old, familiar rush whenever I pop in one of his CD's. I still revel in the genius those records portray. Unlike then, when I didn't understand the lyrics, I now see it as wondrous play on words, filled with such deep thought and significance, becoming all the more powerful once intertwined with their respective melodies. Having said that, his prose and poetry are some of the most touching, imaginative and poignant that I have ever laid eyes upon. The imagery he uses, the themes he touches on. It's something that everyone's able to relate to: Nature. Love. Children. Life. Music. Dance. Human emotions. Things that we are all so familiar with yet never thought about in the manner in which he wrote it.
Swaying and singing along to words that surpassed my simple 3-year-old vocabulary. A thrill running throughout my body as I grasped that old cassette tape in my chubby hands. The exhilaration I felt when I placed that tape into the gaping mouth of that old radio, glimmering like silver on a pitch black night. It was all I ever listened to. It was my greatest possession at the time other than my Disney and Sesame Street videos. That plastic-like tape encased within another shell of plastic, a wonderful item that played the sounds that shook my very soul. And then there were the video tapes filled with music videos, one with a full-fledged concert, another with a short movie. Oh, how it evoked such a deep joy within me! I never tired of it. It never got old watching the same things or listening to the same things over and over again because I was just in such awe that it just slipped by me. It wasn't just his songs that intrigued me. His dance moves astounded me just the same. The dexterity in which he moved his body was so new to me. I had never known how fluid the human body could be, how smoothly it could transition from one move to the next, how his choreography meshed so well with his music. The bottom line is I was hooked. Line and sinker.
It has been 16 years, but I still feel that old, familiar rush whenever I pop in one of his CD's. I still revel in the genius those records portray. Unlike then, when I didn't understand the lyrics, I now see it as wondrous play on words, filled with such deep thought and significance, becoming all the more powerful once intertwined with their respective melodies. Having said that, his prose and poetry are some of the most touching, imaginative and poignant that I have ever laid eyes upon. The imagery he uses, the themes he touches on. It's something that everyone's able to relate to: Nature. Love. Children. Life. Music. Dance. Human emotions. Things that we are all so familiar with yet never thought about in the manner in which he wrote it.
I couldn't care less about what others say about his actions and appearance.
All I can remember is the influence he had on that 3 year-old.
And how much influence his music still has on me today.
You will always be my King of Pop.PS: Shut up, haters. Yes, Jia Huey, that includes you.
1 comment:
bitch, call me a hater. shan't talk to you no more.
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