Rather than gurn about all the things that aren’t going my way, as I usually do, here is Michael Jackson’s Beat It.
I have loved Michael since I was 4 years old. I had an MJ doll that was the Ken to my Barbies, complete with red Thriller outfit and single sparkly glove. I saw him live when I was 5 years old, and because my dad was too cheap to pay for parking he made us walk to the arena through 2 miles of Scarface-era Miami. Doing The Wave for an hour confused and exhausted me and I fell asleep halfway through the show…
…BUT.
MJ’s music has long been a powerful antidepressant for me. As far as I’m concerned Beat It is like a 200-cc shot of ‘NO LONGER TAKING BULLSHIT FROM ANYONE.’
This week has been a downer, but I am resolved to bounce back. I am working on some entries for next week, and doing a lot of reading and commenting in the meantime. I’m resting up, basically, after a marathon of both personal and professional productivity.
I wish you luck today, in all you do!
Go forth and BE AWESOME! I know you can!
MJ may have had his share of nonsense in the tabloid world, but his music was always amazing. I have every album he released, except the post-mortem one. There was always something innovated and fascinating in his work.
Sadly, I never got to see him live. Some of my neighbors went to the Victory tour when the Jacksons briefly reformed, and I was so, so very jealous.