I’ve not really jumped on the bandwagon and posted anything about Michael Jackson because I’m conflicted about it.
Thriller was one of the first albums (yes, vinyl, not a CD), and as one who is going to be 36 years old in a few months, I’m old enough to remember him as he was then. It’s difficult to reconcile those memories of him with more recent ones, like dangling “Blanket” off the hotel balcony, going to court in his pajamas, and all of those horrible plastic surgeries.
So, I direct you to this post, which pretty much sums up how I feel about the death of Micheal Jackson.
