Most that know me know I'm a child of the 80's. I love 80's memorabilia and especially music. When news broke that Michael Jackson was dead, I was as shocked as everyone else. Seeing it on Indonesian TV was a little surreal.
I'm not going to talk about "omg he was innocent" or "he molested children and nobody should care" or get into any of that. I liked his heyday music and that's that. I have one particular memory I want to share.
I was riding down to Houston in late March of 2001 with Mark Moreland, on the way to Wrestlemania 17. We were in Mom's old Explorer (RIP) and 'Billie Jean' came on the CD player. Like always, I bopped my head to the music, Mark seemed light-years away as he did school work in the passenger seat. The song played on.
People always told me, be careful of what you do...don't go around breaking young girl's hearts.
EE-HEE
When the 'EE-HEE' hit, Mark and I both sang it aloud, completely unaware that the other was going to do it. We had a good laugh about it, but I think about that from time to time. His music tied a generation together. May he find the peace in death he could not find in life.
