I don’t have a lot of new things to add about Michael Jackson’s death – in the last 15-20 years of his life, he was an out of control and dangerous freak. I made fun of him and I still laugh at his expense and take cheap shots.
I also still listen to his music.
When I was five, “Thriller” was HUGE. We had the record at my house, and I would lie on the floor, looking at the gate fold of Michael and a baby tiger, and I would think, “They should have made the tiger fuzzy so you could pet it.”
That was the last Michael Jackson album that I’ve had any ownership of.
Making the baby tiger fuzzy seems so painfully obvious now that you mention it. And I pretty much refuse to accept anything after Thriller as being canon MJ. (Also, last night I went on ebay to bid on a vintage MJ button for you, but was sadly outbid.)