Memories of Michael
Thriller was the first album I ever purchased with my own
money. I remember walking by the
music store at the Hillsdale Shopping Center while out shopping with my parents when I was
10 and needing Michael Jackson’s album so badly. At the time, Thriller was all over the radio, along with
Madonna and Huey Lewis and the News, but I wanted Michael’s album more than any
of the others. I handed over the $8.99 plus tax and proudly carried my tape
home with me. I pulled the
cassette out of its plastic box so many times to listen to Thriller, Beat It,
Billie Jean, Wanna Be Startin’ Something, and others over and over again on my
Sony Walkman, memorizing the lyrics to all the songs on the album.
Tonight when my husband came home, we talked about the death of Michael Jackson as we were preparing dinner. We reminisced about some of his great songs, our failed attempts to learn to do the moonwalk, humanitarian efforts through the recording of We Are the World, and all the sensationalistic news that the media loved including Michael’s hair catching on fire during the filming of a Pepsi commercial, rumors of sleeping in an oxygen chamber, a marriage to Lisa Marie Presley, and his appearance on an MTV awards show to accept a fabricated award.












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