I got the news while grocery shopping. DH called me. That's life; trivial meets momentous. Driving home, as helicopters hovered overhead, I suddenly realized he had taken his last breath just a few blocks away from me. That's life in LA; Star buses on sightseeing every day of the year. Guess the tourists got their monies worth this time.
I never met Michael Jackson. Like millions of others, I came of age listening and dancing to his music. Far away in a cold country where daytime darkness transformed the large window into a mirror, I lost myself to the beat, feeling every move as if my cells could duplicate his intentions. I never idolized him, just reveled in his enormous talent.
Regardless of what comes out about his life, this is the bottom line for me:
His music, his dance, came from the heart.
RIP Michael, I'm forever grateful.
"I never idolized him, just reveled in his enormous talent.
ReplyDeleteRegardless of what comes out about his life, this is the bottom line for me:
His music, his dance, came from the heart."
I agree completely.
What a beautiful post Birgitte. MJ personified music. He was a living legend...
ReplyDeleteHe was an entertainer like not other. I remember seeing him in Montreal at the Olympic stadium. Thousands of people, fan and not so fan were dancing, totally under his spell... musically and dance wise. Could he every dance ! He found peace at last.
ReplyDeleteIt's been a while since I had a chance to visit and I see there's a lot to catch up on, but when I saw this post tears welled up and I had to stop and thank you for writing it. Since he died I've been thinking so much about what it means to be an artist, especially one of his stature. He was a fragile being, too beautiful for this world. Thank you for saying it so well.
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