Let me make this clear- I am not a Micheal Jackson fan. I have never been! I never could make heads and tails of his music. I never did follow the lyrics( coming from a small town which had just one shop selling cassettes and most of then being hindi film songs!) .
My tryst with english music started with Boney M and Cliff Richards; my graduation to Wham, Madonna, Michael Bolton, Kenny G, Julio and Enrique Iglesisas, country music ( Johnny Cash, Jim Revees)and finally rock and roll ( Elvis, Beatles) was a painfully slow one. Between all of them, I remember looking at the thriller video and wondering what this strange looking ,thin guy was doing gyrating his pelvis and making such horrid faces! “ How can one sell gore?” –that was the thought which crossed my mind seeing the Thriller video. And boy! Was I proved wrong? It didn’t just sell but still is considered the BEST.
Yesterday the memorial service moved me. I cried – I cried not for the man MJ was but for the man he could have been! I cried for the childhood he lost, I cried for being judgemental, I cried…..
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