RIP Michael...

Today has been a very sad day here in LA. Farrah and now Michael. I feel sad for the family and friends of Farrah Fawcett...

However, for me, the saddest news of all is the loss of Michael Jackson. Michael represents a part of my youth. A few years ago I found a diary I had written in 1988. It was the year that Michael Jackson came to Vienna on his Bad Tour and I was going to get to see him! I remember running to get a place in the stadium, I remember thinking "wow, they have a moving walkway on the stage!" only to find out that he was doing the moonwalk and most of all I remember screaming at the top of my lungs trying to sing along. I used to carry my piano books in a Michael Jackson bag. I read a Michael Jackson book at a birthday party instead of participating in the birthday. I sang Whitney Houston (hey even I had to change it up sometimes) songs to the 167 posters of him in my room. I wrote letters to him - which brought tears of laughter to my parents after they came back because they were addressed to "MRS Michael Jackson" with no postage and terrible english. Hey - I tried. Some might call me an obsessed child - but I really wasn't. I just wanted so badly to know this man who made my heart jump with joy when I heard his music. To this day - I can tell you where and when I heard his songs and I can still feel my inner kid hoping to get invited to Neverland Ranch. I know he had controversy surrounding him and I don't give a rats ass about any of it. All I care about is the fact that when I hear "Man in the Mirror" - I feel inspired. When I hear "I want to Rock with you" - I want to do the dance I created when I was 8 and when I see the Thriller Video - I want to hide because it scared the crap out of me when I was little. :)

So, here you go...the moving walkway lives on forever and I will always be blessed having seen him live and having memories that make me laugh, cry and best of all...dance.