I find myself inspired to write as I sit here and watch the news of Michael Jackson AND Farrah Faucet dying today. I cant help but tear up. Seems so groundless to be crying over death of music and TV stars, but there is more here for me, and quite possibly, for many of you that grew up in my generation.
He was the sexy dancer that inspired me to get up in front of my highschool and dance to Thriller.
He was the Moonwalker!
He was the mysterious and incredible singer that created hits ranging from “ABC” to “Thriller” to “Off The Wall”.
He was an exhilarating bridge for my generation from Motown to Pop and Rock.
He sent messages to the world ahead of his time through songs like “Man In the Mirror” and “Black or White”, messages analogous (in that era) to a 1980’s John Maier.
His music played at my first dance at prom and my most recent dance with my children.
In high school I looked forward to watching Farrah Faucet as she ran to catch the villain in Charlies Angels every week, while flinging her hair over her shoulder. Her seemingly natural imprudence (which she was smart enough to play up in her character) was part of the ultimate success of her character.
She was the pin up that my boyfriend in college had on his wall!
She was the inspiration to my first real hairdo.
Recently, my family and I were dancing to Thriller. I tried to teach my children some of the moves of those ghouls perfectly and hauntingly dancing down the street.
As Maggie (my oldest) and I watch the overview of his life on TV, she says to me “how does he do those things mommy??? Its incredible! He is like a puppet”. So wise- like a puppet- so agile and free to move in an incredibly non-human way, and so tied by the strings of our society and media.
So I reflect on such an enormous portion of my life in music and dance. To me, he was superhuman.
I hope our children have some sort of musical and artistic figures in their lives that can carry them through 3 decades of memories and movement. I feel lucky to have had these songs/shows and memories!
Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough. And if you do, just Beat It. Enjoy Yourself.
This ride has been a Thriller, and remember, Ill Be There.