A big news stirred nostalgia this morning – the passing of a legend, Michael Jackson. I could still remember when I was in primary school, I was chosen to be part of the dancing group to do “Beat It!” for school year end concert. In order to do this, we had to dress up. Teachers told us to be creative and come back to school with the best of what we could think of what to wear. Being slightly on the chubby side, I started to worry that I might have problems finding something really cool to wear.
I went home and started to comb my mom and dad’s closet. I beamed when I saw my dad’s army jacket with many badges on it hanging in the closet. I wore a white tee, with my dad’s really cool green army jacket, an army cap, jeans, shades, gardener’s glove being half cut at the fingers (a must!!) and started to dance away and imitated one of the dancers who danced like he was being electrocuted. Hehe! It was really fun! I think I had the coolest outfit!
During public holidays, the national tv (when the censorship board is less moronic) would show MTV of Michael Jackson, Cyndi Lauper, Boy George, etc. And it would be the same MTV every year. Playback 83? Playback 84? My siblings, cousins and I were in awe of Michael. We even taped his ALL his MTV and without fail, play it every morning before we go to school. Even my mom was puzzled that we could watch the same thing over and over again every morning, other than Doraemon. I think everybody in my family loved Thriller!
I think Michael has been truly an inspiration to many of us who grew up in the 80s. I still feel that 80s music are the best.
A few months ago, I was just telling my sis that MJ is planning for a comeback. And if he comes to Kuala Lumpur, by all means I would not miss his concert this time. When he came to Kuala Lumpur sometime in 1996, I couldn’t make it because the tickets were too expensive. I was still a student at that point of time. My menial wages in working part time all went to my rent and tuition fees. I wouldn’t dare to ask my parents for extra money to go to a concert. A friend who was working in Concorde Hotel where MJ was staying with his entire crew, refused to give me her free concert ticket even when she was not going to attend. Well, I hope she feels bad now for doing this to me. HAHAHAHA! Kidding!
Whatever it is, Michael Jackson has been a big part of us growing up. Thank you, Michael for the music. May the King of Pop rest in peace.