I loved his talent. I grew up listening to MJ. Their first hit was when I was 3 or 4. I used to watch their cartoons on Saturday morning and their variety show (on whatever night it came on). During one of my fondest memories of going to LA as a child "Let Me Show You the Way to Go" was playing on the car radio. It was such a LA song. Every time I hear it I think of that time.
I went to 2 Jackson concerts, the last was the best, it was just after Michael came out with his first solo album. My father took my sister and I and two of our friends. We had a blast and danced all night (Dad sat the whole time).
When Triller came out, my sister and I saw the video on a big screen at a mall. We were so exicted. I bought the album and my father told me to throw it out. I defied him and told him no. Kept the album, might still have it.
The last song I like by MJ was "Remember The Time", that song reminds me of the time when I met my hubby and when we used to go out dancing. Hubby was a wonderful dancer, I hope one day he will be healthy enough to dance again.
There were times that I wished I could have had the opportunity to walk up and MJ and slap him and tell him to grow up and snap out of that shit. I wonder if anyone ever told him no when he became an adult. I remember an interview where Lisa Marie Presley said that MJ little voice wasn't so little in private, that is was a front to keep the Peter Pan persona going. All the plastic surgery, he didn't need. He was a gorgeous young black man before he started in on that crap. Too bad he didn't know it.
Josie