One of my earliest MJ memories is the tape I played over and over when growing up in Houston and ridin' around in a Nissan King Cab. Black tape case, with a blue and white sticker... Beat it, Billie Jean, etc. I think I still have that tape, somewhere. I know, I never threw it away.
And one of my last MJ interactions was in NYC a few years back, at the Jackson Honors concert. Britney Spears, Jackson 5, Liz Taylor... and MJ. And when he sang, the entire Madison Square Garden rumbled and vibrated with the beat and with an energy I've never felt before. I don't claim to have good taste in music, but with that experience I really believe that music transcends just sound and can inspire a generation.
I remember, running, RUNNING, down the street from Madison Square Garden through Rockefeller Center with my friends. Cheering and feeling so lucky to be alive and that no moment would top that natural high. (A few days later, the world came crashing down and changed the skyline of NYC forever.) But I swear, that night, I felt invincible and happy to be young and alive.
R.I.P Michael.
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