The year is 1982. I am 11 years old. I own a cheap, knock-off zipper jacket. I own Thriller on LP. I listen to it a lot.
Mind you — I was 11 years old. I think there may have been a law back then. “All citizens under the age of 14 must purchase a copy of Michael Jackson’s Thriller — or tape it off their friend — and spend at least two hours a day in a ridiculous and ultimately futile attempt to learn the Moonwalk.”
Yes, he was a messed-up freak, but who made him so? Besides, “Wanna Be Starting Something” is pretty amazing,
PS — this is like the 10th time in the last few weeks that I’ve found out about breaking news on Twitter before anywhere else. Farrah Fawcett’s death, Ed McMahon’s death, the whole crazy South-Carolina-governor-cheats-on-his-wife-and-goes-missing-in-Argentina thing, even the severe thunderstorm we had earlier today.
Don’t quite know what to make of that yet, but it feels interesting.