I wish I had steady internet connection for all these days so I could write everything in details. I’m having a splendid time. Italy was just so lovely. Germay also is just really nice and homely. I will write in detail I guess when I go home. But alot has happened in these days.
“My childhood just died”
I think I have mentioned before about how I think of time with relation to music. That is my reference to years. While growing up, that is, in the early 90’s, before my obsession with Hanson started, music was still a very major part of our family life. The ultimate favourite of ours in those days was Michael Jackson. My brother and I were huge fans. My father would record the albums and print the booklets for us. The whole family would get together and listen. We knew all the words. All our friends listened to MJ. We would spend afternoons after afternoons watching MJ on TV, all of us kids toghether. There was a time I loved “Smooth Creamy Nut” as I thought Smooth Criminal to be. The Moonwalker movie was our favourite. The pages of the book are faded. Dangerous and Bad are two of my all time favourite albums. Till date. Sometime around ‘94 when Michael Jackson cut his hair, I also had the same hairstyle. Coincedence, of course. There was something about those days.
When my brother and I talk, we usually remember old things. So we would spend hours and hours tlaking about what we referred to as the “Michael Jackson Days”. How the boys would try to do the Moonwalk. The music. His genius. What we did in those days. And I was thinking how important Micahel Jackson was to our childhood. And for every other child in the world. Train rides were my mother and us talking about the “MJ days”.
The only channel with some English was MTV. So that’s all we would watch. So one evening, we turn on the TV in the hotel in Florence and they were showing Michael Jackson. Weird coincedence and we were happy. And then… 1958-2009. What?? Michael Jackson dead??? Noooo. Must be some tribute thing in general. We tried to find something in the Italian news but nothing. We realised the he was dead. The three of us just sat and watched the MJ specials on MTV all night long. And the next. ANd the lack of any english newspaper or channel or internet, we really had no idea what happened. And the overdramatic me was just stunned. For the next few days all I was telling my brother… “Michael Jackson died.”
That’s all we still talk about. How his music was just genius. How he was the last of iconic lot. Elvis Presley, Beatles and Michael Jackson. I consider MJ even higher than Elvis. Maybe because he was more relevant to us. His dancing. His voice. His music. No one can be the same. And there will never be anybody else of his calibre. He was the last. And he was God’s gift to music and to us.
Maybe because of the impact he had on us as children, all the controversy surrounding us never deterred me. He was always godly. He was always the ultimate. For me, he can do no wrong and I still believe everything was just crap. It was always just his music. And still will be.
*sigh*
As I relish my daily cheese, salami and strawberries, I hope to write some more in the coming days. Too much to write.
R.I.P. M.J. !!!