Let me clarify something before I dive into the meat of this post. I killed Michael Jackson.
Yes, you heard me.
I'll say it again.
I killed Michael Jackson.
Well, not literally, of course.
But, I was talking to a friend on her drive home from work yesterday, and she commented on the death of Farrah Fawcett.
I off-handedly said something along the lines of, "Well, that wasn't too shocking, since Farrah launched an entire media campaign surrounding her illness. But, what would be surprising is someone relatively young and unexpected passing away."
Before the conversation was over, Twitter was abuzz with the news that the King of Pop had suffered a cardiac arrest and "wasn't doing well."
So, to the Jackson family ... I'm sorry. I promised to use my superpowers for good and not evil, and apparently failed.
Seriously, the only online comment I made about Michael was this: "Yes, I owned Thriller. Yes, it was on vinyl. Yes, I'm old."
Here's the weird thing, I don't really consider myself much of a Michael Jackson fan.
I acknowledge his creative genius, and his place of inspiration for other artists, but I just wasn't a huge fan.
So, it kind of surprised me when I realized that Thriller was not just one of the few, actual, you-know, RECORDS, I owned ... it may have been the first one I EVER bought.
See, that's where those of you too young to remember America in 1982, probably don't truly understand how 0ff-the-charts (and on), unbelievably, impossibly huge this guy was.
He was so gigantic, that an 11-year-old white kid from a cow town in Ohio bought Thriller as his first foray into music.
Why? Well, first of all, at 11, you're always trying to be cool.
And you couldn't be cool if you didn't have Thriller. That's how big of a record it was, literally everyone had it.
Secondly, why a record? Well, believe it or not, boom boxes were just starting to come into vogue, and I would have one soon enough, but not before buying an actual album or 2 (the other was Def Leppard's "Pyromania".
And the third reason consisted of 3 little letters ... MTV. Yes, it was a network that, back then, actually played music videos.
Michael Jackson and MTV grew up in the early-80's together, and you could argue that Michael was the artist who pushed the network into super stardom.
The Thriller video wasn't some cheap, throwaway promotional ad shot in front of a white wall, like so many others.
Michael sunk big time money into it. Making a mini-movie, and hiring a big name director to shoot it. It was 14 minutes long, and MTV ran it twice an hour to meet demand.
(Oddly enough, I didn't realize until Jackson passed away yesterday that MTV initially refused to play his videos, and he really opened the door for African-Americans on the network.)
And the last reason for owning Thriller ... well, it was good. I mean, really, really, really good.
Jackson could have likely released almost every song on the record, and had a hit. As it was, he did release 7 of the 9 tracks.
It was laced with guest stars, from legendary producer Quincy Jones, to a duet with Paul McCartney, to the signature guitar lick of Beat It, courtesy one Eddie Van Halen.
Oddly enough, I never bought another Michael Jackson record (or tape, or CD, or digital download for that matter.)
Why? I don't really know.
Thriller was probably too perfect ... a combination of time, and place, and age, and tastes.
Jackson's death yesterday was certainly sad, but it probably didn't hit me as hard as the passing of founding E Street Band member Danny Federici last year.
For me, Springsteen's music was much more of a soundtrack to my life than Jackson's.
But, Jackson's influence is undeniable. His reach was long, despite his erratic behavior over the last 15 years or so.
And somewhere, deep down, that 11-year-old kid from Ohio, will miss him.




